Surviving My Avengers Life (Thor Love Story... kind of... you will see...)

I Usually Hate Hospitals...

        I moaned in pain. My arm was on fire. It felt numb and on fire at the same time. How is that possible? I wondered. I was sure that I could feel a needle in my arm. The thought made me shudder. I hated needles with a passion.
          I moved to get up and flames shot up my arm into my shoulder. I bit back a scream of pain, and opened my eyes. I snapped them shut at the glare of the light.
          “Ow.” I moaned. A chuckle sounded nearby.
          “I should say so.” A familiar voice sounded near my head. I turned towards its source and opened my eyes to see Bruce sitting in a chair nearby the bed. “The knife wound goes all the way to the bone.
          “Hi, again.” I said to him, my voice sounding hoarse in my ears. “What are you doing here?” Then I blinked and looked around making my arm burn a bit in the process. “Where is here by the way?” I whispered to him a little confused.
          “You came running into the emergency room carrying a little girl you called Lucy. There was so much blood that your injuries were not noticed until you passed out from a lack of blood. We got you a transfusion in time however.”
          “So glad to know I’m not dead right now.” I mumbled, “I would be a little worried if you said you hadn’t saved me in time.” He chuckled. “How is Lucy?” I was almost afraid to ask,
          “She will be fine.” He said. “The police were sent to the orphanage and everything is going to be ok now, but we need to talk.” He frowned and my heart rate picked up, causing one of the machines I was hooked up to start beeping faster. What was going on?
          He looked me directly in the eyes for a few moments before he spoke again. “Before they threw out your bloody clothes I rescued this.” He held up an old faded envelope.
          “It is a note from my mother before she died.” I told him. “And a picture of my parents when they were married.” I looked at him seriously. “Convenient they mentioned no last names. Just, your father this and, your mother that and something about an Uncle Bruce.” I stopped like someone had slapped me across the face and looked at him, my eyes wide with shock.
          He pointed to the man in the picture. “This is my brother.”

I looked at Bruce in shock. “So you’re my uncle or something?” I asked, the words barely getting out my mouth, because it had suddenly gone dry. Bruce sighed.
          “There is no “Or something” about it Adalynn. I am your uncle and you are my niece.” He got up and started pacing the floor of the room when a nurse came in and took my vitals.
          When she left, Bruce stopped at the foot of my bed and looked at me with a very serious look in his eyes.
          I looked down at the blankets covering my legs. “You don’t want me.” I whispered. My heart hurt almost as bad as when the elderly couple passed away in their sleep last winter. “Don’t worry about it.” I said, “I’m used to people not wanting me. I will be fine.” It was hard trying to hold back the tears that were gathering in my eyes.
I heard a gasp come from Bruce and instantly he was by my side. I felt his fingers on my chin trying to get me to look up. I didn’t want to look into his eyes and see the rejection in them. Nobody wants their estranged sibling’s kid. Especially sixteen years after she was born.
          Silence reigned in the hospital room. Finally I was forced to look up into his eyes and see the rejection. But when my eyes met his, all I saw was love and concern.
          My eyes began to overflow with tears and a sob escaped my throat.
          “We are family.” Bruce told me softly. “And I loved you the second I found the picture and made the connection of who you were.”
          More tears and another sob.
          “The only thing I regret.” He said as he reached forward to wipe away my tears. “Is that I did not find you sooner. But from now on out I am going to make up for that as best I can. I will provide for you and I will be there for you. Your future will include a family and a home.” He hesitated.
          “If that is what you want anyways.” He looked at me with hope in his eyes. By now I had tears streaming down my face. I was so choked up I could hardly respond. But I managed to get out one word before burying my face in his chest.
          “Yes!”