"Are you even hearing yourself right now? This is why we believe you're fully competent for this initiative. Whatever you've gone through has been training you for these moments. You don't ever stop fighting, there's always another threat. A threat...
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My head was spinning. Darkness still clouded my eyes as I blinked them open, my vision disoriented, making me feel sick to my very bones. I could hardly hear, my ears had popped and all the sounds of the voices around me were distant, faded. The sound of the ringing made me think that it would never stop, causing my head to swarm even more. The pain in my chest was persistent, reminding me of what had happened and then, my eyes finally snapped fully open.
"It's okay, I'm a doctor. You're safe." An unfamiliar American accent said to me as I noticed the high ceilings. They were intricately crafted, something I would surly remember yet it was a sight I had never seen before. I was lying down on some sort of plush divan, the material soft under my clammy hands. I forced myself up, nausea running through me.
"Bruce?" I asked, clutching the side of my head as a sharp pain ran through it. "Where's Bruce? Is he-is he-"
"I'm here, Selene. I'm okay," Bruce's voice suddenly arrived and I looked to see his hurrying up the grand staircase, panic on his face.
"Thanos, Thanos-"
"Yeah, I've already told them everything, Selene. Lay back down, you've been out of hours."
"Hours?! No, I-I can't," I said, shaking my head at my friend, pushing his hands off me to swing my legs off the sofa. "Thor...Thor...Loki...and Heimdall...are they-are they...no..."
"They're not here, Selene," Bruce said solemnly. "They're not here."
Grief hit my like a wave and the dizzying spell overcame me once again. My body fell involuntarily backwards, my knees giving out. Everything swayed as I lost momentary control. I felt sick.
"Woah, woah, be careful there," the doctor said, wrapping an arm around me. He leaned me against the sofa again.
"No, no, he can't be gone...no...no..." I repeated, my hands going back up to clutch at my head and I felt the bandage wrapping my head injury from Thanos. "He can't be..." I closed my eyes, breathing in deeply. My love can't be gone. He can't have left me. He can't.
But, this wasn't the time.
I couldn't let myself think about Thor in this moment, I had to forget about all the loss on the Statesman. As impossible as it all was, I had to push it all behind me to think about what was next. I couldn't let myself fall. I couldn't let my emotions roll over me. I had to get a hold of myself. I couldn't be selfish, not when the entire universe is at sake.
Gulping deeply, I wiped at my eyes, my fingers trembling. Biting back a sob, I pulled my ponytail tighter.
"We have to stop Thanos. We can't let him get the rest of those stones."
"He won't," the doctor said, brushing his cape aside to bring his hands over his necklace then pulled them apart, his necklace opening to reveal a glowing green stone.
