For a homeless person... he's pretty cut!

Hello! Name’s Darcy Lewis, Masters in Political Science, working at Stark Tower. I make sure the residents are not killing each other. ((Hover over picture for links. I track the tag hesprettycut))

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Thor stuck close to Darcy as they walked without any particular purpose. Thor wasn’t paying attention to which direction they were going; he was only placing one foot in front of the other and going through the motions like it was the only thing he knew to do. He was feeling numb but not from the cold chill in the air for he hadn’t noticed the drop in temperature. He had noticed was the emptiness in his heart.

When Darcy stated that she would always support him, Thor took her hand in his and gave a gentle squeeze. He needed to hear those words from her. She had been one of dearest friends here on Midgard and the idea of her not being in his life chilled him more than any Winter’s day ever could, even one on Jotunheim.

He linked his arm with hers after that as they continued walking. They had come across a park that was not too crowded. Thor had stopped paying attention to the other people they shared the park space with. Now he was becoming wrapped up in several lifetimes’ worth of memories of his home. Could he really pinpoint just one?

“It doesn’t seem that long ago now, and yet it would be over one of your millenia ago it happened,” he explained, his voice quiet and unlike Thor’s usual level of energy. “But when I was a child, I spent a lot of time in the training grounds. I can remember whole summers spent there, or at least that’s how it seemed. From the crack of dawn to the arrival of dusk, I would be learning how to be a warrior. My dearest friend, Sif, would be by my side, and eventually she would be joined by Volstagg, Fandral and Hogun. Occasionally Loki would participate but he usually watched from the sidelines, along with my father and mother. It was hard work but whenever I think of those times, I remember sunlight, warmth, laughter.” He could not speak any more of it without fear of his emotions completely outrunning him.

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Darcy squeezed his hand back when he squeezed hers. She truly would support him in whatever way she could, too much had changed in their universe to not need friends. She wished the rest of the people on this planet could see how much he was hurting, instead of jumping to conclusions and thinking anyone different was out to get them.

Her eyes widened as she heard that a millenia did not seem that long ago for him, but she listened carefully as he shared his story. She could remember those others he mentioned, and wondered what they looked like as children, Thor as well. When he first came to this planet, he reminded her of a frat boy, that was the best way she could describe it. He seemed to have aged so much in the past few years since those days.

She smiled as he stopped talking. “Those sound like wonderful times, a lot of people look back at their childhood with fondness even when as a child we felt it was difficult.”

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Thor was glad Darcy didn’t pull her hand out of his. It was like she was anchoring him, holding him back from floating off into the abyss. He knew he still had friends and people he considered to be like his family here and Darcy was one of those beings. Darcy couldn’t remove all the pain and grief he was going through and Thor wouldn’t ask her to even try. But she was helping, in her own way and Thor wanted to feel blessed for that. Right now though, he felt anything but blessed.

Thor got up from his chair once Darcy had finished her drink. He could feel people’s eyes on them and not in a good way. These people no longer trusted him like they once did. Doubt and prejudice had infiltrated their minds and now Thor was no longer welcome. But if he didn’t stay here on Midgard, where else could he go?

“I am unsure of my actions recently,” Thor confessed to her as they began to walk along the sidewalk arm in arm. “I feel as if I am moving through mud. Nothing feels right any more.” He sighed out and his head hung low; not his usual demeanor at all. “I thank you for your time, Miss Darcy. I am most grateful for it. I apologise for my current mood. I doubt it will change soon. The loss of Asgard, it has-” Thor had to stop talking for a moment as he gathered his wits again. He was not going to fall apart here. “It has been hard on me.”

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It was cold out and she pulled her coat a bit around herself, she kept herself close to Thor, thankful for the body heat. She had not walking in any specific direction, just walking to walk, hopefully away from those that wished Thor was not here. Soon they had come to a park, luckily it was not very busy, likely due to the cold. 

Darcy listened to him carefully, she could feel tears in her eyes. She often wondered about how he was holding up, she blinked back the tears, she could not imagine losing her home. “Do not apologize for how you feel, you are one of my closest friends, and I will always be here for you.” She continued walking, the pace was normal for her, and she guessed it was slow for Thor, but she did not feel like walking fast or stopping.

She noted how he stopped speaking, she tried to think of ways to help with his grief. There was no guide for this, all she could think of was ways she would like to be comforted during the loss of a loved one. “I know this may be difficult to think about, sometimes at least with those native to Earth, people who are grieving talk about their lost loved one.” She took a deep breath, hopefully giving him a chance to think. “Tell me about your most favorite memory on Asgard.”

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A New Home (Open to those in Detroit)

Leaving New York had been difficult for Darcy, of course she knew she would be traveling there often, but leaving any home can be difficult. S.W.O.R.D head quarters had quickly become a safe place for those that were being targeted by H.O.P.E. There were aliens here that wanted to stay away from the general population.

Darcy was still becoming used to life in Detroit, she figured it would take awhile as it was different from where she had been from the last few years. Yet she had been enjoying the relative quiet, of course there were many people going about the compound, it was just a different kind of busy than she had become used to. She did not feel that she had to rush around, and when she did go back to New York and D.C. she felt everything was hectic.

She often found herself staring out of windows at the crater, it looked so different from how it did during the second battle. It was difficult to be close to the crater, the memories of the battle came more clearly. She had been consumed in her memories when she heard someone approach. Darcy turned around to greet who ever had disrupted her thoughts. 

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Thor took hold of Darcy’s hand and held on as tightly as he dared without hurting her. The simple act of them holding hands helped to ease the pain and heartbreak he was experiencing over the loss of his home realm. He had been trying to shut himself off from his friends; perhaps he should have been doing the opposite judging by how Darcy’s presence was able to shift his sorrow a little.

“It’s as safe as anywhere else at the moment,” he said in a hushed tone. The attention he was attracting from the others wasn’t going unnoticed. Thor was not in the mood for conflict about him having the right to be here or not. No one seemed to be brave enough to actually speak to him directly. Until they did, Thor settled for ignoring them.

“I do not require nourishment,” he stated. He summoned a weak smile for his dear friend, “but I am grateful for you asking.” He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as she asked him about his welfare. That wasn’t going to be an easy question to answer, despite the simplicity of the original query.

“I have not been faring well, Darcy,” he admitted as he blew out a shaky breath. He had not yet spoken about his loss and he was already thinking that a coffee shop such as this one was the appropriate place to speak of such things. He glanced around him before looking back at Darcy. “Perhaps we should take a walk, once you have finished your coffee of course. I fear this is not the safest of places for us to discuss sensitive information.”

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Darcy squeezed his hand back when he held on to it. She did not remove her hand, knowing just how important it was for humans to have touch. It seemed the way Thor was just about clinging to her hand it had to be important for people not of Earth as well.

She smiled back when he answered her second question. “Of course.” She sighed when he said he was not doing well, Darcy squeezed his hand again hoping to give him as much comfort as she could. She really could not know how much pain he must be going through but she wished to sympathize as much as she could. Thor was one of her closest friends, and she wanted to help him in whatever ways she could.

Darcy nodded, understanding what he meant. There was too much that happened that many did not understand, let alone there could be people just waiting to report their conversation. It made Darcy shiver at the thought that anything they did could be reported to people who may be seeking to harm them.

She finished off the last few sips of her coffee. Letting go of Thor’s hand she gathered her things and put a tip on the table before she stood up. She wrapped her arm around Thor’s as they headed out of the shop. “Why did you decide to go in there if you did not want food or something to drink?” The realization had struck her, there really was not many other reasons to go into a cafe besides those.

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Bio

Name: Darcy Lewis Age: 28 Allegiance: Civilian Current Occupation: Stark Employee Relationship Status: Single Bio: A political science student who ended up being assigned to astrophysicist Jane...

