What's the issue?
I don't have enough energy to fix this.
I've got you.
It's not working.
Why not?
I can't shut it down because the city is already too high from the ground. This city hitting the earth with this weight, imagine the speeds. The world would end. It's not coming down that's for sure. It needs to explode, but I can't do that form here.
How are you going to fit your arm in there without it burning off?
I don't know, how about you come up with some ideas Sparky! It seems like I'm the one doing all the thinking here!
I can go inside.
If you go inside and mess with it's equilibrium we all drop.
If I go inside I can blow it up. I've practiced and I've got it down. This will work! Your suit does not have the power to do this.
No-
Yes- I'm doing this. Now go.
Tiana-
I said go!
Im not going anywhere. Do what you have to do so we can go home.
What do you mean you don't know?
She went inside, told me to go, blew it up, and it all fell.
There is an impossible chance she's still alive. I don't even know where, or how, she could survive.
You left her there alone?
No I didn't, I would never. I stayed, and it exploded, and I was blown away. My suit went haywire, functions weren't operating properly.
Her throat coughs up water as She barely crawls across the rocks that bordered the body of water. Her muscles give in and drop her on her face. Sparks pop and scatter from every limb. Her lungs plead for more air because they've been half filled with muddy water. She tries to stand with no clue of where she would go or where she was, but her right leg appeared to be broken. Falling to her knees she screams at the blackness in the trees and the pain in her bones. The cry was sliced by another call for help. She sits still, listening to a little girl speak not too far away. Then came the sound of a male voice trying to quiet the girl. A bright light breaks her focus as she's blinded, thinking it was the light she gave in.
She was wrong.
The lights are incredibly dim in the morning sun as I lay splayed across a cot in what seems like a warehouse. There's pressure on my leg, like it's been wrapped up. I try to move it, rotate my lower led at least. All I got in response was a backlash of pain. Bending my knee, I feel the same thing. I must have a shattered knee cap or something. If this is heaven, why am I still in pain? At least I thought I died.
The sound of a latch or a door catches my attention. Footsteps inch closer, and yet I don't try to get away. Have I really lost all concerns for my safety? My arms are fine, I could crawl away, they could be dangerous. I force myself to think other than just sit here, but I don't budge. Their face appears before me, not completely focused but I can see a smile on their lips through a black beard. I stay silent as they reach for my leg slowly, as if they don't want to scare me. Unwrapping the bandages he cleans the wound and grabs a long piece of wood from behind him and places it along the side of my leg. The man again reaches behind him and pulls out an orange and yellow flower. He holds it out to me, puts it in my hands. I lift my tires arms toward my eyes to admire this gift. Then I hear a loud snap, and my knee implodes, spilling over in pain. I scream out and scrunch my eyes closed as he wraps my leg back up.
"The bad part is over now." He says, the blue in his eyes looked reassuring. Still grunting I smell the flower, noticing this was just a diversion. It smelled beautiful, like flowers. Like plants. I'm trying to make the most of this smell but I've always thought they just smelled of sweet nature and grass.
A little girls voice rushes into the room and gleams at me. I stare at her confused, both of them. They talk, but I can't understand them. It's Russian, I remember how the words sounded as they rolled on Pietro's tongue.
Pietro.
Where is he? Where is Pietro? Now I begin to worry, for him. He's probably save somewhere with the others at HQ. Where are the others? I look to my right and there are rows of cots filled with people. All of them are silent and still, sleeping. I state harder, and their chests don't move, dead. None of which I recognized, neither on the left. I'm surrounded by the casualties of my teams success. I don't even know if it was a success, I just remember it exploding in my face and drowning in the water. We could have failed
