Loss and Loki

Chapter 15

ACE'S POV
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I can't- why can't I move. Or...see or... do anything. Where the hell am I...

I tried my hardest to move ever so slightly, to shift one of my fingers, my hand, or anything. But nothing would work. The only thing moving was my rapid thoughts speeding round my head in a manic whirl.

I inhaled deeply, calming my frantic conscience whilst subconsciously honing in on the other senses that hadn't abandoned me, enough to discern my surroundings. I knew that there was a periodical beep from some sort of machine to the left of me. I also knew that I was lay facing up on a sturdy mattress, covered by a thin blanket.

One other thing I knew, I couldn't move for the life of me and my eyelids were sealed tightly shut. Irritatingly I couldn't move to satisfy the itch on my cheek and all I could do was lay. Lay there, and listen, and cringe at the heavily concentrated antiseptic scent abusing my nose.

It didn't take a genius to figure out I was in a medical room of some sort, probably being treated for the little scratch I'd obtained during the fight from that alien fuckhead that had knocked me down. However, I was unsure of why I'd lost complete control over my mobility. Though it was incredibly reminiscent of when I'd been put into a medically induced coma last year.

I lay there for a while, contemplating just falling back asleep as there was not much else I could do. God knows I'd recited the Phineas and Ferb theme tune over and over in my head enough times and I wasn't quite bored enough to work out some mathematical equations.

I was just in the middle of wiping my thoughts blank to attempt to drift into unconsciousness when the door opened to my relief, showing me I had company, whoever that might be.

"-This time is different as we have given the option for when she decides to wake up, completely into her hands. That way we'll know she's completely ready." I heard a soft spoken female voice ring out as a few pairs of feet clicked over what sounded like a linoleum floor. Nurse? I guess so

"And you said she can hear us?" I heard a voice I immediately recognised as Steve's concerned tone reply to her. There was no immediate reply so I guessed she'd nodded and I rolled my eyes inwardly. I swear to god If anyone starts reading me stories I'm going to force myself awake, just so I can throw something at this nurse for revealing what could have been a very useful predicament.

"The brain scan shows activity that may mean she's currently mentally conscious of everything that's going on around her." The nurse added in an irritatingly matter of factly tone.

Oh really? Does your brain scan show just how much I'm blissfully thinking about dashing your head into a brick wall huh?

"What a sneaky..little bitch." I heard Tony's voice quip from the opposite side of the room and I grinned in relief. well, I would have if I wasn't...y'know...paralysed. I knew for a fact Tony would happily keep Steve or anyone from reading dumb stories to me while he was present. Something I was incredibly thankful for.

"What?" Steve questioned tiredly.

"She's totally going to listen to our conversations and find out all of our dirty little secrets." Tony added and I rolled my eyes inwardly again. Don't tell him you asshole.

"Tony." Came Steve's weary reply but Tony cut him off once more.

"No no she is. Aren't you, you little snake?" I laughed mentally as I could already picture Steve's peeved expression.

"Hey, poltergeist, raise your hand if you're not trying to listen in on our conversations." He added with a sarcastic flair and I just lay there, not moving a muscle... obviously.