Twenty-one.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE----

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2018

A Seventeen-year-old, Iskra Romanoff-Hill was gasping for air, everything was so still all of the sudden, what the hell had happened? "Where'd he go?" Steve asked, holding his side, just as out of breath as the rest of them. "Thor?" he asked, "Where'd he go?" he asked more urgently. "Steve?" Bucky called out, Iskra felt like she could throw up as Bucky disintegrated into nothing.

Steve fell to his knees where Bucky had been standing and they all shared a look, "Mama?" Iskra called out, as she immediately began looking for Natasha. "Wanda!" Iskra cried out, coming across the woman, but she was also dusting away into the air, "No, no, no..."

"Iskra?" Steve asked, moving quickly over to her, and then his eyes landed on Vision's body, "Iskra! Oh, thank God!" Natasha whispered running over to the younger girl, quickly wrapping her into a hug. Natasha's stomach dropped when she saw Vision's body, this was really bad.

"What is this? What the hell is happening?" Everything was so still, almost frozen at the moment, "He won." Iskra whispered.

And that was only the beginning of Iskra's pain...

Present Day

"Uncle Clint? Clint? What's wrong?" Iskra asked trying not to panic, "You definitely tore your stitches again," he sighed, "You've lost too much blood Iskra, if you keep losing it at this rate, you'll need a transfusion within an hour or you might bleed out." he spoke, working his hardest to restitch the wound.

Iskra was losing blood at an alarming rate, her eyes felt so heavy, "Iskra hey, I'm gonna need you to stay awake, okay?" she forced her eyes open, "Uncle Clint," she whispered, "Yeah?" he asked, trying to pack the wound, "If...if I don't make it," the girl started, "No do not start talking like that Iskra Romanoff-Hill, you are going to make it, you have too." he said.

"Just listen to me Katniss Everdeen knock-off," Iskra demanded in a small voice, "If I don't make it, I need you to be there for my Mom, she's gonna need all the help she can get, with Jess." she paused trying to catch her breath, "Oh and keep an eye on Mj, she might act all tough most of the time, but she was my best friend, I need her alive." Iskra whispered.

"And Kate, tell her that I wish I had gotten more time with her," she added, before slipping into the darkness...

"Iskra? Iskra, you have to stay awake..." Clint's voice faded out into nothing...

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