Bright lights are the first thing seen above her, blinding her sensitive eyes as her body softly moved. Her bones, joints, and brain aching from disuse. She grunts, hearing soft noises in the background as her eyes blink to adjust.
"Curve ball, high and outside for ball one. So the Dodgers are tied, 4-4. And the crowd well knows that with one swing of his bat, this fellow's capable of making it a brand-new game again. Just an absolutely gorgeous day here at Ebbets Field. The Phillies have managed to tie up at 4-4. But the Dodgers have three men on. Pearson beaned Reiser in Philadelphia last month. Wouldn't the youngster like a hit here to return the favour? Pete leans in. Here's the pitch. Swung on. A line to the right. And it gets past Rizzo. Three runs will score. Reiser heads to third. Durocher's going to wave him in. Here comes the relay, but they won't get him."
She grunts as she finally decides to move, letting her muscles contract and release as she sits up in a plain twin bed, the sheets a stiff cotton and the blanket a soft beige colour. Her mind feeling the baseball game on the radio was familiar, letting it go as she pushed to stand. Her legs wobble as she stumbles to touch a wall, her eyes seeing two windows covered with a thin curtain to block sunlight.
"Ms. Grant! You're awake. You need to lay back, you're very sick ma'am." A woman dressed as a nurse says, her light hair softly tucked into her hat.
"Where am I?" She grumbles out, her voice rough as she turns and goes to take a drink of water that was next to the bed on an end table. Her eyes finally noticing her medical dress, making her pause before looking back.
"The Dodgers take the lead, 8-4. Oh, Dodgers! Everyone is on their feet. What a game we have here today, folks. What a game indeed."
"Ms. Grant? Please, you need to calm and lay back down." The nurse says, watching her glance back to the small radio set on a dresser next to the nurse.
"Louise." She mumbles out her name, glancing back to the radio as the nurse stood more tense than before.
"Where am I?" Louise asks again, her body now moving swiftly as she took a step to the radio next to the nurse. She switches it off softly glancing to the woman with no emotion, connecting their eyes.
"A hospital in New York City." The nurse responds almost robotically, as Louise's mind already invaded her brain without much effort.
"The game, it's from May, nineteen forty one. I was there, I saw the winning hit." Louise speaks up looking at herself in a mirror. Staring at her brunette shoulder length hair, her smooth skin; her hands fumbly tear the side of the medical dress. Finding the scar from her energy gunshot wrapped in gauze, a soft red spot leaking through it.
"Open the door." Louise commands, and the nurse opens it showcasing the modern exterior of the room. The nurse moves to sit on the bed, being released from command as Louise leaves. Men ran towards her, their guns raised high as they were dressed in black and stopped many feet before her.
"Stop, ma'am." A man yells with his helmet on, Louise's influence spreading to each man as she spoke.
"Who do you work for?"
"S.H.I.E.L.D." The man says and their guns lower as Louise nods and passes them. She stops before one, checking his brown trousers and grey and white jacket.
"Give me your jacket and pants." She orders and the man, the other guards touring their back along with the now half naked one. She changed into the pants and the jacket, letting the men free and forgetful as she left. Leaving the building she was hidden in, freezing as she exited and heard car horns screech, bright signs hanging around her showcasing videos and vibrant pictures absurdly different from what she was used to.
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Ardent || MCU
Fanfiction"Are you ever gonna let me save you?" "I'm not your typical damsel, James." Louise was a woman with many skills, baking, dancing, knife throwing, undercover ops, etc. Well, she learned the last two while her best friends fought in the second World...
