Just My Luck (Avengers Fanfic)

A Fire Extinguisher Can Be a Weapon

When I woke up, I found myself all alone in the room. Bruce, along with the rest of the Avengers, had left. When? I had no idea. Where? You know better than to ask me that. 

Pushing myself up to a sitting position, I looked around the room. I was in some sort of medical room, the familiar heart rate monitor to my right and an IV stand to my left. On the right, I saw a counter with some items laid there and a sink, and on the other side, a counter with a couple of computer screens.

My head felt clearer than before. The drug must have worn off, or at least, diminished enough for me to feel similar to how I had been pre-drugged. 

Luckily, Dr. Coppens had allowed me to wear a loose light-gray shirt and black shorts over my undergarments when I begged her to let me wear something else besides that hideous and humiliating hospital gown. I quickly checked my stitches by my forearm, abdomen, and shoulder and saw that while they were somewhat tender, they were healing. 

I ripped out the IV from my arm, wincing slightly. Clipping the heart rate monitor off my finger, I turned so that my legs would hang off the bed. 

Alright. Pep-talk time.

You can do it! I believe in you, Kim! Just take one step, see how far you make it, and then sprint your way out of here. Easy-peasy, lemon squeezy. 

Who was I kidding? This wouldn't be easy-peasy, lemon squeezy in any shape or form. 

Fake it til you make it. 

Hah! I doubt I could even fake it. 

I sighed. This pep-talk turned quite sour. 

Just. Do. It.

Nike!

Why was my brain such a mess? Ditching my mind, I pushed myself off the bed before I thought better of it and landed on my feet. 

"Ow, fudge me!" I growled out when the floor met my foot that sported a sprained ankle. I forgot about that. 

Okay, I admit it. Maybe my decisions were indeed questionable and, primarily, stupid... but yeah. That's pretty much it. They were stupid.

I hobbled over to the door quietly, wincing slightly every time I stepped down on my right foot. I tried to put most of my weight on my left leg as I walked. Opening the door slowly, I moved so as only the top of my face appeared and looked both sides as if I were planning to cross a street. 

The hallway was empty. Finally! Some good news. We all knew there was very little good news these days.

I stumbled down the hallway like a new-born deer, letting out a sigh of relief when I spotted an exit door that led to a street, and behind that street, a forest.  Our location occurred to be not in the city but in the suburbs, which means they must have brought me to the Avengers Complex. I halted for a moment and listened to see if there were any sounds around me. I couldn't hear anything, but that didn't mean it would be safe. Oh well. It's not like I could do anything about that. 

Moving towards the door, I held my breath as if that would help my situation. Unfortunately, on the way there, I tripped over some air molecules and nearly whacked my head against the wall. I swore as my sprained foot twisted awkwardly once more, causing me to collapse to the ground in an ungrateful heap.

"Ow," I grumbled, staying still on the floor. Flashes of pain crawled up my ankle. Who knew the only enemy in my way had been me all along? 

Pushing myself to my feet, I huffed, annoyed at the new-found pain. As if I needed more of that. I hobbled the last couple of steps to the door and held my breath in anticipation when my hand reached the push bar.