Updated Bio.

And now I’m going to cry because I didn’t realize that was the gif and now it’s a horrible gif to have but I can’t help but keep it.

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In Between (Open)

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Thor was close to being a his wits end. No matter what he tried or how hard he had tried it, he could not find any remnant or trace of Asgard. For all he knew, he was the last living Asgardian in the whole of existence and that scared him more than he liked to admit. Heimdall wasn’t answering and the Bifrost bridge was gone. Every search Thor made since the end of the Blood Star battle had led him nowhere. He was a god without a home.

Thor wasn’t one to languish in the depths of depression. Despite his grief and anger, he forced himself to keep moving. In this instance, he kept himself moving to a quiet coffee shop close to the Avengers Tower, if only to get him out of his quarters for a short while. He had covered his rooms in an abundance of star maps and charts, most of which had been a part of Dr. Jane Foster’s research. He couldn’t stare at them any longer.

So with a hooded sweatshirt with the hood pulled up, he entered the coffee shop and ordered himself a drink. He could hear whispers of people recognising him and he frowned at the murmurings that distinctly sounded as if he wasn’t welcome here, not only in the coffee shop but in New York or on Midgard. Before this soured his mood even further, he saw a familiar face that managed to warm the tattered remains of his broken heart.

“I approached because I thought it would be nice to talk to a good friend,” he said to Darcy as he took a seat opposite her. “Tis good to see, Darcy. You have no idea how good it is to see you again.”

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Darcy felt bad at having been so abrupt when addressing the person she assumed had been there to try and convince her aliens were bad. It had taken almost all of her will power to stay seated and not wrap her arms around the man. She had hoped he had survived, but she had not heard from him.

She reached for his hand from across the table, trying to ignore the stares they were getting. Even as inconspicuous as Thor tried to be, he seemed to attract attention. “Is it safe for you to be out here?” She worried for him, if the reactions she received from people were any indication, she did not want to think about how bad it was for him.

“Do you need anything to eat or to drink?” She worried that they may not serve him, they would at least serve her, even if some did not like it. Darcy wondered how it was in other parts of the country, New York was more liberal than a lot of places other places may do much worse to those not from this world and those that supported them.

She left one of her hands on the table and picked up her coffee with the other, taking a few sips. “How have you been?” Darcy could not imagine the pain he had to be going through with the loss of contact with Asgard, having no idea if it survived. It was clear even to the naked eye that stars had been lost, Darcy shuddered at the thoughts of the people that had been lost when those stars went out.

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It had been awhile since the fight in Detroit, and Darcy was still dealing with that fact. She still had nightmares, all the people who had given themselves to save the world, and so many that she had not been able to save.

Once everything had calmed down they found out there was no longer any communications which they had previously had contact with. She hoped that they were still out there, especially Asgard.

She had been asked not too long afterward if she would join S.W.O.R.D. being an assistant to Brand and a liaison between S.W.O.R.D. and the White House. She accepted the position, it had been keeping her busy, she was flying between Detroit, D.C., and New York often, spending most of her time with Brand.

Today was one of her off days, and she was spending it in New York. Everything was hostile now, she was one of the first to meet an Alien, and she got sneers and dirty looks, not to mention what had been said about her on the crazy websites of those who believed HOPE.

Darcy sat in a coffee shop, stirring her coffee and reading a newspaper, it was a quiet place. Well it had been quiet until she saw someone approach her table. She laid the newspaper down and peered up at the person in front of her, she had raised an eyebrow before she spoke. “Is there a reason you approached my table?” She did not want to be rude, but she had become used to people walking up to her, and telling her she needed to stop supporting aliens.

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Maps & Legends || Clint Barton & Oliver Queen

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Oliver glanced over at Darcy, his eyes warming slightly, just for a moment. He was never particularly close with any of his crew, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t care about them. Until they betrayed either their fellow crewmembers or him, they were the only family Queen had, and he took that seriously. Let anyone lay a hand on them while he was near, and he might just take that hand and toss it to the pigs. 

He ignored the food, although he appreciated the gesture, and he turned his attention back to Barton. “I want to hear about what happened to you, to your ship,” he said, “and I want to buy your map. If it’s cursed – I want to know.” His eyes were diamond-hard, expression having gone back to grim, now that he had adjusted to Darcy being here. The sale of a map might be a casual enough thing, but if it really was cursed? That was something else. There were always stories of curses, of witches, of dark magic worked to protect the darkest metal of all - gold - and none of those stories were ever true. There were stories about ghostly ships with demon crews - lies. There were stories about men who gave up their humanity, sacrificing everything for one simple purpose, who devoted their existence to both living and breaking their own curses…

And maybe one of those stories was true. Maybe Queen had a reason to be intrigued by dark magic. 

Maybe not. Maybe it was just the lure of the gold. Either way, his attention now belonged to Mr. Barton.

Clint allowed the first hint of a true smile since his ship had gone down as the young girl put the food down on the table. After the briefest moment of consideration, he pulled one of the plates close and dug into the meal. He hadn’t eaten anything yet that day, and hadn’t really had much of a proper meal in almost a week (alcohol had seemed far more important). He tore off a large chunk of bread and shoved it into his mouth with some meat he figured must be turkey or some other such bird.

He allowed himself a few more bites before even acknowledging that the gentleman had spoken. “My ship an’ my crew went down in a storm.” he said through a mouthful of food. “Swallowed up by the sea. Storm came out of nowhere. Lightning flashed above us an’ the main sail caught fire. Wind and water swirlin’ ‘round us, like the sea knew where we was headed, and weren’t keen on letting us get there alive.” He looked darkly at Oliver as he paused to take another drink of rum.

“Don’t know how I got outta there with my life – none o’ the others did. Maybe the map didn’t want to be lost. Maybe it saved my life so that some other poor bastard could sacrifice his crew to the depths… Maybe I just got lucky, and that thing in my pocket ain’t nothin’ more’n a scrap of paper.” If his colleague’s eyes were hard as diamonds, Clint’s eyes had become cold as ice with a grim expression that nearly mirrored the man across from him. Of course Clint wanted to get rid of the ruddy thing, but he wouldn’t do so without a fair warning to the buyer. “Is it cursed? Well, no one can say for sure, now can they? All I can tell ye is that bad things happen to those who come by this map– aye, we wasn’t the first crew tempted by the gold. Maybe it’s all just superstition, but ye can’t deny every crew that’s gone after it has ended up dead before they can reach their treasure.” He grinned solemnly, and sat back in his chair. “More’n likely t’be the death of me one day, don’tcha think?”

He ripped another piece of bread between his teeth and washed it down with another swig of rum before he continued talking. “You still interested? Or did my ghost stories put the fear o’death in ye?”

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She leaned back in her seat when Clint began speaking, although she had not want to hear what had happened to him, she thought it was disrespectful to not give him her full attention. She had no idea what it would feel like to lose everyone on board, and have her be in the only one left, she could only give him sympathy. Darcy had signaled a waitress, who brought her over a drink, she sipped on it and looked at Oliver.

Darcy wondered what he would do, either choice would be alright with the crew. On one hand they were always up for adventure, who would not be? This was probably one of the most exciting things that had come across the crew, legends of the treasure abounded, and just like any other pirate the crew believed they could make their way through any danger. Yet of course there was a part of each of them that had to be scared, although none of them would ever admit it. Every ship that tried to find the treasure with the map had failed, that was hard to ignore.

Oliver would do what was best for the crew, he always had, Darcy at least had complete faith in him. She would face the challenge head on if that was the case, she may show fear but she would be brave and fight whatever came.

