Chapter Nine: Sorry

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Chapter Nine: Sorry

Barton's P.O.V.

Please don't be angry with me when you wake up.

The silence I'd been drowning in suddenly lifted at those words. The darkness went away as my eyes focused on the return of the square of "video feed" stuck behind the bars. Mo's figure was retreating away from me. I could see the Avengers congregated at the entrance to the runway on Stark Tower, somber looks on their faces. I didn't even ponder over how I'd suddenly managed to end up out of the helicarrier. That didn't matter as soon as I saw Mo's hands trembling.

I gripped the bars in front of me, wishing for the first time in my life that I could be like Banner and turn all green and muscular so I could rip this cage apart and get to Mo. I could hear her sniffling, and when she looked down at her feet, I could see the tears glinting on her cheeks. My struggles against the damned cage became more desperate. Never again. I told myself I would never again be the source of her tears. I didn't even know if I was the cause this time, but it didn't matter. I never wanted it to happen again.

"Let me out, dammit!" I screamed, trying to rattle the bars and getting more and more frustrated the more they refused to budge. "I need to get to her! Put me back in reality! Let me get to her!"

I could see Mo walking toward the open door to the runway. I couldn't see what she was doing or what was out there, but judging by the angered and saddened expressions on everyone's faces, I knew it wasn't good. "Let me out!" I yelled again. Her figure was disappearing through the doorway. "Let me out!" The words weren't as strong as they were two seconds ago.

She completely disappeared outside and I stepped back. "Goddammit," I said in a hiss, pressing the heels of my hands to my eyes. "Goddammit."

Thank you for everything. I lifted my head. I'm sorry none of this turned out the way we wanted it to. It's my fault.

Mo's voice was like a whisper in my ear, even though she was nowhere near me. But, as I watched Rogers clench his jaw and Stark turn his face away in frustration, the bar around the square disintegrated. Almost without thinking, I gave a frantic shout and rushed forward with one hand extended.

My feet left the ground and I was certain I was going to land hard on my stomach, still trapped in my own mind, but it wasn't so. It was like I'd done a front flip and landed hard on my back on the floor, knocking the breath out of me and instantly making me feel nauseous. I tried to move, but it was as if I was a stranger in my own body. Nothing was moving the way I wanted it to, and it was irritating as much as it was worrying.

Slowly, though, I could feel...myself...start to creep back in, rather than just my consciousness. It didn't make a whole lot of sense to me, but I knew I was becoming normal again. My fingers twitched and my eyelids fluttered, and then I could open my eyes. But when I tried to stand, I fell to the side.

From this angle, I could see a helicopter landing on the end of the runway - the very same helicopter that I was thrown into when the aliens kidnapped me. And now Mo was walking directly toward it. The Avengers were doing nothing to stop her.

"Mo." I tried to yell, but my voice was hoarse. My body ached and my head was throbbing. "Mo, stop!" No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the words to come out any stronger. I attempted to at least push myself onto my hands and knees, and immediately cried out in pain. It was like when you fall asleep while laying on your arm and all of the feeling has gone out of it. It was the burning, aching feeling of getting your cells and your nerves to wake up again, but it was all over my body and it hurt about a thousand times worse. I fell back onto my stomach, clutching my head to try and ward off the splitting headache I could sense was about to come, but it didn't help any.

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