Stars and leather jackets

I'm Back in Black

                "NO!" I screamed as the nightmare injected itself into my dreams. 

                "I hear her!" a voice called frantically "Thalia, we're coming!" I closed my eyes as I took in what was happening. We were alive. I was still in Ultron's cell, but my friends were alive. I heard the cell door open and felt a strong pair of arms envelop me. 

              "I killed you!" I sobbed into Steve. 

              "Shh," he said softly "we're OK, everything's going to be fine. I'm going to get you out of he- what's that?" I turned and followed his gaze to an IV that was attached to my arm. Normally this would only slightly concern me, but I was now positively freaked out when I saw that the liquid inside was pure black. Steve quickly pulled out the needle and looked at it in apprehension. "Hey Bruce?" he called over his shoulder "What is this?" I perked up when I heard my brother's name and smiled when Bruce came running in and pulled me into a hug. 

            "You're OK." he whispered happily as I cried again. He then grabbed the IV bag and his face paled when he saw the contents. "Shit." he muttered as he looked back and forth from me to the bag. 

            "What?" I asked sharply, not liking where this conversation was going at all. 

            "Have you been having nightmares or hallucinations?" he asked carefully. I nodded silently and Bruce groaned. 

             "Banner," Steve snapped "what the Hell is it?" 

            "It's a drug that gradually enhances your worst fears and memories." Steve and I were thrown into stunned silence at this. 

             "When you say gradually," I began timidly "do you mean forever?" 

             "Unless I find a cure, yes." 

             "Damn it!" Steve yelled at nothing.

            "Hey," I said softly, reaching up to hold his hand "I'm OK. A little dementor juice never hurt anyone." He smiled at my Harry Potter reference and slowly picked me up for a kiss. 

             "I can't lose you," he whispered "not again." 

            "Well it's your lucky day because I am impossible to get rid of." Bruce laughed as we headed back toward the jet and home.

             "One more Harry Potter joke from either one of you and I will personally make sure that Fury calls the next meeting at 5 in the morning." Clint and Spark immediately stopped laughing and instead looked at me in horror. They had teamed up to tease me to no end about my "dementor juice". Normal people would say that it was nothing to laugh about, but I was glad that they weren't treating me like I was on my death bed. I had to practically beg Steve to let me fight against Ultron. It hadn't helped my case that my hair had turned jet black from the drug Ultron had given me. I was just thankful that Bruce had encountered something like this when he ran off. At least we knew what it was, that was a start on how to cure it. Steve was laughing still at Spark and Clint's reaction and wrapped his arm around me while I leaned into him. 

            "Remind me to prank the later." I muttered as I slowly drifted off to sleep 

           "Duly noted." Steve whispered as he kissed my forehead before my eyes finally closed