My eyes flicker shut, heavy like lead and i can just hold them open.
"Hattie? Hatz? Where are you?" I hear shouts.
I brighten up slightly, trying to keep breathing.
"In here! Help!" I shout.
I hear footsteps, blue boots walk in and i follow up, smiling. Steve has his shield clipped onto his back and he races over to the control panel, twisting dials and pressing buttons.
"You can't. He's locked it all." I point out.
My whole body feels numb, my head falls back against the top of the chair and i no longer keep fighting. I don't have the strength to keep fighting.
Steve takes off his shield, steps back and throws it at the wall. It bounces off and sends vibrations through but doesn't damage the glass. He tries again and again. But doesn't succeed.
"Steve, stop!" I shout.
He jumps slightly, stopping mid throw and looks at me with confusion and pain.
"Its too late. You're too late. I have just enough strength to keep breathing." I explain.
"Im not giving up on you, Hatz." Steve whispers.
"I have to do this. It has to happen, so now that Loki won't hurt you or the others." I explain, glancing over at him and Steve nods, but his eyes say he disagrees.
"Hattie, you can't die." Steve whispers, i barely hear the words.
My eyes beg to close, my breathing slows down as the flow of the blood in the tubes drips slowly.
"I have to. Loki will give up then and leave you all alone."
Steve drops his shield, then sits down and hides his face in his hands. I catch a glimpse of the tears falling onto the floor.
"Don't. Steve, don't." I beg, tears streaming down my cheeks again.
"Im sorry there's nothing i can do. Im sorry that i can't do more to keep you alive. Im sorry that you've had a disappointing life and your father is a criminal. Im so sorry Hattie."
"Steve, Im scared." I whisper, turning my head to look at him, watching the useless hurt tears drop down his blue starry suit.
"It's going to be okay." He mumbles.
"You've died. What is it like? Does it hurt?" I question and Steve shakes his head.
"No. Your whole life flashes before your eyes; birthdays, Christmas', parties, dates, friends, families and everything. Its weird, sort of like you're floating." Steve explains, wiping the falling tears from his cheeks.
"Im not so scared now." I admit.
"Do you know what we call this? Someone who gives their life to save hundreds?" Steve asks.
"A hero?" I suggest.
"No. An Avenger." Steve corrects me.
A small smile fills my lips.
That's the last thing i hear.
Sleep is the last thing i feel.
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Hidden Past
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