Maeve Fedorovna; an ungraduated assassin from the Red Room, an accomplice in attempts to kill Tony Stark, the world's most feared virus in the matrix. She was good at her job, she was even better at engineering, and many people were starting to take...
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The world was pulsing in black and white images, faint echoes elapsing over each other, spiraling from thousands of different directions. There was no telling what was the faint recollection of memories or what was happening in real time.
The last thing I heard was the water, crashing and thrusting its entire body against the boat like thunder, the stench of salt distant until it forcefully invaded my lungs through my nostrils and throat. Everything burned; maybe from the bitter saltwater breaking through my airway and choking me inches closer to death. Or maybe from the crashing impact of my back against the stone waves, weakening my limbs as gravity sunk me to my grave.
How long was I drowning? A gruesome question, probably not even last an entire list of someone who nearly experienced death would bring up. Yet I wanted to know, between the blips of memories I could digest and between the others where I felt black-out drunk and dead while still managing to save some breath.
I remember watching the light fade above, distorted and disappearing from the elegant crystal outlines of water. Part of me remembered the world going dark, waving my arms into the thick masses of water, trying to save myself from an inevitable death. But at the same time, I accepted my death, letting myself be swallowed into darkness.
My body's instincts fought too hard and exhausted themselves, the last pulses syncing with the dying beat of my heart, wavering by the second as my brilliant mind was suddenly tamed by something as simple as death. My eyes didn't fight as relentlessely as my heart, drifting shut within seconds. There was no stopping the water from flooding and overwhelming my body with its poisonous fluid.
" Fedorovna."
My body jumped awake, even when I had been conscious and sitting upright all along. It shook my body aggressively, to hear something as simple and common as my name, my burning eyes frantically looking around the little hospital wing.
General Dreykov was standing at the end of the bed, looking displeased as always, hands tightly stretched around his hips, fingers intertwined behind his back. Two nurses moved around the bed, pushing aside my hospital gown in some areas to analyze my wounds. A different nurse was talking to General Dreykov, her voice too soft for me to make out her words.
