(1)The Avengers: The Lost Goddess

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When I woke up, I was still falling. But I guess I didn't really wake up. My body was in that awkward state where I could hear and see everything, but couldn't do anything about my surroundings. The fear welled up inside me but I couldn't even move let alone scream.

The last of my power blast was fading as glass fell with me. There was no movement on the roof that I could see, and I think I started to accept that I was dying. Or going to. Somehow, without my eyes even being open, I closed them again and just let the feeling of the wind and the occasional slice of the glass numb me.

As if from far away, a dull rumble made me open my eyes. Lightning was coming from the sky like it was rain. Strike after strike hit the building. Then I managed to see a figure come over the side of the building and race towards me. Lightning lit up the free falling figure every few seconds, but in my state, I couldn't make them out.

Somewhere deep in the back of my mind, I was aware of the ground coming up fast. Still, I was taking it rather well. The figure came into focus then. Honestly, I was expecting Iron Man, not the Hulk. His large hands reached for me and if I could've moved, I would've flinched.

His hands wrapped around me and he curled up, pulling me into a tight ball. We hit the ground hard, but I was mostly limp and had a Hulk curled around me. The pain was not immediate, but once it hit, I was surprised I still couldn't scream.

My bones felt like jelly but I could feel the pain everywhere. Shards of glass decorated my skin like I was a pincushion, fires that had started from the lightning strikes seemed to be raining down around me, and I could feel a cool wetness all around my head.

I was still wrapped in the Hulk's arms and he wasn't moving. Fear pulsed through my body as I realized he could be dead and it had been my fault. Why did he jump? He should've just left me. I'm dying anyway.

Moments passed, neither of us moving. Debris still fluttered around and I realized I could now see my body down on the ground. I didn't know what was going on and my head was absolutely spinning. But I stayed there, hoping someone would come.

Moments later, all of the Avengers ran out of the building, straight towards the Hulk's unmoving body. Iron man touched down and rushed to the Hulk's side, trying to move him.

"Someone help me! He's crushing her."

No one mentioned that the Hulk wasn't moving either. But they moved him, getting him into a somewhat comfortable position, and revealed my body. The sight made me cringe. One of my legs, despite the cushion of the Hulk, was bent at an odd angle. Glass poked out of my skin and blood flowed from my nose and deep cuts all along my body. One side of my face was charred from the blast of my power surge, and the ends of my hair were smoking. the large puddle of blood pooling behind my head was what terrified me.

"Is she breathing?"

"The Hulk isn't!" someone yelled.

I tried to tell them to look after him, but I couldn't speak. A few of Wakanda's doctors rushed outside and began prepping him for surgery right there on the street.

"She's still breathing," Tony yelled. His ear was right by my heart.

"Give her to the doctors, Tony," the Black Panther whispered, putting his hand on Tony's shoulder.

Without knowing how, I forced my spirit to go back to my body and then I was oblivious again.

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When I woke again, I could tell it wasn't the normal waking up. I hovered above my body again, watching everything unfold below me.

My body lay in a bed with wires and machines hooked up to it. Stitches laced my body, there was a wrap around my head, my leg was in a cast, and a doctor was rubbing some burn salve on my face.