Little Princess (An Avengers/ P.M. fanfic)

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Tell me why am I emotional... when I knew it from the start

"I win"

"Savannah?! Savannah wake up!"

"Can you find a pulse?! Is she breathing?!"

"She's got a pulse but it's weak"

"Get her to the medbay now!"

"Savannah, can you hear me?! Savannah!?"

"SAVANNAH!"

Everything was quiet... and cold.

It was so cold.

Savannah felt as though she should be shivering but weirdly enough, she couldn't feel anything.

Was she dead?

Was it over?

What happened?

A million explanations raced through her head, each one worse than the other.

Had she really died in his arms?

God that's embarrassing...

And if she was dead, then where was the bright light she's supposed to see? Or her life flashing before her eyes?

But everything was cold... and dark.

It was so dark.

Where was she?

The only thing she could hear was the occasional beep of what sounded like a machine.

That and the weird smell of chemicals and hand sanitizer.

Savannah's eyes were closed, she knew that now.

That made sense, she had passed out. She had passed out on Pietro which as embarrassing as it was, she was just glad she hadn't passed out in front of Pierce because that would've been worse.

But Savannah was confused.

If everything was so dark then where then hell was she?

The last thing she remembers?

Think Savannah.

She was at Hydra, she was bleeding, she was in a lot of pain, she killed Rogue, Gold-

Gold.

Savannah had to get to Gold.

She'd lost everyone else, she wasn't going to lose her too.

But Savannah couldn't move.

All around her was darkness, and she was cold.

But she was sweating...

Why the hell was she sweating when it was so cold?!

"Savannah"

Was she just imagining that or was somebody calling her name?

And why the hell was she sweating so goddamn much?!

"Savannah!"

And again...

But Savannah couldn't recognize the voice. It sounded distant, unreal.

She must be imagining things.