The Little Siren

Chapter 7

20 minutes later…

Mia paced nervously around the corridor biting her nails. She and the other Avenges were anxiously waiting for the doctors to tell them how Steve was doing. He took some nasty blows during the battle and Mia couldn’t help but feel that it was her fault.

“It’s my fault. All me…” she said to herself aloud.

“Mia, no. That’s ridiculous,” said Clint.

“Not it’s not. He jumped in to save me and got badly injured in the process. If I had been quicker maybe I could have destroyed that robot then Steve would never have gotten hurt.” Mia hung her head and stopped pacing.

“Mia,” Natasha said firmly gripping her shoulder. “It’s not your fault. You can’t blame yourself for this.” The redhead gestured to the emergency room Steve was currently in. “Steve decided to put his life at risk to save you. It was his choice. You can’t take responsibility for that.”

Mia looked in to Natasha’s eyes and sighed. She put her head down on Natasha’s shoulder her making the Russian flinch. “I’m just worried about him. All I’ve ever been is cold, unfriendly, and unfeeling to him when I should have been more welcoming.” Natasha was totally out of her comfort zone here and wasn’t really sure how to console her team mate. She looked over Mia’s head toward Clint who was leaning against the wall watching the scene. He raised his eye brows and looked pointedly at Natasha, telling her that she had to deal with this herself. The assassin was spared however when the door to the medical room opened. Mia jumped away from Natasha and turned to face the doctor.

“How-”

“He’s fine agent Carter. He is going to be quite alright.” The doctor looked at each of the Avengers and saw them all give a visible sigh. “His shoulder was badly injured but he will recover within the next day or so thanks to his super solider serum. I gave him some sleeping pills to help ease the pain. If you want you can go in and see him.”

Mia rushed past the doctor and into the room. She took the seat next to Steve’s bedside so she could see him. His right shoulder, opposite from where she sat, was bandaged in a sling. Steve was sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed. Mia reached out tentatively and grabbed his hand, which was resting next to her knee. The other Avengers slowly filled in and stood around the bed in a semi-circle.

“The doctor said he would be asleep for a couple more hours,” Bruce said. Mia nodded and continued staring at Steve. Several minutes past in silence, everyone absorbed in their own thoughts.

“You know,” Mia began. “When I was little and I got sick, Uncle Phil would sit next to my bed and sing to me. Now granted he was horrible singer and it was hilarious to watch him sing Disney songs to me, but it made me feel better none the less to know he was there for me.”

Pepper got close to Mia and put a hand gently on her shoulder. “Maybe you should sing to him.”

Mia thought about all the songs she knew but couldn’t quite decide one that described how she felt. Then it rapidly came to her and she nodded; she slowly and softly started to sing.

“Oh yeah, I’ll tell you something

I think you’ll understand

When I say that something

I want to hold your hand;

I want to hold your hand

I want to hold your hand;

Oh please say to me

You’ll let me be your man

And please say to me