New Beginnings (Marvel/Mlb crossover)

35 -Last Chapter

I hear the sirens in the distance, but all I can do is hold onto either side of her head. I stare as her dark, long midnight hair blends perfectly with her sickly pale face, and dark red that rushes around her too fast.

'Please don't die.' Is all I can think, over and over again in my head. Eventually, the ambulance gets here, and when they see my daughter, pale and weak, the paramedics gasp. They rush over and bring a stretcher, leaning her onto her side as they remove her from my grasp. I stand, in a trance of some sort, and stare as they put her in the ambulance, rushing away as fast as they can.

I feel Pepper wrap her arms around me, but I push her away. "I-I-I can't live if s-she's..." I can't say the word. Marinette and that word should not belong in the same sentence. "W-we need to g-g-get to the hospital."

Without looking at anyone, I begin to fly. I fly as fast as I can, getting to the hospital in a matter of seconds. The ambulance isn't even here yet.

I clench my fingers into my palms, so hard that the metal should bend. I stand there like a statue, and have my mask on so no one can see the tears streaming down my face, drowning me if she isn't okay.

The sound of the sirens in the distance is comforting; she is still alive. A small group of teenagers walk out of the hospital, and stop to take a picture next to me, thinking I'm a statue. As they are taking their pictures, the ambulance pulls into the bay, and I tense as they open the back doors. I pulls back my mask, and say, "out of my way," to the teens, who jumped when I did.

I watch as the doctors and paramedics get Marinette carefully out of the ambulance, and I stand by her head, rushing inside with them.

They go behind a door, and I am locked out.

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About 14 hours later
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I sit, holding my coffee, and staring at the floor. The constant monitor beep fills my ears, and lets me know that she's alive, that she's okay.

There is a light knock on the door, and I hear it open. I don't look at who it is; I can tell just from the mood shift in the room.

"Stark," Fury says, standing by the door to the big room. I grunt as a response, and he asks, "how's she doing? Where is everyone else?" "She's fine for now. It's been a little rocky and she's still on unstable ground, but she's alright right now. They went back to the base. They need to sleep for a few. They have been worried too, but they need their sleep."

"Don't you, too?"

"I can't get the image out of my head. The image of her hurt. Or a funeral. I can't let myself be alone, or think. Sitting with her isn't being alone. She distracts me. Just being in here with her helps me know that she is okay. Besides, I want to be in here if something does happen."

I respond, taking a sip of the bitter, caffeinated, brown water. "How long did they say she would be out?" "Anywhere between a day and 3 months. They can't say."

"Let me know if you need anything, Stark," the leathered man says, patting my shoulder and walking out. "Will do." I whisper, still staring at my spot on the floor.

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2 months later
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I lean back in my chair, laughing with everyone else that's in the room. Every Sunday we all gather, hanging out around Marinette. We are busy every other day, and I have moved my work into her hospital room.

Peter leans on her bed, a care free position, and everyone else in in a chair. When the laughter dies down, the same silence, and conversation setting, sets in like every Sunday.

"She'll be alright, right?" Peter asks, grabbing onto and squeezing her hand. "Yeah. Eventually. She just needs time." Natasha says, looking over at her. "She has had time! She's had months!" Thor exclaims, the normal anger taking over him whenever we talk about this.

He gets annoyed that he can't tease her anymore because of her condition.

Steven stands up and walks over to the sleeping girl, and lighting hovers his fingers over her. "Her Soul is strong. It just needs a little more time to heal and adjust." He removes his hands, and I just sigh.

"The doctors say that she is getting better. That she will be better again soon. That's why they gave us three months. We still have another 2 weeks ish until we need to worry." Pepper says, squeezing my hand softly.

"She'll be fine." I reassure, mostly to myself. "She will be entirely alright."

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That night
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Marinette's pov
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I groan, the pain in my chest is unreal. I hear a gasp, and I open my eyes. Light floods through a door to my right, but it is far away enough that it doesn't bother me. I turn my head, and see my dad. "Dad?" I ask, and tears well up in his eyes.

He gently hugs me, and sobs into my shoulder. "You're awake. You're awake, you're awake. Oh I'm so happy you're awake."

The memory of getting stabbed suddenly rushes into my head and I ask, "how long have I been out?" "Almost three months." I am shocked for a second, I don't feel like I missed out. I missed out on 5 years of my life.

"I love you." I say, the only thing that comes to mind right now. "I love you too. So, so much, my daughter." Tony responds with.

And we spend the rest of our little forever like this.

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I suddenly sit up in bed, my heart pounding in my chest. "What the heck?" I say, looking over at Tikki.

"What is it, Marinette?" She asks, seeming happy about my rare good mood. "You know how you said that the guardian can sometimes see into their future, you know like absorbing the miraculous powers of the miracle box?"

"Mmmhhh." She answers with. "Well I think that just happened to me."

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The end!!!! I like this ending a lot better, and hope you do too. Sorry to the 200 people who read this before I made it good.

Hope you enjoyed the story!!!

Also... I just published the second book to this series. You should go check out the first chapter.

Goodbye my lovelies-SuperSomeone112