' you'll be alright, no one can hurt you now, come morning light, you and ill be safe and sound '

"SHE'S FINE, I'LL CALL YOU BACK IN WHEN SHE'S AWAKE, OKAY?" a voice assured distantly. It felt vaguely familiar, but Wanda couldn't figure out who it was.

"You better," another one said quietly, before the sound of receeding footsteps and a door clicking shut announced their exit. She was sure she recognised that voice even more.

Soft, regular beats of a monitor rung in her ears, but she still couldn't decipher what it was. A part of her wanted to give in to sleep again, to revel in its comforting depths, but the curious spark in her had ignited now, and she couldn't let herself go.

But her eyes were shut, and she couldn't open them. Her next attempt was to try speaking, but her throat was too soar and too dry and she only managed a pitful whimper, too quiet to be heard and enough to be mistaken as a breath.

And so, running out of options, she decided to try to lift her hand, or move it at least. It was odd, she felt like her body wasn't her own, like it was under another's control. She was being taunted by the idea of movement, only to be shut down again.

Her fingers twitched. Trembling intensely as they curled in on themselves. No one would've noti-

"Wanda? Wanda, can you hear me?" It was a male voice, soft and familiar. She knew who it was, she did, it just kept slipping away from her, it kep-

"Can you open your eyes?" Sam. It was Sam. He had asked her a question, though, and part of her wasn't even sure how to answer it. But her body seemed to know, as it reacted on instinct and, under her command, peeled open her eyes gently, pupils expanding as they adjusted to the light. She cringed, and her eyes drooped back shut.

"Hey, Witchy, can you do that again? I'll turn the curtains for you, one sec," he said, and she heard footsteps fade away and the pull of fabric before he returned. His voice was comforting, and she grasped onto it so she wouldn't lose herself back to sleep.

Mustering up her strength, she opened up her eyes again, and was satisfied to find there wasn't blinding light in them anymore.

"Hey," he said, and she attempted a weak smile. "Let me get you some water."

Wanda felt her body relax in relief at the sound of water, the ache in her throat was slowly growing more unbearable, and she wanted nothing more than for it to be satiated.

He moved a plastic cup up to her lips, and she sipped it gently, before it seemed to restore her energy enough for her to grip the cup, greedily gulping down the liquid until it was pried away slowly.

"Careful, you haven't had any in a while, so you have to go slowly."

She bit back a groan of annoyance at that, before realising she had more pressing matters at hand.

"What the hell happened?" She croaked, cringing at the sound of her own voice.

He simply looked at her for a second, like he was lost in thought, before he told her,

"You were shot."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. FRIDAY? Can you tell the team we need a little help out here?" Maria swore, as her and Sharom struggled between tending to their own wounds and their inured friends.

Natasha was still not fully up, but certainly more aware than earlier as she attempted to apply pressure to her own wound to give Maria time to tend to herself, only to find her shaky hands were to weak to push hard enough in order to reduce the bleeding. Her ravenette friend had returned to her almost instantly.

Wanda was out cold, and Sharon had both hands pressing the wound, ignoring the burning sensation in her leg and the pounding of her head. She was an Agent, it was her job to fight through the pain, and damn was she good at it.

It felt like an eternity to the four girls, but eventually, Sharon heard distant voices before seeing familiar figures rush out of the building, some suited up, and others with their weapons at the ready.

Only to find their injured friends.

Steve jumped into action almost immediately, swinging open the backseat door as he grasped onto Natasha, who insisted on walking. The man caved into her demands almost immediately, letting her lean into her side as she limped inside with him.

Thor took Wanda, insisting that his brother would kill him if he let anything happen to her, and that none of the other avengers would be able to get her inside in time.

He smashed the roof.

Tony and Sam hung back, helping Maria and Sharon out of the car as they asked them questions about what had happened, simultaneously trying to clean their wounds. Well, Sam was at least, but Sharon insisted she was fine. Tony didn't even attempt to, claiming he knew Maria too well and that she would never let him. Besides, he was too busy complaining about Thor and his now broken compound roof.

