𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒, captain america: civil war [2] ✓

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𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬

Shapes dance across a black plane in Ava's vision — colours blurring together in a large mess. Everything is distorted, misshapen, just... wrong.

It feels like she's underwater, swimming through chlorine that feels as thick as jelly. It's sticking to her, enclosing around her throat and nostrils. She can't breath. She can't breath. She can't breath.

Her mouth opens to call out for Pietro, but nothing escapes her. She pants heavily, trying to gulp in a large breath. It doesn't work.

Somebody's shouting. She thinks. Everything is messy, it's all blurred in what seems like a photo. Nothing looks right. Nothing feels right.

She becomes aware of somebody gripping her shoulder. They shake her back and forth gently, but it only worsens her feelings of nausea.

Bile swims up her throat, but it can't escape — she doesn't think. She can't.

Suffocating, she claws at her throat, but finds that she's unable to find her own skin. All that is recovered is a heavy piece of metal that only serves to cut her breathing off more.

Her hand is ripped away from the necklace-like prison she's trapped inside of. Her eyes lids flutter, and there's an outline of somebody's face above her. She can't recognise who it is.

Her hand moves on its own accord, reaching up towards the person craned over her. They grab her hand and hold tightly.

Her eyes close for a minute, before she blinks hard. The light is too bright — there are too many people talking — she can taste too much blood in her mouth...

She tries to ask. She's trying to speak up. But she can't. Her hands glow faintly, and then she registers a blinding pain, and they immediately stop. A cry leaves her throat, but only escapes as a hoarse whisper.

What happened? She tries to ask, but it doesn't manage to claw itself to freedom like her expression of pain did. Make it stop, she's begging, and tears are falling from her eyes as the face above her focuses more.

It's Pietro. He's stood above her, holding her face in his hands. His blue eyes are filled with concern. Her head spins as she tries to concentrate, gripping the man's sleeve.

He's speaking, and she winced at the noise. She can't hear what he's said.

She pants again, trying to breath. But she can't. She can't. Why can't she breath?

The weight around her neck disappears, and she hears a loud clang as the metal prison around her neck falls away.

She's lifted from the ground, and her head is against Pietro's chest. She recognises his heartbeat. It calms her slightly, but tears continue to gather on her lash line, spilling over and trickling down her face.

They're still talking, but she's too tired. Everything is too much. Why are they so loud? She's asking, but she knows she's not speaking. She can't.

Her eyes fall closed, and sleep overcomes her as Pietro's heartbeat pulls her to safety. It's okay. It's okay.