She hoped for the poor man that held the map, she worried that another crew would attack him for it. Darcy was glad she was with a crew that did not attack for the map right away, at least giving the man a chance. It was also possible that what had happened to the man may send him even further into despair, there was not much they could do about that.

“What ya thinkin’ captain?”

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Maps & Legends || Clint Barton & Oliver Queen

Captain Queen of the Death Arrow wasn’t known for kindness or patience. Granted, not many pirates were, but some were more fun than others. Some could be good company; some, a person could work with. Oliver Queen was not one of them. His reputation was simple: murder. He could be trusted, if he gave his word, but if he lost his patience, if he was tested, or if someone was fool enough to cross him? Oliver killed them. His eyes had been hardened long ago, likely by whatever story had scarred his body, and his heart had seemingly turned to stone right along with them. That was why nobody bothered him when he wandered alone through Tortuga’s streets, despite the fact that the port had gotten progressively worse since Disney released a major motion picture, putting it on ye olde charts. 

The bars never closed here, morning, noon, not even on Sundays, and so despite the sun being high, the streets still reeked of the drunken men and women laughing and drinking and fucking and killing. They had their haven, which was more than most people in the world could say. It might not be a beautiful freedom, but it was freedom that even Oliver could appreciate seeing. 

It didn’t take long to find the bar Clint Barton was rumored to be in. When Oliver walked in, the place was a little danker and quieter than others, but he still spotted the muscular form slumped over at a corner table. Candles guttered, yet to be changed out from last night, and more sunlight came in through the gaps in the poorly constructed walls than they’d offer, anyway.

Oliver walked up to the table.

“Heard your ship had some bad luck,” he said to Clint, hand on the back of a chair. “Got some stories to tell, friend?” Oliver pulled out the chair and sat, watching Clint with his usual wariness, trying to tone down the hostility. Supposedly, this poor bastard wanted to unload a treasure map at a good price as quickly as possible, but just outright saying sell me your damned map was a bit rude. A drink or two first would see things in a better light – and if the bastard had lost his entire ship, his crew, his world? 

He deserved to have every goddamn pirate on this godforsaken island buy him a drink. That was a misery Oliver knew could drown a man faster than any alcohol, so one might as well enjoy the long way down.

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If things looked bad for Clint Barton, he could promise they felt worse. He had been first mate for the Hawk’s Eyes for near on five years, and a member of the crew at least another five before that. The crew, the captain, everyone aboard that ship felt like family, and now they were all gone. How he had managed to survive that storm he’d never know: He’d call it luck, but he didn’t exactly feel lucky to have lived.

He had floated ashore on a bit of wood from the wrecked ship, bearing nothing but the clothes on his back and the map in his pocket. More dumb luck had hidden him from the soldiers of Nassau before he awoke beneath a dock to the sounds of happy shouting and boots clamoring against the wood panels over his head. He managed to sneak into town and steal enough money to barter his way onto a ship headed for Tortuga. Had circumstances been different, he may have been happy to sell that map to the highest bidder and fall into early retirement but now? Now things were different. Now all he wanted was to get rid of it for good and drink to forget his past sorrows.

Well, he had the drinking bit down anyway. He put the word out regarding what he was trying to get rid of and hadn’t had any real offers yet, which only concerned him a little. Gave him plenty of time to drink while he waited.

He was holed up in a little bar in Tortuga now, and had adopted a dark corner table as his own. He paid little attention to the music that was played, and ignored any offer from a woman to keep him company (for now, anyway). He simply sat and drank day in and day out, and waited for something to happen… And then something finally did.

Clint glanced away from his near empty bottle of rum at the sound of another man’s voice. He looked blearily up at the figure hovering over him. “Aye, y’could say tha’.” he said hoarsely. It had been quite some time since he’d said more than two words to someone. Something about the look of the man told Clint he wasn’t much interested in hearing his story, but if there was also a chance he could pawn off that filthy map on the man then he didn’t much care. He gestured to the chair across from him. “Sit yourself down if ya like. Might as well pull up a chair for y’friend as well.” He added, nodding to the woman just behind the stranger.

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Darcy had been asked if she would like to go meet the man selling the most dangerous map in the world. How could she have refused that offer? Well she could not, and it may make it easier for the captain to get the map having a nice face to look at, and she could be a bit easier to handle than the captain. 

The story of what happened to he man she had her a million and one times it seemed. there was a part of her that did not understand why they were getting something that was cursed. Most of her was all for the adventure it would bring.

She did not follow Oliver when they got in the tavern, deciding to get some food first before sitting down. She watched as a coupe left, drunk off their asses, leaving mostly uneaten food on the table. She grinned as she grabbed a couple of the items, and headed toward the table Oliver sat down at. She pulled a chair over and placed her food on the table.

“Help yerselves.” She said before digging into a plate of fried potatoes.

The man had such a sadness in his eyes that she could not look at him. Although she carried weapons with her, she rarely had to use them, others seemed to do more of the killing, and she was perfectly okay with that arrangement. “Nice to meet ya, I’m Darcy. Sorry to be intruding on ye.” Darcy said, before going back to her food.

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Yar Har A Pirate is Me! || Pirate AU Open

To say Darcy was quite was a complete lie, it was often joked that she should be gagged so she would be quiet for awhile. She had learned to be more quiet but she was always talkative, sarcastic, and the singing could get annoying.

Something exciting had happened and the port they had pulled into had something they wanted. A treasure map, to one of the biggest treasures known, although everyone knew how it was cursed. She bit her lip to keep from mentioning this as they went got to the town where they would be staying.

Darcy hummed as she got dressed up to go out and have some fun. She looked at herself in the dirty mirror as she hid a dagger and pistol in her clothing. She practically skipped as she made her way into town, it had been awhile since she had had any fun.

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The Blood Star - Medical Team

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Alexis chuckled as Pietro dashed off in search of people needing help. At a much slower pace compared to Quicksilver, Alexis headed back out into the field, her medical supply kit on her back. As she jogged along, her mind wandered to what had happened her following the explosion.

She knew she had nearly died. She knew she had been in great amount of pain. She knew that she shouldn’t be able to walk around now with no visible injuries. What happened didn’t make a whole lot of sense but then again, nothing was making sense any more. Jack, the man she wanted to spend the rest of her days with, could now cover himself in flames and not get burned. Right at this moment, Jack and a whole bunch of other heroes were in another part of the galaxy and fighting the evil aliens at their source and one of those other heroes was a walking, talking plant. Nothing made sense any more, so why should she be any different?

She was pulled out of her thoughts when she noticed a bright, golden light emanating from the Void. The light was getting more intense with every passing second and the Foesitian enemy were not happy about it. Did this mean that Earth was finally winning? Alexis decided it was too early to call that and there were still people in need of medical attention. Concentrate on the patients and let the fighters get their shit done.

Still, as she found a fallen soldier and helped her, Alexis’s thoughts strayed back to Jack. She had a strong, nagging feeling that Jack was part of the reason for the golden light now streaming out of the Void. Fear that she was never going to see him again gripped her heart and she struggled to breathe properly. She finished bandaging the soldier and sent her on her way. Alexis turned to face the Void and despite not being religious, she prayed. 

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Despite his speed, Pietro found reaching the person he’d spotted seemed to take forever. He kept mentally reminding himself over and over that ‘it’s not really him, he’s not here’, which seemed to help as he tried his best to ignore the Magnetos that misjudged his speed and failed at their attempts to grab him, Pietro shoving one into the gunfire of some soldiers while muttering “I don’t have time for you.” If he’d stopped to pay attention, there was no way he’d have been able to do such a thing, but while he was focused on reaching the man who needed his help; Pietro barely realised what he was doing. He skidded to a stop a short distance away from the injured man, not wanting to cover him in dirt or accidentally fall over him. It was unlikely, but Pietro decided it was better to be safe.

