I heard several different voices around me, but I was unable to identify them. I groaned in pain as my eyes fluttered open. I mustered up enough energy to look to my side. Peter was passed out on a bed.

Peter!

I tried to sit up and realized all of the tubes and wires that were stuck into my skin, held in by thin pieces of tape. I ripped the wires out of my skin and winced in pain.

I was freaking out. Where were we now? What was happening? How did we get here? Where is Ron? Actually, who is Ron? Actually, why is Ron? Can I get some pepperoni pizza?

I stood up too fast and felt woozy. It took a second for me to get my bearings, but once I did, I rushed over to Peter's side.

"Peter!" I yelled to get his attention. His eyes shot open in fear. He looked around the room, confused. People in white garb rushed into the room.

I felt the power surge through me once again. The bed Peter was on engulfed in flames. Peter cried out in pain and jumped off the bed.

"Peter!" I screeched worriedly. Surely the fire wasn't coming from me as Tony had said... right?!

"Are you okay?!" I fuss, running to him. I look around to see the entire room in flames. The people I'd seen before had run out of the room, leaving us to die. The flames licked closer and I backed further away, into Peter, "Peter, what do we do?" Instead of answering he grabs me and crawls up to the ceiling.

"Woah," is all I can muster, the scene of the burning hospital room is sprawled right out in front of us. I slowly drift off to unconsciousness, the smoke filling my lungs. I watch as the flames lick higher and higher, getting closer and closer, I know I shouldn't be so calm, I know I should be fearing for my life, but the sweet warmth of the flames and the cool, kind, savory prospect of death harmonize and contrast so beautifully it's hard to not want a taste of the melodic recipe. The blaring sirens only add to the sweet, consuming silence.

"If only I had my web shooters," is the last thing I hear Peter say before I go limp in his arms.

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"They just left them there to die! I'll sue them! Those little incompetent, worthless, mice! I'll put them out of business!"

"Tony, you need to calm down, they're plenty safe now, Bruce will take care of them," a voice soothes. I attempt to force my heavy eyes open, wishing for the sweet embrace of sleep to keep me, but knowing deep down I need to come back to the disappointment that is my reality.

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Eventually, I actually did open my eyes. I look around to see I'm on a couch, but I am connected to multiple IVs. I turn to see Tony sleeping on another couch, with Peter under his arm. I smile at the adorable duo, but something bitter bites at the back of my mind. I ignore it. I want to disconnect myself from these stupid IVs, but that's probably not the best idea. The door opens. I sit up, warily.

"I see you're up," an unfamiliar man says, I recognize his voice but I can't quite place it. He looks nice enough, doesn't seem to have any malicious intent.

"I'm Steve."

"I'm Electra," I reply.

"I know," he looks to Tony, "He's talked about you," there's something in his eyes when he looks at Tony, sadness, or maybe regret. (A/N IT'S LOOOOVE!!!)

I tilt my head at him, "How do you know him?"

"He's a friend from work," he said with a soft smile.

"You look familiar..."

"I get that a lot." I just nodded my head to his response. He walked over to the couch and sat next to me.

"Hold on... you're that Master- wait, no- commander er... commander 'Merica?"

"Captain America..."

"Oof..." Steve scoffed with a smile.

"So how you feeling, sweetheart?"

"How does that feel, sweetheart?" his smirk was burned into my mind. His whip lashed against my back mercilessly, laughing maniacally at my continuous screams of agony. I was shaking, the pain was unbearable, what did he want from me? What was he getting out of this? Why? Why?!

"Please... stop."

Third Person POV

"Please... stop." She begged with tears in her eyes.

Steve was lost, what did he do? What was going on?

El was curled up in a ball on the floor, shaking and pleading. Not knowing what to do, Steve started shaking her. She looked like she had come back to reality, but there were tears in her eyes and she was full of panic.

"Sweetheart, it's okay, I've got you," this sent her back under, once again she was shaking and crying.

"Hey, sweetheart, hey, you're not there,"

"What did you just call her?!" Tony was suddenly wide awake. He rushed to her side, "El! El! He's not here! You're not with him!" El seemed to snap out of her trance but she continued shaking.

He turned sharply to Steve, "YOU DUMBASS HOW FUCKING DUMB DO YOU HAVE TO BE!?!?"

"Wh-What did I do?"

Tony started repeatedly slapping him across the face.

"Why- Would- You- Do- That!?!?!" he said, slapping him after every word. Steve looked dumbfounded. Tony went to El and engulfed her in a hug. She was continuing to shake and cry. Steve just stood there feeling bad like the poor dumbass he is. 

"What did I do?" Steve asked, genuinely confused.

"Fuck off," was Tony's only reply.

"What's goin' on guys?" Peter asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Go back to sleep kid!" Tony demanded.

El's POV

"Sweetheart." Those words rang in my head. Tony stood up and started to hit Steve repetitively. I couldn't even hose the words that rang in my head. I couldn't even hear what they were saying at this point.

My breathing sped up and I started to have a freak-out. I felt arms wrap around me and assumed they were Tony's. I leaned into his touch, it was the only comfort I had in my panic. I clung to him as if he was my lifeline. Mainly because he was. I was soaking his shirt in my tears, but he didn't seem to care. I hugged him tightly sobbing into him.

Tony was still yelling at Steve. Peter frantically looked around.

"That's her trigger word dumb ass!" Tony shouted.

Third Person POV

Steve felt so bad. He didn't know. So it's not his fault, right?

"Oh, Jesus Christ..." Steve trailed off as he stressfully ran a hand through his hair.

"Just leave, Cap," Tony growled. Steve decided not to fight him over it. He walked out of the room, but secretly watched and listened from the staircase. El was having flashback after flashback. Memory after memory. She was shaking and breathing heavily. His heart was broken to see her in such a state, the poor girl didn't deserve it.

"Sorry," She quietly muttered, "I um... I should go to bed." She shuddered before she stood up. She stood up too quickly and began to feel dizzy. Once El got her balance back, she carefully took out the IVs and walked to her room and collapsed on the bed.

She ended up laying there for only 2 minutes uninterrupted. She shot up, startled as someone knocked on her bedroom door.