The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 84: Faith and Hope...

Loki's POV...
"NO!" I shout, as I process what just happened. She got shot. She pushed me out of the way, why? No, if anybody deserves to die it'd be me. Why would she do that? I just got her back.
I fall to my knees, and I try to wake her. Oh dear, she wasn't waking.
"Wake up." I cry, silently.
I wasn't about to cry in front of everybody that's here. Yet, it's happening.
I try shaking her awake, but she won't wake. Is she dead? I put my head to her chest. I still hear her heartbeat. She's still alive. But for how long?
I look up, and her father looks furious. Yes, he clearly didn't like her, but he liked to use her. That's what the whole point of this was. It was to get her back. He didn't want her to die, he needed her alive.
"Take her!" He shouts at one of the guards, "I need her alive."
The guards don't hesitate to try and take her. I won't let them, no. They can't have her. Sam, who I'm a bit shocked is even standing here, tries to fight off the five guards that were now in the room, as does Tony.
And I, however, sit here helpless. I didn't want to let go of her, what if she died? What if they took her?
"Nope, that's alright. We definitely wouldn't need your help here!" Tony shouts, sarcastically.
I watch as Sam rolls his eyes at Tony. I guess it runs in the family to dislike Tony. Sam was fighting insanely rough, considering the guy he was fighting is the same guy that shot his sister.
"No, don't leave her! We've got it under control." Sam shouts to me.
I don't know what else to do, but to hold her.
"Put some pressure on the wound. Any piece of fabric will do." Sam tells me.
I didn't exactly have any fabric laying around anywhere, except the shirt I'm wearing.
Great, did I have to take my shirt off here? That's the last thing I'd like to do, but it seems I have no other choice. Maybe I didn't have to rip the whole shirt off. Maybe just a bit of it.
"Hurry!" Sam shouts.
No, it doesn't seem like I have choice. Embarrassingly, I take my shirt off and press it up against her wound. It looked terrible. She was bleeding everywhere.
"Get her out of here." Sam shouts to me.
The tesseract had fallen from when she had been shot. Currently, her father was trying to take it. He couldn't pick it up, though. He'd burn. I didn't want to leave her, not even for a moment. The only way I could make sure she's safe, though, is to bring her somewhere safe.
"Uh, no, I would like to get out of here too!" Tony shouts to Sam.
"God, I get what she meant when she called you a bitch." Sam mutters.
"Excuse me? Now is not the time to call me names."
"I didn't say it, she did!"
"Ugh, you're just as bad as her." He mutters, knocking somebody out.
"Oh, no. I'm much worse." Sam smirks.
"I hope not."
At this point, there were multiple guards surrounding the room. All of them had guns in their hands. We were seriously out numbered.
"Put your hands in the air, now!" A guy shouts.
They have no choice but to do it. They'd be shot instantly if they didn't.
"You too." The guy says, talking to me.
But if I put my hands in the air, no pressure would be on the wound. She'd bleed out.
"Did you hear me? Put your hands in the air!" He shouts again. This time, he comes over to me, and puts the gun right against my head.
"Hands in the air!" He shouts in my ear.
I immediately put them up, and she bleeds worse again.
"Now, stand up." He commands. But before I could, there's a slight noise, and the man falls over.
I turn around, as everybody else does. Did somebody shoot him? I certainly didn't hear a gun.
I look down at the man who just died, and an arrow was struck through his back, impaling him.
"Who's next?" I hear.
In the doorway, stood Clint, that arrow man.
All of the guns are immediately pointed at him instead.
Suddenly, too, I could hear thunder. Oh, this would be great. Quickly, I apply pressure to the wound again, now that the guns aren't pointed at me.
Thor comes crashing through the roof of the building, all sparkly.
Like, the lightning thing...
The guns don't even point at him, everybody just seems to be in a bit of shock by who he was. Some of them even accidentally drop their guns.
And then, all of a sudden, the rest of the Avengers come rushing through the doorways and the open space in the ceiling.
"Aha! YES!" Tony shouts.
Everybody immediately just starts fighting. Sarah's father, however is gone. But he's not really gone, I don't believe. He mentioned how he used the tests that ended up giving people powers on himself. Perhaps he could go invisible, too. Now that I think of it, why didn't she just go invisible when we were trying to escape? That would have been such easier. Then again, she didn't have much time to think.
I watch as her friends, the spider boy and the guy with a metal arm, walk right in front of nothing. Well, it seems to be nothing. Apparently, the metal arm man always knew when she was invisible, so it makes sense to know when he is too. The spider boy, however, had "spidey senses"? Something like that.
Bucky reaches out his arm, the metal one, and reaches for what seems to be nothing. But, of course, it's not nothing. Immediately, he father isn't invisible anymore, and Bucky is just choking him.
"Remember me?" He asks him, a bit angrily.
He lets go of his neck, and lets him fall to the ground. Immediately, he just starts beating him up. I suppose we might need him alive, though, for some sort of interrogation. He could even be put in a prison.. far away.
But then again, this man can get into peoples heads.
"Bucky, keep him alive!" Steve shouts.
Bucky sighs, "Yeah, sure."
He was alive, but now extremely beat up and bleeding everywhere.
"When I told you guys we had to be subtle, I meant it. This is not subtle!" Natasha shouts.
"Well, sorry. It's kind of hard to be subtle when there's a bunch of guns pointed toward your face!" Clint shouts back at her.
The only person who wasn't here, was Bruce. I suppose he didn't want to be the hulk. I didn't want that either. I must admit, he's quite terrifying. My back still hasn't healed properly from that time in New York......But that's not important right now.
"Get her out of here, brother! Bring her with you!" Thor shouts.
"And for Gods sake, put your shirt back on." Clint adds.
"He can't exactly do that, considering he's using his shirt to put pressure on her wound!" Sam shouts.
"Who the hell is this kid?" Bucky asks.
"That's her brother." Tony shouts.
"She has a brother?" Peter asks.
"He's alive?!" Bucky asks, confused.
"Yes, obviously!" Tony shouts back.
"Now, go, get out of here!" Thor shouts to me.
Bucky held her father to the ground, keeping a fist up at all times.
Her father tries to use those words on Bucky, but it wouldn't work clearly.
"Oh, that's not gonna work anymore." Bucky says, punching him once again.
"Hey, what did I say about keeping him alive?" Steve shouts toward Bucky.
"He was asking for it!" Bucky shouts back.