Once he was stationary, the speedster realised the man’s injury was worse than he’d realised – a wound in his abdomen that needed some serious medical attention that Pietro wasn’t sure he was able to give.

“Uh… okay. You’ll be okay,” Pietro said as he moved to crouch by the man, digging through his medical bag to find supplies to clean up the wound with. “We can fix this…” he hoped.

Leaning forward to put pressure on the man’s wound, Pietro looked around, hoping to see if he could spot Alexis nearby and let out a sigh when he realised he couldn’t see much at all from his spot on the ground.

“I need some help over here!” he called out anyway, on the off chance that she actually was nearby; or at least someone else taking part in the battle who happened to have better medical knowledge than he did…which was almost anyone.

Thankfully however, the area around Pietro was empty and Foesitian free – at least he thought it was. He didn’t hear the one that was approaching him from behind.

“Pietro!”

It was a call for help, one in a very familiar voice to the speedster, one he thought he’d never hear again, causing Pietro to freeze.

“It can’t be…” he whispered to himself. He was scared to look, but after a moment of hesitation, he did so anyway. Of course, the woman was just as he remembered her, as he’d last seen her a few months before Detroit was destroyed; from her wavy hair and shy smile, down to the same pair of shoes. “It’s not really you.”

“Don’t be silly; of course it’s me.”

Pietro shook his head, unknowingly stopping putting pressure on his patient’s wound. “Can’t be. You- you were here. You lived here, in the city when…” He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. She was the whole reason he’d came back when he had heard what had happened to the city, why he’d tried to keep himself busy while avoiding his sister at the same time and the whole reason he’d been reluctant to take part in the battle, knowing the Foesitians would do what they were at that moment.

“You’re not here! Y-you’re dead!” He shouted, tears in his eyes as he stood to face the woman. “Go away!”

“No,” she hissed as she changed, revealing the black form of a Foesitian before charging at Pietro.

He stood ready to defend himself and fight as the being charged, only to look confused as the area around them suddenly lit up gold and his opponent froze, suddenly less eager to fight the speedster. It changed its mind and took a step back, looking down at something behind Pietro before turning and leaving him there.

“Wait…what?” He wasn’t sure what exactly was going on, but suddenly Pietro had a feeling he’d forgotten something. “Oh shit.”

He quickly turned and crouched back down beside the wounded man he’d been helping, whimpering in an almost childlike way as he struggled to find signs of life while checking for the man’s pulse, or for any breathing.

“No, no, no…” he muttered as he leaned close, hoping he could hear something he couldn’t feel. He couldn’t lose the patient; he couldn’t fail the man. Like he’d failed her“I-I’m so sorry,” he sobbed, putting his head in his hands. 

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Hank had not surveyed the fighting for some time now, having been otherwise occupied. However, the bright flash from the Blood Star got his attention. At the center of the crater, he could see tiny figures that were no doubt other heroes. Kitty and Hisako could be picked out of the chaos, with their distinctive black and yellow outfits, but anyone else who was on their combat team was unrecognizable at this distance. Shafts of golden light pierced through the veil of shadow that now covered the gateway. The mix of crimson, gold and black looked oddly beautiful. His wandering eyes tore themselves away from the portal to scan the rest of the battlefield. The doctor’s gaze fell onto the form of Quicksilver, crouching by a body. Even from where he stood, Henry could tell that the other man was distressed. “Darcy, could you handle matters here, please?” he inquired, turning to his friend. “I must render assistance to Pietro.” With a leap, Beast jumped into the fray. With most Foesitians devoting their attention to the Blood Star, he met very little resistance of his way to the speedster. Kicking and flipping off of a faux Mystique that was lagging behind the rest of the alien shifters, the azure acrobat landed gracefully on the ground. “Come along, post haste, man!” the physician urged Pietro. “We may yet be able to preserve this soldier’s life.” Scooping up the motionless person in his arms, Hank ran back to the medical tent as fast as he could without jostling the patient. Setting the injured man down on a cot, the bestial blue apeman tore open his uniform, not even bothering to put on gloves. “Darcy! Pietro!” he roared, losing his composure. “Someone apply pressure to this wound!” The founding X-Man grabbed a defibrillator and charged them up. “Clear!” Hank bellowed, pressing the paddles to the soldier’s chest. After several more attempts, he put them down with a heavy sigh. He took the silver-haired man by the hands and looked intently at his teammate’s face. It was obvious how the death had affected him. “This was not your fault, Pietro. Regrettably, we are incapable of saving every individual. We may be mutants and heroes, but we must remember that we are also but men and that performing miracles is the realm of gods,” Dr. McCoy stated. “The blood on our hands may serve as a reminder to improve ourselves and to inspire our acts of heroism, but we never allow it to drag us down into the proverbial darkness.” He embraced Quicksilver, cradling the former villain’s head in one huge hand. It felt odd for Hank to hug the man that he had called his enemy in his youth, but it also felt right. This had been the thing to do in the moment. Although their patient was gone, there was another person that he could help.

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It seemed to get eerily quiet, here had been constant noise since he battle started and not hearing anything was very strange. Darcy turned and faced the battle field which she had not done since her walk away from the medical area. From what she could see the battle had stopped, the creatures were no longer fighting.

She turned o nod at Hank, but by he time she did he was already back in the fray. She sighed, less worried than when he had done so before, the creatures weren’t fighting a perfect time to gather the wounded.

Darcy was in the middle of putting a band-aid on a patient when the doctor came rushing back into the tent. She placed the bandage quickly and walked to the new patient.

It was simple enough to place pressure on the wound and she she did so, the blood around it made it easy enough to see. Stepping away slightly when he used the defibrillator. She closed her eyes with Hank’s announcement, making a quick cross, something that came back to her when she was under stress. She placed her fingers over the man’s eyelids and closed them, the best thing she could do for the patient that had passed.

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Alexis couldn’t tell if her words and hug had helped Darcy but they certainly didn’t seem to have hurt either. Alexis gave the other woman a small, lopsided smile before turning away to try and catch up with Pietro.

Alexis was touched by his concern over her injuries and he was making a good point. The burns on her skin had healed but what about internal injuries. Out of sight being out of mind was not necessary a good thing in this kind of situation. Alexis paused and looked down at herself, as if she had some way of seeing inside with special x-ray vision. Alas, x-ray vision didn’t come as part of the package of random powers she had suddenly developed.

“I’m fine,” she finally said with a high level of confidence. “And even if I’m not, I’d rather be out there helping patients than lying on a cot back there and feeling sorry for myself.” There was a lot of truth in saying that medical professionals made the worst patients. Even if there was something seriously wrong with Alexis, she wasn’t going to let it stop her now.

“Yeah, you spot people and I’ll try my best to catch up with you, Mr. Speedy Gonzales!” She managed to give Quicksilver a full grin. She dug into her medic bag and got out a power bar. She threw it to her team mate. “Have this in case you run out of energy.” She jogged past him, knowing full well he was going to overtake in a matter of milliseconds, and headed back into the fray of the battle.

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The speedster flashed a grin at Hank before he headed out, walking for the time being. He glanced over his shoulder as Alexis caught up, shrugging his shoulders at her response to his earlier concern. Unless they wasted precious time giving her a full medical examination instead of returning to the field, there was no way to be sure that she really was okay, unless of course she suddenly doubled over in pain or passed out. Pietro hoped that wasn’t something he’d have to deal with. If they were lucky, Alexis really was fine now, or – if she wasn’t – then it would heal quickly, just as her external injuries had.

