American Girl: An Avengers FanFiction

Chapter 59

"So we just wait?" Peter asks tossing one of his yo-yos from hand to hand idly.

"Junior Agents will continue their training." Steve says.

"We will be giving you more practical assessments." Natasha adds, "Focus more on real world experience."

"Really?" Eliza looks up from her book.

"Yes. Expect one anytime."

"Constant vigilance as Moody would say." Eliza pauses, "Also 'Better wizards than you have lost buttocks you know.' Pretty much everything else was Barty Crouch Junior disguised as Mad-eye Moody. "

"Um, I think my wing is bleeding." I frown and turn and turn trying to see it but like a dog chasing its' tail I can't. I do see the circle of blood on the floor created by my turning in circles and the dripping blood from my wing. "Oh dear. That's a lot of blood. Is that all mine?"

And then I faint.

To be clear, I didn't faint from blood loss, well not entirely. Have I ever mentioned that I'm scared of blood? So anyhow, I wake up on my stomach in a hospital bed. Dr. Banner walks around to the front of the bed so I can see him. "You're awake. Good, the wound isn't life threatening and the amount of blood lost shouldn't have caused you to pass out, however, Eliza informs me that you are scared of blood, yes?"

"Yeah, especially my own blood. In combat I can handle it, I think because my brain is too busy to focus on the blood. It's kind of weird."

"I cleaned the wound and put some antiseptic on it, that is all I can do for a wing wound. The site scabbed over and it should heal on its own in a couple of days. Until the skin returns to normal try to avoid putting strain on it. No flying. I think it will be okay if you fold your wings in however I would recommend not-" He trails off searching for the right word.

"Not poof-ing them into my back?" I suggest.

"Not a very technical term, but yes, no poof-ing." He states in his quiet and calm manner, "I'll let you go now, the wound wasn't very serious and the loss of blood was mostly from a pin feather."

I carefully pull my wing in close to my body and stand up. I thank Doctor Banner and head to my room, sleeping the rest of the day away. 

I wake as per usual at midnight, not really feeling like wandering around. I work on my prototype, it's a blow dart gun made of a feather. Well, really more the prototype is the darts as the blow gun is made from the hollow quill of one of my larger feathers. I can make one anytime simply by plucking a feather and then cutting or breaking it into shape. The darts are harder, how to conceal poisoned darts on my wings is what I'm working on now. I'm trying to not poison myself in the process so right now I'm just working with a mild sedative that my Fey heritage makes me immune to. My first idea is to just use little metal slivers I can attach to feathers. The metal is dipped in the poison and then- someone's coming. I shove the metal slivers into my braid and lay down pretending to be mostly asleep. My hand digs out the knives hidden under my pillow. 

The door opens. I throw the knife and it lands with a solid thunk in the top of the door frame where I was aiming. Nat and Bucky slip in. I'm pretty certain this is one of the practical assessments they were talking about earlier. Nat gives Bucky an order in Russian. Lucky me I just so happen to speak Russian, Grandmum made all of us learn because of the Cold War, even though it technically ended before we learned she was still concerned that we would someday need it. I get up and look back and forth between the two. Who do I attack first?

Bucky grabs for me. Okay that settles things. I slice at him and my knife bounces off of his metal arm which he raises to block my attack. I follow with my left elbow and manage to at least hit his face. He doesn;t seem bothered by this though and pins my arms to my sides lifting me off the ground. Stupid tall people with abnormally strong arms. I kick at him but he just holds me farther away from his body. I use my good wing to whack at him and flail my feet wildly as Nat tries to bind them. Buckt sets me down as Nat handcuff my hands behind my back. I pull my wings in  so I don't open the wound again. Natasha pats me down and I let her with only a little struggle, just enough so she thinks I'm still trying to get away. She snaps at Bucky, "Find the trunk."