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iii. take me to asgard

iii. take me to asgard

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BANNER'S LAB - Avengers' Tower, New York City - 2013

"You say this is from a Chitauri weapon?" Thor inquires, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he examines my leg next to Bruce, carefully moving it from side to side so as not to cause me any discomfort. "When you were struck, correct?"

I nod. "It went away though, remember?" I grimace as Thor attempts to touch the wounded area, my reaction causing him to pull back.

"I was afraid this might happen," Thor admits with a defeated shake of his head, looking over at the others to include them in the conversation. "With Chitauri injuries, it can go one of two ways. When they disappear the way they did here, it can either mean that it is gone for good and your body merely fought back against the affliction, or there's a likelihood that it can reappear months later and you will start to exhibit symptoms of decay."

"Decay?" Clint asks, his face creasing with concern at Thor's words. Nat exchanges a wide, worried look with me.

"Yes. The gun that Lady Amy was hit with causes the affected to be painfully frozen solid from the impact point, outwards," Thor explains, moving his hand over my body to demonstrate an imaginary spread. "If not treated, there is a low survival rate and...a rapid decline."

If the atmosphere in the room was grim before, it's nothing compared to now. Every face is pale, nobody daring to say a word about the escalated situation. Eyes flicker over to me for a brief second before darting away out of embarrassment, as if they're waiting for a reaction. Shockingly, despite all that's on the line now, the one thing that my mind goes to is my job. I can hide the fact that I'm an Avenger just fine but with an injury that is unexplainable except if I admit it came from an alien ray gun? That's not going to be easy, especially if I'm put out of commission for however many months. Feeling very defeated, I tip over onto my back, rubbing my eyes with both hands.

"Looks like I'm gonna be wearing just pants for a while." I mutter, draping an arm across my forehead.

"Is there anything we can do?" Bruce turns to Thor and for whatever reason, it's that alone that strikes fear into my heart. If Bruce Banner, the most brilliant man I know, doesn't have any idea on what to do at this point, I know I'm in trouble then.

Thor sighs, going over to stand next to me. From my spot lying down on the table, Thor looks absolutely giant, his tall frame obstructing the fluorescent lights above. "I must take her to Asgard. If there is anyone who will know what to do, it will be the researchers on Asgard."

"How long will we be gone?" I sit up then, my hair tumbling around my shoulders again. "Because I have a job and a life outside of this that I'd like to continue to keep separate."

"Fury will handle it." Natasha reassures me, though her words do little to ease my nerves.

"That doesn't make me feel any better." I groan, letting Thor wrap an arm around my waist as he helps me down from the table.

"Do not worry Lady Amy," Thor tells me, raising Mjolnir to the ceiling, thunder rumbling in the distance. "I will get you in to see the researchers immediately. They cannot say no to the Son of Odin."