Forever

65

Bree and Pietro are down in the common room one afternoon and she has her head laid back on his chest with her eyes closed while he plays with her hair and places the back of his hand on her cheek.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asks in quiet concern.

"Feeling kinda..." She thinks for a moment. "Just really tired and a little off."

"Do you want to go to bed and take a nap?" He adjusts like he's going to take her to the room.

"No." She opens her eyes with furrowed brows and sits up. "No, I'm just gonna get some water."

"I can get it." He offers.

"No, I've got it." She stands and stumbles a bit with a daze in her eyes. "I..."

"Bree, you all right?" Tony asks with furrowed brows and she clears her throat with a wobble as she steps back.

"Yeah, I just stood up too..." She breathes as Pietro sits up and she covers her red face and her eyes, where her sight has gone completely black. "I can't see..."

"Bree." Pietro goes to reach for her.

She's falling before he can even barely touch her and he speeds her collapsed body into his arms as they all jump up.

"Bree." Pietro quickly calls with his hand on her cheek, on the floor and his knees.

"Get her up." Nat points to the couch and he quickly does as told with heavy breathes. "Somebody elevate her feet." She pushes a pillow under her head as Wanda does the same to her feet.

"What's going on?" Tony hurries to her side.

"I need a cold, wet washcloth." Nat demands and Pietro just stares at Bree with his fingers in his hair and a panicked look on his face.

"Pietro, she knows what she's doing, go on." Wanda nods gently.

He still hesitates for a moment before racing to the kitchen to grab a towel from the pantry and wet it at the sink. He goes back as if he never left and Nat begins to splotch it along her cheeks and neck.

"How's her breathing?" Bruce asks with the back of his hand on her forehead.

"Shallow, but it's steadying." Nat states with her hand on her chest.

"Why'd she just pass out like that?" Pietro motions.

"When is she going to wake up?" Pepper injects.

"Not sure yet, but she'll wake any minute now." Bruce shakes his head. "We'd have to go to the lab to be able to really know her diagnosis, but you can't run her there, yet." He looks to Pietro.

"The motion isn't good for her body." Nat explains shortly. "Give her a minute."

Pepper moves to stand at Bree's head and kneels down to brush the hair out of her 'peaceful' face while Morgan stares from her seat on the opposite couch. Pietro looks at Wanda with a fearful look in his eyes and she hurries to take his hand and hold his arm.

Within just another minute, Bree slowly opens her eyes, still unable to properly see. She goes to reach for her eyes, but a gentle hold takes her wrist and lays it back down.

"Don't move yet." Nat instructs softly and she looks at her with furrowed brows as her eyes slowly fade back to normal. "You can't over-do it."

"What happened?" Tony rubs her shoulder and she looks up at him, who stands behind the couch before she starts to look for Pietro.

"I'm here." He lets go of Wanda, who then holds onto Vision, and slowly inches closer to Bree as she looks up at him. "What happened?" He gets down in front of her and grazes his knuckle over her cheek.