You would think pain immobilises you right ? Shuts down your system. Sends you crashing. Unable to speak, move or even breathe. But it didn't.
Not at first anyway...
I had never run harder than I did in this moment. I want to get to her. I need to get to her. Hold her. Tell her it's ok. We are ok. But when do my plans ever work out the way I want them to?
A small smile manages to find its way to my lips, twisting them upwards as I near closer to Wanda. Her face full of surprise... and horror. A cry falls from her lips, her restraints being tested to the limit as she tugs against them with all her might desperate to be free.
Confusion clouds my face at her sudden scream but it's quickly contorted into one of terror as a sound I know all too well echoes through the air.
A sharp gasp falls from my mouth as a bullet punches through my stomach, the force of the impact throwing me forwards on my knees less than a metre away from Wanda. My hands gingerly grasp my torso, pawing at the gaping hole in which blood leaked out coating my hands a deep red.
I had been shot.
A single wheeze left my throat, my lungs working overtime trying and failing to allow my breathing to pace itself. My eyes fall to my wound, fear coursing through my veins at the sight. Wanda's cry earns my attention, her head shaking back and forth as if denying the scene before her. "Help her, someone do something." She screams glaring at the surrounding soldiers who stand at a still merely watching me suffer.
Blood stains the concrete surrounding me, pools laying by my feet. Breathing was hard. Short and sharp wheezes leave my mouth. A single tear trickles down my face leaving a small trail in its wake.
"I don't wanna die."
Wanda's own breathe hitches in her throat at the sound of my whispers. Glancing up at her with glossy eyes I give her a small smile. "I love you." I mouth before a coughing fit forces me to double over. My mouth fills with blood as I cough, the droplets leaking down my chin.
Wanda's tears fall onto the floor beside me, watching helplessly as I choke on my own blood. Her jaw quivers while her hands pull against the restraints. "Please don't die on me. Please."
"I'll try." I chuckle. But it didn't last long. My eyes slowly roll backwards into my head while my body collapses to the side as I fall into a sleep I wasn't sure I would awaken from.
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Groggy. I couldn't think of a better word to describe the way I am feeling in this very moment. Strapped to a hospital bed as doctors attempt to stitch up my wound. Anaesthetic was barely administered yet my eyes felt as if they were being pulled down forcibly. "Where's Wanda?" I manage to groan, my wrists tugging against the cuffs keeping me attached to the bed.
No reply.
Craning my neck I glance downwards at the doctors who rush around the bed chatting amongst one another. "Where am I?" I ask confused as to what was happening. The last memory I had was Wanda being taken from my arms.
"Your on the Raft."
Twisting my neck I clench my jaw spotting Secretary Ross standing against the door frame watching the procedure.The exhaustion I had felt previously disappears as his presence brings a dangerous tension with him. "You should've been here many years ago Romanoff, along with your sister. We have yet to find her. But we will." He chuckles almost enjoying the look of fury I was sending his way.
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Not your Fault
RomanceSkye Romanoff is a trained killer, an assassin. She doesn't love, that's for the weak. But what will happen when a certain green eyed witch walks into her life? ON HOLD.
