marvel one-shots

45. iron fist ; breathe

She stirred. She tried to sit up, and was stopped. Her body was restrained. Her neck was restrained, her waist, and her forehead. Her eyes darted back and forth in panic.

"Grace," a man stated. She focused on him. A stranger. A doctor, by the look of it. "Breathe."

"Where am I?" she hissed.

"Breathe," he urged again. Her view was blurry and her limbs were numb. Her heart pounded in her ears, but she didn't care.

"Why am I here?" she yelled.

A woman came in and forced a pill between Grace's lips, holding her chin up, and the pill went down. The world blurred and the two strangers' words slurred.

They left and she slept.

When she woke, she was in an ice bath. It stung her skin and burned her insides. She quaked, unprotected by any clothing.

"It's supposed to help with the drugs, you're welcome," she quaked at the doctor's voice.

She was dragged out by guards and strapped to the bed again, certain crude binding protected her unmentionables.

The doctor injected a drug into her forearm and hallucinations began.

"Hush little baby, don't you cry," the doctor sang softly as he took his leave. "There's only a small chance that you'll die..." he left.

A new voice entered her ears:

"Can you hear me?"

Words caught in her mouth and all she could do was mumble against her lips.

"Come on, I'm getting you out of here," he spoke again. She was freed and slung into his arms.

"Am I naked?" she asked faintly.

"Sh," he hushed her drugged question.

"Are you going to kill me?" she asked when the window was open and the coolness shattered her wet body. "Please don't kill me," she sobbed into his shirt.

"I'm not going to kill you," he couldn't help to chuckle a little. It wasn't at her crying, it was at her slurred words.

"It's mean to laugh at people, you..." he leaped off the terrace. She was too high to scream. They landed on a building's roof, relatively softly for jumping off a terrace. "...Meanie."

"I'm just getting you to safety. Do you know what you took?"

"I took no..thing... They gave it to-me," she slurred. She was on the verge of sleep and was fighting to stay up, to stay vigilant.

"What did they give you?" he clutched her against him. He tucked her legs over his hips and her arms held herself against his chest. She was shivering in the wind. Only two blocks to Claire's.

"Drugs, dummy," she laughed hysterically and tucked her head into his neck. He smelled good. She fell asleep.

He got her to Claire's apartment floor and broke into a window. Claire appeared in seconds with a baseball bat. A man stumbled in behind her.

"Claire, she needs help," the savior said. He looked at the other man who was staring blankly at the floor. He was in a blank tee shirt and boxers, the savior introduced himself, "Danny Rand."