Marvel Women One Shots

Her (3)

Well, it's here. The third and final installment of Why Her

Rollercoaster up ahead, read at your own risk

Angst

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All the wind is knocked out of me. I don't hear what they yell to each other as they fight to save her life.

I know that's what they're doing. Her face so pale, her body unmoving. They're too frantic for there to be any good news.

There's a sheet covering her body and whatever damage was done to cause her to be like this.

I don't realize I'm moving until I've already done it: pulled the sheet right off of her. I'm sure they tried to tell me not to.

But all I see is the mass amounts of blood covering her torso. Their attempt to slow the bleeding not working as well as it should. There's a ringing in my ears that consumes me.

The only sign of life is when she starts coughing up blood - her eyes still closed. Not even a wince in pain. This is bad. Alarms start going off in my mind, my body. The need to help, to do something is so overwhelming that it actually freezes me to my spot: I don't know what I can actually do to help.

What could have helped was if I hadn't let her go in alone. Made sure to call in back up sooner. If I was the one to go in. If I made sure to tell her that's she's the main character and all I want to do is be a part of the ride.

Instead I let them tear her apart, let her sacrifice herself for my own sake. She was the pawn just like she said.

She deserves so much more.

Then they're shoving her into a helicopter I didn't even notice until now. She can't be alone. I can't let her.. cause if she.. she can't go alone. She needs someone. I need her.

I scramble after them, blind to anything around me. That's why I don't see Fury, forgot he was here until his arms held me in place no matter how hard I fought him to break free, no matter how much I screamed.

Then the helicopter was taking off without me, taking someone I have fallen for with them. Someone I may never talk to again. Someone I won't get to tell how I feel. Won't get to take on dates.

It's all gone just like that.

And I'm crying, maybe I have been this whole time. But now the sobs wrack my whole body, making it so I can't even stand anymore. Fury helps guide me to the ground as I let the pain and loss consume me.

Fury doesn't give up, keeps fighting to get me to move.

I don't want to.

Then, finally, something he says jolts my body back to life.

"She's not gone yet, Belova. Take the quinjet and go so she isn't fighting alone."

Suddenly my body is running, taking off to the jet without a glance backwards. I try to focus my racing thoughts on bringing the jet through the downpour, but it still wanders, wanting to know how the helicopter made it through the storm. Promising myself to go after each and everyone of the paramedics if she doesn't make it, still knowing it isn't their fault.

Suave. I'll make sure him and all his cronies rot in a place worse than hell.

The compound comes into view out of nowhere and I fight to bring her down, relaxing slightly once I see a helicopter landed on the pad.

Good, if they had taken her somewhere else, I wouldn't have known. I would have had to ask. And talking to someone right now.. I'm glad she's here. They'll save her. They have to. She's given too much of herself for it all to be gone now.