The Girl With The Tiger Soul

Nineteen

Okay so, mild warning. I'm rewriting a bit of her characteristics as I go, including the fake arm which is coming up now. Sadly I do believe I mentioned it before, but it was never important so you can ignored those little glimpses.

"I got 6 of them. Loki, Clint, Bucky, Wanda, Natasha, and Shuri. I still need Bruce and Tony." I sighed, setting down the items.

I walked over to a table and sat down, pulling off my jacket. She carefully peeled away her suit, looking at the wound on her shoulder.

"I do believe he had hit the nerves, I don't believe I can use this arm anymore..." She mumbled, calmly wrapping some gauze around the wound that went through her shoulder entirely.

"I can help you make a metal one, you can't do much with only one arm."

"Alright, but I still need to removed the limb or else I'm wasting blood." She yawned, heading over to a set of medical tools.

"Here, let me." He quickly rushed over. She sighed but allowed it, he set to work quickly, lay in her on the operating table.

The first slice made her body burn with pain. Out of anesthetics. Of course. She ripped part of her suit off and bit into it, tears sliding down her cheeks as he worked. It hurts so much.

"I'm sorry kitten, it won't take much longer." He whispered. She growled at him and smacked him with her tail, closing her eyes as she tried to ignore the pain. For fucks sake she wishes this wasn't as bad!

"GAHHHHH!" She screamed, tears flowing down her face freely. She dug her fang deeper into the fabric.

"Sh sh sh its okay." Donovan panicked, stitching up the arm, well the stump. He looked over to see that the young girl was passed out. He sighed and carried her to a spare bed, covering her in a thick blanket to keep her warm. Blood loss that bad will make anyone cold...