Illusions And Chaos

~5~

"Wanda, what's wrong?" Asked Bruce when she called. "Get a med-van down here now! Tony can track my phone signal!" She called down the line.
"Why? What's going on?" He asked, concern evident in his voice. "Bruce I can explain everything later, just get a van down ASAP!" She said before hanging up.

Her attention turned back to the young woman on the floor beside her. She was losing alot of blood, and fast.

The woman beside her hung up the phone. Her accent was rather strange but Archer couldn't focus on where it came from. She had to find something to stop the bleeding. She reached up to her head and took off her buff. She held it to her side to try and stop the blood flow. The girl seemed oddly familiar but she couldn't place her face. "Hey, hey, stay with me," she said leaning over Archer. She had to do something fast.

Wanda placed her hands on the buff trying stop her from bleeding to death. "Wait...," she gasped. "I have an idea...just trust me." Wanda was confused as to what was going to happen. The woman lifted her shirt just enough to reveal the bullet wound. The woman closed her eyes and a look of concentration washed over her face. Wanda could feel the aur around the wound start to heat up. It was practically sizzling. It looked as though it was starting to close. Slowly but surely it began to heal. Not properly but enough to stop the bleeding. Wanda stared in shock at what the girl had done. "What? Never seen someone heal themself before?" She muttered chuckling gently. "How you're staying calm whilst on death's door is a mystery," replied Wanda shaking her head at the woman's optimism.

Just then a small black van pulled up beside the two. Out came three people; a blond man who looked very concerned, a red haired woman who looked extremely focused, and a black haired man who looked like he would jump out of skin at any moment. "We came as soon as you called," said the red haired woman jogging closer. "I don't mean to he rude, but who are you?" Archer asked tilting her head slightly. "We're here to help," said the blond. "Ya know, that's exactly what childcare workers say, but they never pick up the phone," she replied sarcastically. The woman next to her only roled her eyes. The black haired man examined her wound from a few feet away. "Why didn't you just call an ambulance?" He asked finally talking. "I said I'd explain it later, but right now we have to get her to your lab," the woman explained. "Uh...ok, Steve, get me a stretcher Nat find something to stop the bleeding," he said crouching down to inspect the wound closer. "No need," Archer said gesturing to the half closed wound. He looked confused but shook his head and continued ordering the other three around.

The blond man came over carrying a stretcher and layed it down next to her. The red haired woman lifted her off the floor and onto it. Archer groaned in pain as she moved. The two men carried her to the van and pit her in the back. "Are you allergic to anything?" The black haired man said putting on a lab coat. He seemed very professional. Archer shook her head as she had lost too much energy to speak. "Good," he nodded. "Ok, I'm gonna put you under general anaesthetic so we can remove the bullet," he explained preparing the equipment. "Oh, that may not work," she said trying to sit up. "Why not?"
"Because of this." As she spoke a small flame appeared in her hand. He didn't look that shocked. "And why would that affect it?" He asked.
"I sealed the wound using the fire so subconsciously my body is keeping it heated," she explained.
"I can help," the woman with the accent stated. "Good. Wanda get ready. I'm gonna put her under," he said putting the mask over Archer's nose and mouth. Wanda, as she had been referred to, placed a finger on both of Archer's temples as a red mist began to swirl around her head.

Slowly she drifted unconscious, wondering whether or not she would wake up.