Hey Everyone!
It's been a minute hasn't it? This chapter was really hard to write, but I am so happy that it eventually came together. I had two possible ends to this one, but ended up going with neither of them 😅. But tis the life of a writer.
I was also wondering if there were any villains you guys would like to see in this fic. I can't promise they will appear here, but I am still fairly new to the world of the comics and I would love Liv to go on some adventures outside of interacting with the Avengers. I still want to do the research on these characters now, so I am prepared.
Thanks,
Crying_Happiness 💛
*THIS CHAPTER MAY HAVE SCENES THAT COULD BOTHER SENSITIVE READERS*
June 4, 2011
My ears are ringing. My throat stings. My chest burns as my heart threatens to pound out of my ribcage. It takes a few blinks to chase away the blurriness that clutches at my vision. A light from the ceiling is swinging in front of me, casting long, dark shadows along the wall.
A cough tears out of my throat and I slip my good hand underneath me, pushing myself to my knees. Brick, lights, and artwork is scattered everywhere in piles of rubble while dust and other small particles are still floating through the air, trying to find places to settle. The slatted, temporary walls surround us to form a makeshift cage. Debris and rubble have fallen in just the right way to keep them in place.
At my side, Brianna is staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes. Words are sputtering out of her mouth, but none of them fit together or make any sort of sense. The fingers of her right hand have come up and found the cross at her neck, holding it so tightly that her whole hand lost it's natural color.
There's movement to my left. Through the holes, a familiar red and gold suit rises from the building's ashes. The glow from his eyes and chest cut through the rest of the dust, a deep blue against the glaring fluorescent yellow.
I want to call out to him, alert him that we were here and that we needed help, but before a single breath fills my lungs, he shoots out the way he came.
Brianna's spluttering turns into wheezing and my focus shifts. Her left hand now hovers at her throat, scratching at it as if it would help her breathe. My hand finds her arm.
"Brianna," I say, keeping my voice soft. Her eyes shift to me and they're still as wide as saucers. She's having a panic attack. "Are there any scriptures about disasters?" At first, it looks as though she doesn't hear me, her eyes sliding back to the ceiling over my shoulder. Then, her tongue slides over her lips, wetting them, and starts to recite sayings she probably grew up with her whole entire life.
As she does, I shakily get to my feet.
The rubble is mostly contained to the middle and front of the room. People are climbing over debris as coughs wrack through them. Another door, on the other side of the room under a red exit sign, is open and more people are spilling out through them. I call out, but none of them stop and turn our way.
Behind me, Brianna's voice becomes clearer and more focused. Her reciting now calls clearly over the dust that still floats around us. She hasn't moved, her eyes are less wide, but still captured on the ceiling.
There's no way for me to get out. While the fake walls that close in on us have holes big enough for feet to slip through, climbing is not an option for me. It's physically impossible with the lack of strength that plagues the left side of my body.
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