“If there’s a major need for you somewhere I could always come back and carry your slow ass there,” Pietro teased, catching the power bar she tossed him without even really thinking about it. “Me? Run out of energy? You sure you won’t need it?” he asked as Alexis jogged past him, already busy scanning the field ahead of them for signs of anyone needing their help.

Despite the questions, he shoved the energy bar into his own, slightly smaller medical bag to save himself losing it if he suddenly had to dash off somewhere.

Moving to a slightly elevated patch of land, Pietro looked out at the battle with a worried expression, not having to wait very long before he spotted someone in need of help. He sighed and was suddenly gone, weaving his way through the battle.

He dodged around a group of incredibly slow moving soldiers (at least that’s how they seemed to him), ducked under pieces of flying debris, sped by a couple of powered people and quickly moved a brave civilian volunteer, saving them from being hurt and needing medical attention themselves. He had to pause briefly to put them down, trying not to roll his eyes at the stream of ‘thank you’s that followed before he dashed off again to reach the person he’d originally spotted.

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The physician wandered through the camp, checking on all of the patients. Kneeling down next to an wounded volunteer, he comforted them. “Thank you for your contribution,” Hank said quietly. “Your service is invaluable.” It reminded him of his time here after the initial destruction of Detroit. To think that had happened so many months ago. At the time, he had only just met Dahlia Hsiao, the woman who would change his life so drastically. She meant a great deal to him and now she was gone, replaced by someone who looked just like her yet was completely different. Beast held back tears. There was no time for grief, he had to keep reminding himself. Plenty of time to collapse into a puddle of blue fur after they had saved the universe. Drawing in a breath, the mutant leader centered himself. Hank shot Ms. Lewis a smile. “You are most welcome,” he replied. “Nothing serious has occurred since the explosion, no. It is business as per usual.” Humor managed to touch his voice. Getting back to work, he began to hum a jaunty tune. It appeared to set the whole medical camp more at ease. “What is that?” the soldier whose leg Darcy had splinted asked groggily. “Sounds kind of familiar.” McCoy paused in he stride to turn to the woman. “Buddy Holly,” answered the tall doctor with another small smile. “I am pleased to see that you remain in the realm of the living, er— Sergeant Martinez,” Henry said, taking note of her name tag and the chevrons denoting rank. “You sustained injuries on the field of battle,” the super scientist explained. “Were it not for my compatriot Quicksilver ferrying you here so expediently, there is no telling how events would have unfolded.” Hank motioned over to where Darcy was standing. “And my assistant Ms. Lewis here attended to aforementioned injuries. You have them both to thank.” Martinez slowly rotated her head to look at the young woman. “Thank you,” she said. Hopefully once the fighting had ceased she would also hear about how her troops had bravely held off the Foesitians so that their sergeant, their friend, could be evacuated. hesprettycut

It was easy enough for her to get back to work, although she did have to take frequent breaks as she began to become exhausted. Little fixes were easy to do, and that was what seemed to becoming in. Darcy was getting a little less talkative, she did not ant to know what was happening in the battle anymore. The explosion that had almost killed Alexis, brought the battle itself to the forefront of her mind.

She smiled as the Sergeant thanked her. “It was my pleasure.” She grabbed a water and an energy bar for the woman, figuring she probably needed it. They did have enough refreshments to last for awhile, although she hoped that the battle would end soon.

After that though, dealing with the horrors inflicted on the people who were in battle, with the world that was one of the last safe havens in the universe. To repair the damage done, that may take years for things to regain even a sense of normalcy. The battle was important, of course it was, the brave people who were fighting to save the universe. 

Yet to Darcy it seemed people did not expect to survive the battle, and to rebuild afterwards. Destroying always took less time than building, and that would certainly be the case here. Darcy pulled herself from her thoughts, and got back to work.

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“Huh. Strange.” Pietro shrugged his shoulders. He was of course surprised by their teammate’s sudden recovery, but after his brief experience in the field and the explosion, he wasn’t really functioning properly in the emotion department. He wasn’t really physically tired at all yet thanks to his naturally heightened stamina levels, but Pietro assumed by now there would be some who were reaching the point of exhaustion, especially out in the field. That was going to cause problems.  

He nodded at Darcy’s response and watched as she turned to go for a walk. His first thought was that she wasn’t coping and if it was true, it wouldn’t be all that surprising. The situation was a tough one.

He was tempted to just rush out into the battle to go searching, to see if his sister was okay, but Pietro knew that would likely just get himself and probably others hurt. He would have to be patient…for once.

“Wait – what?” It took him a moment to realise Alexis had spoken and he quickly turned to look, shaking his head at her. “Areyousureyou’reevenokaytodothat? What if you had other injuries besides the burns and – and they aren’t healed yet?” he asked, genuinely concerned.

Of course he was going to go out there with her, especially after what had just happened and nodded in response to the question.

“Yeah. Sure. You’re going to beat me? I’d love to see that,” Pietro said, laughing a little afterwards. “How ‘bout instead of ‘racing off’, I just go ahead and spot people for you? That work?”

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Alexis was visibly shaken by this new revelation. She walked off to get dressed and the physician busied himself attending to patients. He wished there was more he could do to comfort her, but honestly he did not know her well enough to know what to say. All he could offer was a soft smile for Alexis as she touched his arm. Hank furrowed his brow quizzically. First Jack Romulus had developed powers out of nowhere and now this woman. Could the two occurrences be interconnected? the blue apeman wondered. Romulus did know her after all. However, there was no time to think about it right then. He noticed that Ms. Lewis had gone off to find some time alone. It was understandable given all that was going on. The mutant scientist nodded at Pietro’s suggestion, despite it not being directed at him. “A splendid plan, Quicksilver,” Beast said. “A battle still rages and there are many more tasks yet to be executed.” Hank clapped a large hand on the runner’s shoulder and wished him the best of luck. When Darcy eventually returned to the tent, McCoy sauntered over to her. At least he knew the young woman better than he did the medic. “You are performing most excellently, Darcy,” he said to her in a gentle tone. “I am immensely proud of you.” This was a very unfamiliar situation for his teammate, but she had been awfully well-adjusted up until this point. hesprettycut

Darcy smiled at the other woman who who had walkedup to her. “Thank you.” She was a bit surprised when Alexis pulled her into a hug, as they really did not know each other. Yet Darcy had really need the encouragement that she had receive, and she she had needed the hug. She wrapped her arms around Alexis and hugged her tightly. “Thank you so very much.”

She stood just looking at the reddened ground, trying to collect her thoughts. It took her a few more minutes but soon she was ready to get back into the action, well at least into patching people up. She tried to keep her eyes averted from the action, but it was difficult, she wanted to see how their side was holding up. She did feel a bit bad that she walked away from her duties, but she could not handle in that moment that tragedies around her.

She could not help hugging the large blue doctor, the assurance from someone she knew was immensely helpful. “Thank you Dr. McCoy” She stepped back from him, wiping the sweat off her hands. “How are the patients doing?” She hoped there had not been to many more cassualties while she had been away.

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Alexis wasn’t aware of being picked up or being carried back to the medics’ base. In fact she was aware of very little. All she knew was the ringing in her ears from the explosion. Was this dying? Was she dying? Wasn’t she supposed to see her whole life flash before her eyes or something before a tall skeleton dressed in a black robe holding a scythe turns up to take her away to whatever the afterlife held for her?

None of that was happening. It was all blackness. No light to head towards, no pearly gates to walk through. To be honest, it was underwhelming. Is this all there is?

As Hank began working on the burns on her back, Alexis felt something. Pain. Excoriating pain. It felt like lightning exploding just underneath the surface of her skin. She wanted to scream out but she couldn’t find her voice. Her body remained still as a stone despite her having the urge to wriggle and writhe to somehow dispel this dreadful sensation. She was trapped inside of her body as her injuries tortured her. Suddenly Alexis found herself wishing for Death to take her away if this was what it was going to be like to live on.

