The Unknown Enemy ∘ Marvel [3]

Chapter 18: A Change In Scenery

"Ms. Firman?"

Fuzzy images blur together as I slowly open my eyes, blinking. My hand slides down to the part of my hospital gown where a knife should be, but I find none.

I sit up, my head seemingly filled with an ocean and my energy completely drained. My bones felt weighed down with lead and my eyelids were so heavy. Still, I made myself look up and raise the upper half of my body to sit up slightly.

Where I expect to see Meredith's paler hands jotting down notes on a clipboard, I watch someone whose skin is a few shades darker than mine write down a few things as she glanced up at me. I don't recognize her, but she wears a blue nurse's scrubs instead of Dr. Renning's white coat.

"Memories missing, a whole lot of scarring, lost a friend, now you punched a bulletproof window right through and wrecked your room. Also found four missing surgical knives on you. You are one special case with no explanation, Sienna."

I blink a few more times, stretching my sore body out as I respond, "I didn't know it was bulletproof glass. Sorry for the mess."

"Technically, you shouldn't be able to do that, with the state you're in." She says, a much warmer tone of voice than I expected from her.

"Technique serves me well enough."

The nurse nods, putting down her notes on the counter and leaning against it, crossing her arms over her chest, "Figured you were some government agent. Lots of those running around the past few hours. Plus, most patients aren't able to procure weapons so easily without anyone noticing."

I knowingly nodded, her calmness with the whole situation surprising me. Most of the nurses had been afraid of me since they heard I almost slit Captain America's throat, and this new girl seemed oddly chill after I had a mental breakdown. It was quite refreshing.

"You get stuck with me because of a bad shift, or chose the spy willingly?" I ask in a light tone, hoping to seem friendly and non-threatening.

The women gave the smallest hint of a smirk, "I usually work in Hell's Kitchen, so thugs and criminals I'm used to. Haven't treated an agent before, but it'll make a good story. Besides, when Captain America asks you a favor, you don't decline."

Steve. Oh god, how is he taking this? First the guy who gave him a life right out of the ice dies, then I break down and destroy my room, "How's Captain Rogers doing?"

She shrugged, letting out a tense breath before talking, "Concerned mostly. Angry a bit, definitely. As soon as I volunteered, he made sure to tell me about your condition. Said he'd come around after work."

I sighed, shaking my head a bit at it, "Yeah, sorry about that-"

The nurse chuckled, gesturing with her hand, "No, no. It wasn't a problem I met an Avenger at all. No, he was kind and polite about everything."

I nod at the statement, chiding myself internally about how stupid it all was. It just all broke. So much felt piled on my shoulders, feeling so trapped all at once. I'd been caged in to long, misery put upon another. Now, with Fury's death, it just seemed too much.

I should've just swallowed my tears and moved on. No, I just had to completely lose it over small things. I'm supposed to take loss well and function flawlessly under pressure. Today, I failed that part of my training that made me an exceptional agent. All I did was embarrass myself and cut my knuckles.

I think over that thought in my head, looking down at my hands. A few minor incisions lined the sides of my arms, but there was no signs  of any bruising across my knuckles or any other wounds to be found. I furrow my eyebrows, still remembering the slight jolt of pain when I hit the window.