Wandas POV

I try to pry my eyes open, but I only get so far.

Just as I'm seeing the fire rage around me, I sense the searing heat that's inching its way closer to me.

I want to look around, but I don't dare to.

I'm not sure what I'll see and I don't know if moving my head is a good idea. It's not worth the risk.

I am in pain. All below the head. But it's so hard to tell what might be crushed and what is being burnt. Everything is blurring together. My body is running on adrenaline right now.

Okay, so I may be a little stuck at the moment.

However, I am still a super hero. I still have powers. I can still take control of this situation. I am not helpless.

I'm sure I can contain enough of this fire to at least get me some room to breath and ease the burning.

I do my best to conjure up my powers and try to hold off some of the flames from getting any closer.

I can't.

I don't know if my body is too injured and is already trying to take care of so many things it's making it so I can't produce enough power. Or if the fire and lack of oxygen burning my lungs from the inside out are enough to deprive me of the use of my powers.

Either way, it's not looking good.

I'm hoping by now the team knows I'm in distress and is already on their way. I'm not even sure how, but I know there's a tracker on my phone and they like to make sure we're okay.

Someone will notice.

But currently, my head is getting fuzzy. My eyes are getting heavy; I can barely keep them open.

I want to close them and fall back into the darkness of sleep but I'm not sure what will happen if I do; if I'll see any sort of life afterwards.

So I'm fighting to keep them open and my body fighting to keep functioning.

Someone has to be there.

I must have fallen to the pull of slumber despite my best efforts as the next thing I know I'm trying to open my eyes once again.

But this time I feel something touching under my knees and neck.

I feel as the ground is left behind and I'm rising in the air.

I feel my body against another one.

I'm finally able to see and what I find before me is.. astounding.

Not only are the flames no where near me, but they're hardly even touching this room. Almost like they were just turned off.

Maybe I'm hallucinating and finally succumbed to whatever is trying to claim me, but this place was just completely up in flames a moment ago.

Or maybe I was out longer than I thought?

But how is it that the flames still seem to be climbing and reaching and consuming but it's not coming close to us?

Us..

As I see the walls start to pass by me without any movement from my own limbs, my brain finally realizes and connects the dots that I have someone carrying me out.

Desperate to know what's going on, I try to look at who is carrying me.

They're pretty dirty and banged up from what I can see. It's hard to determine where the dirt ends and the bruises might start. Their expression is hidden by the fact that they're looking out in the direction we're going instead of at me.

So I keep staring.

Begging them to look at me.

Not wanting to look at the fire as it rages around us, out of reach but ever present. And because this persons strong jawline is apparently very interesting to me.

I guess I really am just asking to be looked at; curiosity of who is holding me and who could walk through this in..

Wait.. they aren't even wearing an oxygen mask? Seems as though they may just be wearing a face covering. They aren't wearing much gear at all from what I can tell. Are they not a fire fighter? I guess I just assumed since.. Wait, how did they..

I'm cut off by the person looking down at me, their crystal blue eyes stopping me from having any further thoughts that aren't about them.

Their expression is stoic, though it seems to soften once it looks down at me in their arms; the ice blue of their eyes seeming to melt with concern.

But they don't say anything. They don't even blink. They just look back up as they continue to walk.

But all I have on my mind are those piercing blue eyes..

Something I don't think I will get out of my head even as I'm being pulled back under the spell of darkness.

I'm jostled awake.

Must be I wasn't out for long this time as I can see the building I was in as it's burning to the ground, water being fired at it from every direction in attempts to put out the flames as they dance around. People yelling and moving around me in all directions.

The water doesn't seem to be stopping it very well as the sides of the building are hardly standing.

The whole thing could collapse any..

And then it starts. A horrible rumbling as the sides of the building start to fall down, the fire fighters and emts backing away from the destruction as fast as they can.

Something that seemed so strong just minutes.. or hours? ago now being let out in a large puff of smoke, almost like it's letting out it's final breath.

It's somehow beautiful and tragic all at once.

I'm reminded that I'm in the arms of a stranger as I seem to be being laid back down.

But this time it's a softer surface, a cleaner one, one that my body recognizes as somewhere safe, so I let myself accept it as a place to rest.

There's a head above me, but it's not those blue eyes that are looking back at me.

They're shining a light as they talk. I can tell because I see their lips moving. But I am not sure what they're saying, everything is still muffled from the.. whatever it was.

I strain to hear what they're saying. Desperate to know how bad my injuries are and to know who they are talking to.

I can't really move my head as they have it restrained. I'm sure its for the best but it's making it almost impossible to see if the person that saved me is still here close by. I want them to be.

And I want to know. I have to know.

I try to sit up but this grabs the emts attention and she's pushing me back down.

"Honey, I'm going to need you to stay very still, okay?" I can't really answer her so I'm not sure why she asks. I just obey as an answer. At least I could hear her?

Then this person looks up and over at someone else, maybe?

"You got out of there just in time. Who knows how bad this would have been if you hadn't rushed in there," the blonde tells someone.

I don't get to hear their response as it comes off in a muffle, if they even answer. And I don't see their face.

"Don't worry, we'll have you to the hospital in no time and have you all fixed up, okay?" The sweet lady asks me as she returned her attention to me.

But I still can't answer.

So I blink. Is it suppose to be one for yes and two for no?

It's right before they're loading me into the back of the ambulance that I get one more final glimpse.

Those blue eyes looking at me with concern once again as they help push me into the car. Then they disappear.

The last thing I see is what looks to be a part of a firefighter jacket.

I don't remember them wearing that.. but they must have. Because those blue eyes aren't like anything I've ever seen before.

My thoughts are over run with what the blue eyed person could be doing, where they're going after they finish putting out the fire and load up.

How they found me and got me out just in time.

I know it's all a little blurry, and I know I'm about to pass out once again as the nice emt places a breathing mask over my face.

I can not say that all of this will stick with me, but I know damn sure I will never forget those eyes.

That shade of blue isn't something you see everyday.

But I want to. I could get lost in them.

And slowly but surely I'm being pulled back under as the emt next to me tells her partner to drive faster. As she tells me it'll be okay, that I was found in time.

I listen to her tell me all of this but none of it is processed.

My last images that flash before me as I drift into unconsciousness are as blue as the water in the Bahamas.

And then it's dark.