I pick up Sarah, trying to keep the pressure on her wound the best I can, but she's bleeding quickly and heavily.
I make my way over to where the tesseract was currently burning through the floor. Just then, though, a guard appears in front of me. He was not stopping me.
"Drop the girl!" He shouts, trying to take a swing at me. He misses, of course. Without thinking, as I carry her in my arms, I somehow manage to kick him down.
I kneel down, again, grabbing the tesseract.
"Is anybody else coming?" I ask, to make sure.
"Nobody else." Tony shouts, but then Sam shouts.
"Yes, I'm coming." He insists.
"Are you crazy?" Tony asks him.
"I don't know, am I?" He asks, sarcastically. He finishes up beating up a guy, and rushes over to me.
"How does this thing work?" He asks, as I hold the tesseract.
"Just put your hand on my shoulder." I tell him, as I make sure I'm carrying Sarah.
"What?" He asks.
"Just do it."
So he does.
And suddenly, and quickly, we're back in the tower.
"What the hell?" Sam mutters, clearly confused. He was from the same decade as she, and he didn't forget anything, so it's obvious he isn't that updated on technology.
"Is this a hospital?" He asks.
Yes, that would've been a better idea.
"No, actually. I just thought of this place first. We should go to the hospital." I tell him.
"Yeah, right.. yeah." He says, looking around the place.
"Where are we, exactly?" He asks.
"You're in New York City."
"This is New York?!" He asks, wide eyed.
I nod, "Yes, it is. You can be shocked later, your sister needs help."
"Right." He says, grabbing my shoulder again.
And suddenly, we're in front of the hospital.
Quickly, we speed inside.
"Help, somebody help!" I shout. Immediately, doctors come rushing over, as they see she's bleeding.
"What happened here?" A doctor asks.
"She's been shot, please help." I inform them.
"She's losing blood fast, we've gotta get her to the O.R." A doctor says.
Someone comes around with a stretcher, and I place her down on it gently. As much as I didn't want to leave her side, I must. I had no other choice.
"Will she live?" I ask.
One of the doctors sigh, "We can't be sure yet."
What if she dies? It'd be my fault, would it not? That bullet was to hit me, but it hit her instead.
This is entirely my fault.
"She'll be okay," Sam tries to assure me, "If anything, she's a fighter."
I nod, and watch as they rush off with her.
"Come on, let's go to the waiting room. If they still have those." He says, leading me to the waiting room.
...

It's been nearly a half of an hour, but it felt like so much longer. She'd be here for a while. The nurses brought me an old, used, shirt.
"So..." Sam begins to speak, "Are you, like, her boyfriend?"
Out of all of the questions he could ask, that's the questions he asks?
I look over at him and just give him a glare.
"What? I've gotta know. I mean, she took a bullet for you."
"No." I answer.
"You're not dating?"
"No."
"So, there's nothing going on between you two?"
He really wanted to know, didn't he?
My silence gives a bit of an answer.
"Oh, so there is something." He grins.
I roll my eyes at him, I wasn't exactly in the mood to talk about this. She might not even live.
"Forgive me for asking, but aren't you supposed to be younger? You look the same age as her." I ask.
"Yeah, well, that was longer than 70 years ago. At some times, when she was frozen, or whatever it is, I wasn't. So, I aged, while she didn't." He answers.
Well, that is quite complicated.
"You look confused." He says.
"Why would I be?" I ask, a bit sarcastic.
He chuckles a bit, "This whole thing is confusing. I don't even know why he started doing this in the first place. One day, he just shot my mother, and then me, while Sarah was on a walk."
Yes, I know. I'd seen her memories more than once.
"I don't know how I survived." He mutters.
"You were forced to watch her be tortured all those years, and watch her forget who you were?" I ask.
He nods, swallowing hard.
"I wasn't even used as a winter soldier. I was just there to watch everything happen. I must've been at least 10 at the time when this first happened."
That's even younger than her. Obviously.
"I truly am sorry." I say. I do feel sorry for him. It was hard for me to lose her for a month. He had to lose her for longer, never knowing if he'd see her again, and even if he did, he wouldn't know if she remembered.
"Yeah, well, life doesn't always turn out good. But, I know she's currently alive, and that's all that matters."
I nod, agreeing. She was still alive, that we know of. Perhaps she wouldn't die. Maybe I should have faith.
Faith and hope.