Wandas POV

"Well you should have thought of that before you brought her here."

This bitch.

He's actually going to walk away.

"If you don't release her I'll make sure everyone knows you let someone die when you could have done better," Tony threatens.

"Yeah, okay. We're in a jail for the most wanted criminals. No one will care. Don't blame us for your mistake. You knew her conditions when you brought her. That's on you."

"Then I'll make sure you're buried so deep in the ocean you'll never see daylight again."

"Empty threats aren't going to work, Stark."

"Okay. Money? How much do you-"

"Listen here you piece of shit, that's the love of my life in there and I swear I will make you feel what it's like to have your heart ripped out if you don't let her go!" Holy shit. What has come over me?

His eyebrows raise just about to his hairline as he is left speechless.

Then Tony awkwardly chuckles, "or, how about you just be a decent human being for once! She isn't a bad person! My mistake shouldn't cost her her life. What's the point of keeping her here if she won't even live past the surgery?"

Huh. Weird how Tony suddenly considers Alex a person and values her life.

The doctor looks back behind him, "fine. Take her now. No other favors. And you bring her back when this is all over to properly let her rot in a cell like she should. Now just get out of my sight." Who is to say if I persuaded him or Tony, but that doesn't matter.

"Great. Let's go."

I know for sure that there's no way in hell I'm letting her come back here. But at this moment, it's not worth mentioning. I'm not starting an argument. Once she's out of here and safe, I'll properly throw Tony into a wall.

For now, I start walking with them, but a few hands on my arms stop me.

"Wanda.. I wouldn't go in there. It doesn't sound-"

"What? Doesn't sound like she'll live? Doesn't sound like she's in any condition for me to see her? Yeah. Well, if she dies and I didn't go in there, I'll never forgive myself."

"She wouldn't want you to see her like this."

"Do you think that matters right now?! If this was Laura or Spencer, would you let anyone stop you from going in there?"

Both shake their heads 'no.'

"Didn't think so."

I rip my arms from their grasp and continue on my way to Alex.

Which, since Nat and Clint postponed my storming away, they're already barreling down the hallway with Alex on a gurney as Dr. Cho and a whole plethora of other doctors try to keep her alive.

"We need to go, now. We should have been in the medbay from the beginning!"

"I know. I know, I fucked up. Can we just focus on saving her, please?"

"That's what I've been trying to do."

They walk right past me as they load onto the quinjet.

I saw her.

She..

She looked so lifeless. So, so.. broken. There were so many wires. The burned flesh blistered and raw. And the blood..

I'm going forward. I don't know how. Then I'm sitting down. Getting buckled in. And we're taking off.

My eyes are glued to Alex. Or where she is laying down. I can't see beyond the doctors working around her like a well oiled machine, shouting things to one another as they try to keep her stable during the move.

I.. I don't even know.

I knew she was.. in bad condition, but this..

Now there's arms wrapping around me, pulling me to their body. I lay my head on their chest. Listen to their steady heartbeat, pretend it's Alex's.

I never take my eyes off of Alex.

I don't know how long this ride is for. Eternity? A few minutes? But we're landing. And they're rushing out of the quinjet.

I'm up, my limbs are taking off on their own, knowing what I would want if I could think properly. I'm sprinting after them, not letting Alex get away this time.

I'm stopped again at the doors to medbay.

"Wanda, let them do their job, okay? They've got her."

"Yeah, no thanks to you, Tony. Don't you dare touch me." I shove past him and force my way into the medbay.

But now the cover they had over Alex is removed as they start bringing machines over to her. They're all speaking but the words still mean nothing to me. I see as her chest rises and falls and I just know she isn't doing on her own, that a machine is doing it for her.

The burns along her arms look..

And that is when shit hits the fan.

The machines all start beeping like it's a race to see how many they can do in a minute. The doctors start going at three times the speed they already were.

"What's going on?" It's only a whisper. I need to find my voice, "what is going on?!"

One of the doctors looks over to me apologetically, but offers me no answer.

"Shit, Vfib. Starting compressions! Someone get me the crash cart! Now!"

"Wait.. what. What's happening? Wha- what're you doing?"

"Trying to save her life! It's probably best if you go."

"Come on Wanda, let's go."

"No, no. I need to be here. I pushed her away before. I'm not letting her go," I refuse.

"Wanda.."

"Shit. We aren't getting anything. Come on!"

I break out of Nats hold, getting as close to Alex as I possibly can.

"Alex! Alex you have to be okay! Let them save you! I know I was horrible, but please! You can't leave me like this! We.. we need to get back together! We need to move in together and.. and.."

And I can't talk anymore. The doctors are all rushing around Alex still trying to bring her back to life.

And then they stop.

They don't move anymore, they just look down at her body lying there, machines still going off.

Dr. Cho is stoic, she's trying to mask any emotion. She glances at me with sorrow before looking toward the clock.

"Time of death.."

"No! No, you can't give up! You can't. She's fine! Look she's right here, everything you need is here! Save her!"

"Wanda we tried everything.."

"No. If you tried everything she'd be okay. She'd be alive!"

That look. I can't take it anymore. I won't accept this.

I can't.

I collapse to the ground, this awful feeling takes over my entire body, like I feel her pain, every inch of it. Every burn as it was peeling across her skin. Every incision they made. I feel it.

I- it's too intense. I can't even speak. My body is barely able to withstand it, I'm shaking on the ground.

"Wanda!" Nat is by my side, trying to get my body under control.

I can feel her. Her heart is still beating, still trying to fight.

"You-" fuck this hurts. "You can't stop!"

"Wanda-"

"No!" I grit my teeth, stealing myself for more words, "she's still.. there. I can feel her. Please!"

I meet her eyes, and whatever I'm portraying is enough to convince her.

"This is completely against everything- but, bring the crash cart back in."

"But, Dr. Cho.."

"Get the crash cart!"

"Yes, ma'am."

Dr. Cho took a deep breath as they prepped her one more time, "charge to 150, clear!" She zaps her.

Her body jolts upwards. Mine falls back towards the ground. "Ah, fuck. Do it again!"

They charged once more, "clear." Nothing.

But I swear there was an extra beat to my heart. I can hear it thumping away. It's there. She's there. She has to be. Why else am I feeling this?

"Okay, I don't think-"

Damn it's hard to breathe. A few, quick, short ones.

"One more time."

"Please," Nat adds on. I wasn't trying to be rude. I just literally can't - fuck, I can't move.

Dr. Cho gives the nod and they charge it once more. "Clear!" She seems to hesitate a moment before shocking her again.

I can understand. It feels like it's been an eternity since the machines started going off, telling them that her heart wasn't beating, that she was no longer living.

Though it's only been minutes, I'm sure, its longer than she should be out.

Nothing.

Nothing happens.

Then, I feel it.

The loss of all of that pain. The burning, searing pain leaves me. I should be relieved I can breath again. But I don't like what this indicates.

It's gone all at once like letting out a breath you were holding, and I guess in a way, I was. Then I can breath in, and there's nothing. After the intensity of it, I almost feel empty. Like something was taken from me.

I am so damn confused.

I look over to Alex.

Dr. Cho is talking again, telling the time of death, I'm sure.

But then.. what is the explanation for what I just experienced?

I think Nat says my name; I'm not listening. Im walking, apparently, towards Alex.

They don't stop me. They just part like waves.

Her body is unmoving. Cuts, burns, bruises all littering her body. I choke back the sob that threatened to spill out.

I feel a pull.

I lift my hand above her, not daring to touch her beaten body.

"What?"