“You’re not ready for that yet.”

A voice in darkness echoed around her. It was a familiar voice but she couldn’t explain why.

“You still have so much to do, Alexis. Today is not your end. Today is your beginning.”

Alexis felt herself being pulled down at a rapid rate, as if gravity had been set much higher than it ever could be. There was no use fighting against it, it was happening. Alexis tried to figure out what was happening but couldn’t focus enough. Everything was a painful blur that hurt every part of her being, physical, mental, and everything else in between.

Alexis didn’t know this but something was changing inside of her, a latent power she didn’t know she had was awaking. Hank would be able to see the effects of it happening before his eyes. The burns he was treating were suddenly healing themselves at an extraordinary rate, perhaps calling to mind a certain healing factor possessed by the one known as Wolverine. 

Alexis’s eyes flew open and she let out a loud gasp. Pain prickled at her skin as the last of the severe burns on her skin healed themselves. She pulled herself up and looked around, her eyes wide and wild. She saw Darcy attending to a woman with a broken leg. She saw Hank stood beside her. She saw more patients surrounding them.

“What happened? Why am I on a table? Why aren’t I out in the field?”

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Pietro was relieved that those he’d shielded were okay and managed a small smile despite the situation; though it quickly disappeared when Hank asked about their missing medic. He brushed a bit of hair away from his face as the furry mutant approached him before nodding at his words and was about to take off to start searching, but stopped to watch as Hank ran off instead.

“Hey, wai…” he started before sighing, Hank already busy fighting. Assuming he could handle it alone, the speedster shrugged and started cleaning up some of the mess.

He dashed around the site, picking up beds and supplies that were still usable, only to pause when he heard Hank call out again. It was good to hear their other medic was alive, even if some of the others they’d been working with were not. Losing some was better than losing all of them, wasn’t it? When Hank gave him the order to gather the other patients, he simply nodded and hurried off to do as he was told.

Pietro moved quickly, but carefully as he brought the remaining patients back to the cleanest area, saving the beds for those with more serious injuries, any others would have to make do with any blankets they had. Those who had not survived, he moved to another area, lying them side by side, rather than disrespectfully tossing them in a pile. Once he was done, Pietro sighed and slowly headed back over to join the others.

“What’s going on…?” he asked, surprised to see Alexis already awake and sitting up…and healed apparently. “Have one of you been hiding a magic potion or something?” he questioned both Hank and Darcy.

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Henry began to tend to the burns as he normally would. First we poured water from his canteen over the wounds, hoping to relieve some of the pain. Then he patted it dry with some gauze and gently applied an antibiotic ointment. These injuries seemed treatable and he would be damned if they lost such a fine medic that day. In his peripheries, he could see Darcy and Pietro working. Ms. Lewis did a fine job splinting the soldier’s broken leg. It brought a smile to his lips. He expected nothing less from her. And Quicksilver did well, following his orders. The other man zoomed around retrieving the remaining patients and reconstructing the camp site as best he could. After a moment, the doctor also realized that his teammate had collected the bodies of the fallen and laid them neatly in rows. They would be given proper burials once this was over. As Hank was about to lay on the initial layer of gauze, something incredible happened. The scorched skin started to mend itself before his eyes, causing him to take a step backward in surprise. It was something he had only seen on the likes of Logan or Deadpool. “Oh my stars and garters!” he exclaimed rather loudly. “To answer your inquiry in short, you managed to survive an explosion and have presently fully rejuvenated yourself.” Beast had a quizzical expression on his face, one thick eyebrow raised. “I- I have only the faintest notion as to what exactly I just witnessed,” the blue mutant said, turning to Pietro. “But I can assure you, my tinctures had nothing to do with her recovery. Ms. Michaels, are you perchance a mutant or even conceivably an Inhuman?” he asked the bewildered woman. hesprettycut

Darcy walked over to the rest of her team. She was surprised as the rest of them to see how her body had seemed to heal, it looked bad for the few seconds she had been able to look. She smiled a bit as Pietro asked if they had a magic potion. “I sure wish we did.” It was hard to watch the patients in pain, some wanting to go back in the battle but they could not because their injuries were to extensive. Then there were the people that they had been unable to save, she could not think about those, that would come later if they survived this battle.

Alexis had healed, from possibly the brink of death, her skin now perfectly free of burns, she could see the pink of new skin through the holes in her clothes and on the uncovered skin. Darcy had never seen anything like this before, yet it seemed that Henry had. To her it was completely amazing that any human could heal so quickly, it made sense that genes may try to enhance what was a quick process in humans already.

Darcy was tired, she was unsure how long they had been working and her body, mind, and soul all felt drained. She felt she needed to get out of the area, just for a little while, away from the patients who were still healing and those that had already passed. “I am going to go take a short walk.”

She did not go far, she was too nervous to stray away, but she needed a few minutes a few minutes to herself. She faced away from the battle, looking at the new growth around the area. Darcy knew that she could not be the only one tired, and she wondered if the Foestetiens ever got tired, it made her worry about those that would get tired out in the field, it would mean more causalities. 

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So much was going on at once, Alexis barely knew which way was up any more. This battle was brutal and the Foesitians clearly intended to destroy everything in their path during their extremely hostile take over. Earth’s army fought with all its might against the invading force but it was too early to tell if Earth was winning. All Alexis knew for sure was that there were a lot of injured soldiers out in the field.

She went as quickly as she could but she often found herself wishing she had a similar ability to Pietro so she could whizz around the scene and get to more patients. Still she worked diligently, seeing more blood and gore than she had ever wished to see in her entire life. She was aware of the Foesitian’s fear inducing influence on the edges of her consciousness but for the time being, she was able to ignore it, focusing on her patients instead.

Perhaps she was a little too focused on her patients and not on what was happening around her. She had crouched beside an agent who had sustained a nasty looking injury in his side and was holding gauze over the wound when she heard his voice.

“Jack?”

Alexis looked up from her patient and looked around her wildly for her love. He was supposed to be in space, taking the fight directly to the Foesitian source. He was not supposed to be here on Earth, involved in this fire-fight.

She shook her head and went back to her patient. The bleeding was slowing, thankfully. She changed over the gauze and muttered genuine reassurances to him, even joking that he was going to live another day. But then she heard him again, and he was crying out in pain.

She finished wrapping the agent with more clean gauze and bandages, telling herself that Jack was not here. What she was hearing was not real. The agent in front of her was real and he needed her help. The version of Jack haunting her now was a figment of her imagination, or a figment of imagination of the Foesitians’ making. Either way, this Jack, the one crying her name out while in agony, was not her Jack.

“You’re good to go. Hold back from the front line. If you want to keep going, help out the medic team set up on the perimeter.” Alexis stowed her supplies back in her bag, ready to leave the fallen agent to make up his mind over what to do next and stood up, already looking for her next patient.

She gasped out loud when she was faced with a man engulfed in flames. It was Jack underneath all of that fire, she knew that. It was a struggle to remind herself that Jack wasn’t here, burning in front of her eyes. “You’re not real,” she barked at the flames.

“Alexis, help me.”

Alexis choked back a sob as she turned away from the fake Jack, intent on finding someone who truly needed her help.

“Alexis, please. Your Farm Boy needs you.”

Another sob wrenched itself out of Alexis’s throat and she had to clamp her hand over her mouth to stop any more sobs from escaping. She trudged on, increasing the distance between her and ‘Jack’.

“I’m warning you, Alexis. If you don’t help me, I’ll kill us all.”

