He looks like shit
Maria hurried Ava through the sterile hallways of the hospital. Ava was trying not to have an anxiety attack, the smell of disinfectant, the cold metal gurneys, and all the medical gear it was becoming too much. Luckily Maria stopped in front of a closed off room, guarded by armed men in black. They both entered, the three people from the concrete base where there. The two men, and Natasha, except they all looked horrible. Well, mostly the blond man, he was in the hospital bed, bloody but stabilized.
“He looks like shit.” Ava covered her mouth quickly, not meaning to say anything out loud.
Natasha seemed to relax a little, Maria sighed, the conscious man’s lips pulled up slightly. They were all still high strung and obviously tired from whatever they’d gotten themselves into.
“Ava, this is Sam Wilson, and Natasha introduced herself.” Maria gestured to the two. “And that is Steve Rogers.”
Ava’s eyes widened, “Oh.” She was a little surprised, she looked over the man. He did look like the Cap she’d learned of in history class. She was a little starstruck, until she reminded herself that he was just another person, a super-human one, but a person none-the-less.
“Okay,” Ava sat down on Steve’s side, the side with the least amount of medical gear. “Um, can you guys promise me one thing?” She looked up nervously the the three standing.
They nodded, “Please don’t let the nurses take me, I’ll probably,” She paused, looking over Steve’s injuries, if he was in this bad of shape and had super human strength then she was fucked. Finally she just said it, “I’m probably going to die, for a while, with the extent of his injuries. Just,” she looked up to Maria, “just leave me like with Nick. I’ll be okay after a while.”
Sam and Natasha looked confused, Sam more so. Maria only nodded, grabbing some gauze pads to keep Ava’s blood from getting everywhere.
Taking a shaky breath she placed her hands on Steve’s arm. All at once everything hurt, she could tell how tired he had been, probably not sleeping much. Then the first bullet wound had grazed his side, bruised ribs from some impacts, a cut following the line of his lips, an invisible knife dug into Ava’s shoulder. She grimaced, Maria put a gauze pad over it, to keep the blood under control.
Ava’s muscles ripped apart, a bullet wound through her thigh, another through her arm, and finally her guts twisted another gun shot through her abdomen. Ava whimpered, how had this idiot gotten himself in this mess, well, now her mess.
The world started to fade, the healing from earlier had wiped her out, and now more blood loss. Ava growled out, “When I pass out, just make sure I’m still touching him until he’s healed.” There was no room for disagreement in her voice.
It wasn’t long until the hospital room dissolved, leaving Ava in a blankness that she’d come to know fairly well. Although dimmed she could feel her body being torn apart further as it took on all of Steve’s injuries.
When the woman fell limp against Steve’s hospital bed, Sam stepped forward instinctively, wanting to help. Maria held her hand up, “She’ll be okay. When she healed Fury she was technically dead for an hour until her body healed itself enough for her heart to start beating again.”
Sam was grateful sure, but definitely a little horrified. People don’t just die for a while then come back, well normal people, but he’d seen a lot of crazy things the last 24 hours and a girl that can heal someone by touching them, was not the craziest.