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Chapter Fourteen

I took a few moments to really recalibrate once I woke up. At first, voices were just blurbs of noise, and I had no clue who was talking and if they were to be trusted. The familiar hand on my shoulder started to help me calm down, but I still didn't know what to do. I tried to channel my abilities but I couldn't...

"Wh-what-what's happening," I forced out through breaths. When I tried to move my left arm I couldn't do that either. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to collect myself.

"Rey, it's Nat. Can you hear me?" Keeping my eyes shut, I nodded slightly and just tried to breathe. There were footsteps approaching me from my left side, and tried to see if I could pick out who was walking over. There was a hushed masculine voice and then Nat spoke again. "Rey, we need to move okay? Can you move?"

When I went to move my arms, I still couldn't get them to move how I wanted. My right arm had extra weight to it when I tried to get it to move, and my left arm wasn't responding. So I shook my head no. "My arms..." I mumbled. There was a presence at my side a couple seconds later and soon I was being picked up by someone with very big arms. My eyes remained closed as I tried to just focus on the events that happened before everything went black.

The agent then grabbed my neck and started squeezing.

I fought him with all I could. Without my arm and without my abilities, my legs were my only hope and trying to get free. There was no thought and I just flailed my legs around, kicking what I touched, and tried to at one point get up to his head but he held me at an awkward enough angle that I just couldn't reach. My vision grew spotty and it took so much out of me to try and keep fighting.

"Fight! Fight like your life depends on it!" A memory of someone screaming that surfaced into my head and I tried so hard to follow that advice. I tried so hard to fight with every last bit of life I had left in me. Instead of it working, my vision faded and I couldn't feel anymore. The last thing my senses grabbed was a loud and very angry roar.

"I-I remember..." I muttered and finally had enough focus to open my eyes back up. They fluttered open and I could see that I was being carried into a jet. For a moment, I thought it was the same jet, but there were subtle interior differences that led me to believe we got a new jet. "What's with the new jet?" I asked. My voice was still pretty quiet. We got into the jet and I was set down on some seats and only just noticed it was Thor who had been carrying me. So that could mean he doesn't already hate me. Good to know.

Clint was up at the pilot area speaking with a woman I don't think I've seen before, and the others were sort of talking amongst themselves in very hushed tones. As I looked around the group, the one person I was really hoping to see was not visible. Maybe he was sitting somewhere else in the jet working on something? "Where's Bruce?" I asked, in my normal voice finally.

The talking stopped and almost everyone looked over at me. My eyebrows were scrunched together in confusion and I looked around at each person. Wanda stepped towards me and stood in front of me. "Well, we were kind of hoping you could help us out with that," she said. "What do you remember before passing out?"

"Well, everything now that I've had time to focus I guess. It was chaos..." I trailed off and looked around at everyone else. They all stared at me in hopes that I would continue on with what I remembered. "It was just Bruce and I sitting in the jet. My arms were cramping so I used my abilities to unlock myself from them." I looked and saw Captain Rogers' annoyance at that. "Bruce and I were simply discussing things about my abilities when there was banging on the side of the jet, which sounded like gunfire. It got worse so I told Bruce to hide as best as he could in the jet and I went out to fight them off. The door didn't close..." I found it hard to continue because I knew this was all my fault. Bruce trusted me to keep him safe and I failed him.