Alexis stopped in her tracks and turned to look over her shoulder at the burning figure. Now that she was so close, she was able to see that the Foesitian imitating Jack hadn’t managed to get all of the details right. This definitely wasn’t her Jack and her Jack would never threaten to kill like this.

“You’re not Jack so stop pretending. Show your real self, you bastard.”

“You don’t want that, Alexis.”

“Don’t tell me what I want.”

“Fine. But you will regret it.”

The flames surrounding the Foesitian intensified, changing colour until it became bright white and Alexis was unable to look directly at them any more. She turned and started to run, as did the other agents who had been close enough to witness their exchange. A high pitched whine filled the air and Alexis knew in her gut that whatever was going to happen next was going to hurt. “Get down,” she screamed, “he’s gonna blow.”

And blow he did. The resulting explosion shook the ground and sent those closest to it flying through the air. Alexis landed heavily and she could feel that her back was badly burned. Pain took over all of her senses and blackness threatened to take over her consciousness. She tried to clear her mind, make sense of what was happening, but all she could think about was the future she and Jack was destined to never have. If this was her dying thought, let it be a good one.

Her and Jack on their farm, far away from aliens and battles and explosions. Her and Jack being blissfully, sickeningly happy because they had each other.

Blackness took over as Alexis said her last words: “Love you, Farm Boy.”

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After setting down the soldier, Pietro went around the site, quickly checking up on some of their other patients who were still recovering after being patched up themselves; moving around like a hummingbird, giving one patient some water, checking to see if others needed dressings changed or if they were ready to go in an attempt to clear his mind before going back out into the field.

The downside to moving so quickly though was that damn ability to also think fast, so even as he worked, he thoughts jumped from what he was doing, to his experience on the field while rescuing the soldier. He’d seen his teammates. His former leader. His sister. But he realised, thankfully, that he was yet to see-

“Get down,”

He quickly looked up when he heard Alexis scream and suddenly forgot about his hatred for his ability to think quickly. It was moments like this one that he was glad it wasn’t just his movements that were fast.

Suddenly he was beside a small group of their patients, but there was no way he could move them all in time. He looked around, not surprised to see others running, although to him, they looked more like someone had thrown a slow motion effect in to make everything more dramatic. In the past Pietro may have done the same to save himself, but not this time. Still moving faster than the rest of them, he grabbed the nearest large object – an empty bed – and used it and himself to shield the group of patients as best he could. He knew it wasn’t a highly effective shelter, but it was the best he could do.

“He’s gonna blow.”

It was loud. He felt pieces of…whatever it was hit him and hissed in pain, gritting his teeth at the noise, but he refused to move. The people he was shielding had already seen and suffered enough and Pietro was hoping to avoid adding more to their lists.

He let out a sigh of relief when he heard Hank and Darcy, slowly lowering the bed-shield before lifting his head to look over at them. At least he assumed it was Hank and Darcy who’d spoken; his ears were aching and ringing. He assumed though that their patients wouldn’t be talking about damage reports.

Pietro slowly got up, cautious as he moved in case he had received more than scratches; he didn’t bother checking though, more worried about the patients.

“I…think we’re okay?” he called back to the others. “At least over here.”

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Henry stood up hurriedly and surveyed the scene. The tent had been ripped to shreds by the explosion, medical supplies and people bowled over by the blast. Calls of all okay from his teammates comforted the super scientist somewhat. Pietro’s quick actions had saved several lives. The upturned bed was slightly aflame and had been pierced by various detritus. Other than looking rather shaken, the patients looked to be all right. His own back continued to buzz with constant pain, but the bestial mutant ignored it. Besides, his healing factor would take care of any damage in a matter of minutes or hours anyway. He suspected that there would be several new wounded combatants now due to the explosion. It struck the doctor suddenly that he had not heard any word from Alexis when he asked for a sitrep. “Alexis?” Hank bellowed across the battlefield. “Has anyone seen Ms. Michaels?” Years of experience in the field and operating room helped him keep the panic he was feeling from his voice. Beast bounded over to where Quicksilver was still standing. “Pietro, our other primary medic is missing…” he said, trailing off as his blue-grey eyes landed on the collapsed form of the woman of which he spoke. He ran and sprang out into the fray. A group of Foesitians crawled towards the prone bodies to finish the job. The bouncing blue ball of fur landed squarely on one that resembled his old foe Unus the Untouchable. “Not terribly untouchable, now are you?” he muttered under his breath. Hank proceeded to grasp an Iceman and a Dark Phoenix by the heads with his large hands and smash them together. All of his psychic training with Professor Xavier was being put to the test. Hank tried his best not to think about how his enemies had borrowed the faces of his best friends. That is not Bobby. That is not Jean. He repeated it over and over in his head. Kneeling to check each downed soldier and medic, it saddened Dr. McCoy to find that a few were already gone. Checking Alexis’ pulse, it came faintly, but it was there. “She clings to the realm of the living!” he called out triumphantly. Scooping her up in his long, hairy arms, Beast yelled back to the medical encampment. “Quicksilver, if you would kindly collect the remaining patients I shall attend to Ms. Michaels here.” The speedster had finished mopping up the rest of the Foesitians quite handily. Returning to the camp, Hank laid Alexis down on her stomach, being surely to support her head. She was covered in burns and small holes had been seared into her clothes in several spots. It felt like deja vu from five minutes ago and from ten minutes before that, just with a different person this time. This fight was wearing him out. more emotionally than physically. Superhuman endurance was good for something at least.

”Could someone please set and splint the leg of that woman there?” the azure acrobat asked, not wanting to forget the other patient. Pulling on gloves, the physician cut open the back her shirt in one swift motion to examine her further. By all appearances that was where the majority of the burns were. Clenching his jaw, McCoy set to work again. hesprettycut

Darcy watched as everyone made quick decisions, she couldn’t make decisions that quickly, she was not prepared for this kind of thing. She took a few deep breaths trying to bring her thoughts back into focus. Next thing she knew Dr. McCoy was going back into the fight, wondering who had been hurt this time. She looked at the patients who thankfully did not seem too much more harmed.

Her thoughts turned to how she was the only one of the team who was unable to go out there, in some ways she was feeling useless in her efforts to help the wounded that came in here. Darcy shook her head, they had known her strengths and weaknesses before the battle had begun. She was more useful to everyone if she stayed in a somewhat safe area.

Darcy drew in a shaky breath as she saw their fourth teammate, brought in by Henry. She could not look at her for more than a few seconds. She nodded as he asked someone to take care of the woman who they had been working on before.

She had been camping before, first aid had been taught especially for broken bones, she knew the basics of setting and splinting. Darcy smiled at the woman, after grabbing some supplies. “This may be a bit painful, and I’m sorry for that, but we do not want your leg to start healing the wrong way.”

She felt the woman’s leg, moving it around so it seemed that the bones were in the places that they should be. She finished with the splint, working as quickly as she could. Before moving on she handed a couple of pain medications to the woman as well as some water.

Darcy moved on to the other patients, asking them if they had gotten hurt any more, and giving out the basic care that she could to those that were hurt.

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As Pietro made his way through the battle, he tried his best not to look at any of their enemies, not wanting to deal with them unless he really had to. He dodged by most of them as he made his way to those in need, but occasionally paused to lend a hand or to help clear the area so he could attend to some of the wounded with the small bag of supplies he’d brought with him. He had a feeling he may have unintentionally knocked a few people over as he sped passed and had to double back when he had a chance to make sure he hadn’t just helped add to the workload of the medical team. For the most part, he’d been lucky and had been able to just quickly patch people up before taking off again, but – as it always did – his luck eventually ran out.

He skidded to a stop before jogging at a normal speed over to a soldier, who was struggling to stand; in shock and injured. A couple of her comrades were trying to defend her, but to Pietro they didn’t look like they’d last for long. As one stepped forwards with the intention of facing a small group of the Foesitians alone, Pietro moved, suddenly in front of the soldier to stop them.

“I’ll handle…this….” He trailed off as he looked up at the advancing Foesitians, a shiver running down his spine as they turned their focus on him instead of the soldiers.

Dead mutants. Dead Avengers. Dead Sis-

No. She’s not. They’re not. They’re fine. Pietro reminded himself. He had to remind himself it was a trick. Although he had no idea if any of them were okay, besides Hank (assuming he still was), Pietro had to tell himself they were in order to face the Foesitians.

I wonder how the other three are doing…

Thinking of the rest of the medical team however was a mistake, causing Pietro to recall his chess reference; inadvertently leading to the visions of the dead to change.

A rounded helmet; a flowing cape. Cold eyes. The bodies had changed into the form of a man Pietro admired greatly; but also one he feared.

“Magneto,” he muttered.

Not real. Not real. Not real. He’s not even here. He’s- somewhere. But not here. Not here…

He kept repeating the words, even beginning to mutter them under his breath; his hands curling into fists as he tried to stay calm.

I need to help the soldier. I need to bring her back to the others. Could they keep up if I ran? There was only one way to find out.

Something grabbed him by the wrist then and he had to stop himself just as suddenly as he’d gone to attack; the soldier he’d stood in front of had been the one grabbing him, a pleading look in their eyes.

“Please, help our friend.”

Pietro hesitated for a moment at the words, but then remembered his main focus was to help the wounded. He nodded and forced himself to turn away from the Foesitians to instead carefully lift the wounded soldier, speeding off back to the medical camp with her in his arms and a hint of fear in his eyes.

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Hank watched Darcy as she worked. She was so naturally kind and caring, not to mention a hard worker. He was happy to have her there as his assistant. Whoever had been in charge of forming these task forces was wise indeed. The scientist thought he ought to track that person down and thank them if they made it through this fight. There came a small lull in the stream of wounded after Remy left the for the battle once again. “I believe our allies are giving their all on the battlefield. This skirmish cannot be an easy task for anyone involved,” he replied to Darcy’s question. Henry shivered, recollecting all of what he saw on the battlefield. Especially Dahlia… “From what I understand each one is experiencing their own personal nightmare of sorts. It is… haunting, to say the least from my brief exposure to the Foesitians mental stratagems. I envisioned- ” He was interrupted by Pietro’s return. The silver-haired man looked paler than usual. Clearly there had been something out there that had gotten to him as well. More immediately however, he was carrying a woman that had been wounded. Standing up from just finishing another job, Hank greeted the mutant speedster and guided him over to an empty cot. Quicksilver set the soldier down gently and Dr. McCoy grabbed his medical kit. She appeared to have sustained an injury to her leg as well as minor cuts to her forehead and upper arm. The leg looked to be the most serious, requiring the limb to be reset and splinted. “Darcy, if could attend to this good woman’s arm and head, please. I shall deal with her- ” Beast was cut off for a second time. Some sort of energy blast rocked the earth, spraying dirt and portions of the triage tent everywhere. Hank sheltered his newest patient the best he could with his body. Shrapnel and debris dashed across his broad back, stinging him even through the layers of cloth and fur. His ears were ringing from the explosion and he glanced about hurriedly, trying to assess the damage. “Is everyone all right?” he boomed, perhaps louder than necessary. “Damage report!” hesprettycut

Darcy wanted to comfort Henry as he spoke even just briefly about his exposure into the battle. It was hard to think that so many were facing their deepest fears, and fighting the worst nightmares that could be thought of. 

She quickly turned around as Pietro appeared, she took a sharp intake of breath, injuries were clearly seen. Darcy grabbed her bag as well as soon as it was mentioned her help was needed. She spoke to the woman trying to distract her from her injuries, not even sure if the woman could hear her.

As soon as she began cleaning the head of the woman she was knocked to the ground. She held on to cot as if by instinct, to keep from injuring her own head. Moving to her hands and knees as quick as she could, to  and covered her head. She had heard about earthquakes before,. This was not an earthquake she knew, but it was a similar concept of keeping your head safe.

Darcy felt things falling on her, they hurt, but it was not anything that seemed to cause permanent damage. She waited until she head Hank, he seemed quiet, although she knew he was close by. Sticking her fingers in her eats she made sure there was no debris, there was not. At east she could hear, but i felt like there was water in her ears. 

She sat up and,raised her hand. “I seem to be fine!” She said a little bit louder than necessary. She slowly stood up, to see what had happened.

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Pietro stood by Hank, as the battle started, eyes already scanning the area around them for potential injuries. He couldn’t guarantee he’d see them when they happened and he was worried that – despite his speed – he’d still be too late for some. He tried to convince himself that it wouldn’t be his fault if such a thing happened; there was no way they could get to every single person in need of help, was there?

“Guess they’ll send their pawns first then? I can’t wait to see what their knights will be like,” Pietro said, adding to Hank’s comment about the ‘waiting game’, taking a breath to calm himself. He didn’t want to wait. He also wasn’t too happy that he’d just referenced a game of chess. He hated that game for the same reason he was getting anxious as they stood there.

He was lost in a stream of his rapid thoughts when Darcy spoke and he flinched as he was snapped out of it.

Pietro glanced over at the others. “Yeah. Looks like it. Ready ladies? Hank?” he asked, though he didn’t wait for an answer; dashing off towards the area the screams had come from.

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Henry grunted in agreement. “That seems likely, Pietro.” The reference to chess almost made him sick to his stomach. It made this all seem more like a game. The stakes were too high and this was war. One slip up and the Foesitians could win. The whole Earth would be gone, just like so many other planets already were. “I believe I am as prepared as I am capable of being,” Beast replied in a grim tone. He cracked his knuckles and steeled himself for whatever was to come. Everyone gathered there today had a massive responsibility to protect the Earth and the medical team in particular had an important job. As the battle raged, patients began to trickle in. They came and went. At one point, Dr. McCoy spotted a former ally fighting on the battlefield and bounded off into the chaotic crowd. He returned quickly with an injured Remy LeBeau in his arms, looking visibly shaken. However, Hank went straight to a gurney and set Gambit down. They talked quietly for a time, while the doctor patched the other mutant up. The experience left Hank oddly more at ease. He had been almost dreading talking to Remy after so long. Maybe it was a step in the right direction. That was one thing off his chest, despite how messed up life was at the moment. Still, there was no time to  reflect on that right now. There was always more work to be done. hesprettycut

Darcy bit the inside of her cheek, pawns and knights it made her wonder if there were more powerful ones that they were just waiting to send out. The brief information she had been given about the Foesitians, worried her enough. Whenever people spoke about a person’s greatest fear they say the person never knows until it happens. Darcy shivered as the work begun.

She found herself either talking to the patients before Henry could get to them or bandaging the less damaged parts of the patients when Henry had fixed the major problems. She always had an ear listening so she would know when she was needed. Luckily it had yet to get to that point.

She smiled at the patients, trying to give them a bit of hope, some of them were too afraid to speak it seemed while others seemed to be more able to speak. She tried to steer any conversation away from the battle; family, friends, careers, and favorite television shows. Darcy did not want to hear about what was happening, the physical injuries worried her enough.

Fear would grip her at points causing her to look at the scene around the void, she wondered briefly if they were getting closer. She could not watch for long though, too afraid of what those creatures would show her. Darcy looked over at Hank, he seemed different after speaking to the man he ran into the battle for. That moment had scared her, wondering why he had run off, she was relieved when he came back seemingly unharmed. “How do you think it is going out there?”

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