"That man owes me so much money in repairs," he groaned and Sam rolled his eyes.

"Are Nat and Wanda okay?"

"Nat was awake, but she was still weak. I think she'll be fine. Wanda probably passed out from exhaustion anyway, so optimistically speaking? They'll both be fine."

Loki had immediately taken himself to find Thor, because by the time he was out there, he was met by Cap bringing in Romanoff and his Wanda already gone. Banner had told him that she was with Thor, and Loki had left before the man could even continue.

In all honesty, he did trust Thor, he had managed to get out there quicker than Loki himself and that was impressive, but it didn't help the anxiety building in him anyway. He knew Wanda was a witch and the probability of her dying from a gunshot wound was low, but it was still a chance.

He assumed it was a gunshot at least, because the other to Agents who weren't shot were still in the vehicle when he had gone to check.

And so, he all but stormed through the medical wing of the compound, but he was unaware how he was supposed to find which room she was in out of all of th-

Oh. Nevermind.

The God had come across a literal whole in the ceiling, and smirked despite himself at the sight. That was the most Thor thing ever. Heavens thanks his obvious brother for making this so much easiet for him.

The second he swung open the door to the room, he was met by Thor in the corner who gave Loki a sympathetic look that made the ravenette want to throw up before ducking out of the room, leaving Loki in their with an army of nurses and Wanda.

They hooked her up to wires, adjusting machines, and pushing things into her body, but he couldn't take his eyes of her. Don't die, please.

A nurse approached him timidly, informing him that he would have to leave the room for the procedure. He wanted to argue with her, to fight to stay in there, but surprisingly, the logical part of his brain knew she was already unconscious, and him being there wouldn't help. Besides, he had probably already terrified the poor nurse, and all of them to be honest, by marching in their in full God attire practically raging.

So he caved, casting her a single glance before exiting the room, deciding upon sitting in one of the seats nearby the door. He heard a few familiar voices, but they appeared to be shouting. Not a fight, he thought, but it was certainty loud enough to be some type of arguing. Letting his curiosity get the best of him, and desperately needing a distraction, he went to the source of the voices, and was caught way off guard by the sight.

Captain America himself, face tinged red as he shouted at the man in front of him, Sam Wilson. Behind the two followed Stark and Maria, with the other blonde Agent he didn't know attempting to pull back Steve into a chair.

He pulled her away, his shouts of protest falling into weak pleads. The moment felt oddly personal, and Loki felt out of place witnessing it all.

Eventually, he seemed close enough for his ears to pick up the gentle whispers out of Steve's mouth.

"She's in there, possibly dying. We don't even know what they put into the bullet and if it was HYDRA like Wanda thought-" Fuck, Loki thought. In all the chaos, he had completely forgotten that HYDRA would have been the ones to do this. In that moment, he swore to fucking destroy them.

"- then God knows what could have been in it. I- What if we lose her, Sam?"

"She'll be fine, Captain." He heard come out of his own mouth unbidden, but he wasn't so sure he was talking so much about Cap and Natasha rather than himself, "HYDRA wouldn't kill them, they need Maximoff alive, and they wouldn't risk killing her with those bullets. Low chance they'd get Romanoff with them either."

The blonde man fell silent, as he stood there staring at Loki. But it sort of felt like he was looking through the man.

Eventually, he just nodded, taking in a deep breath before releasing Sam's jacket which he had been grasping with a death grip.

"Alright- I'm sorry guys, its just-"

"Nah, we get it man," Stark said, clasping his hands on Steve's shoulders as he gently pushed the man down into a chair, before seating himself besides him.

"Thank you," Loki saw Tony mouth his way, and he just nodded in affirmation. He didn't want to be thanked, but that was probably one of the most civil interactions he'd had with Stark. Even with the lack of words.

With an awkward glance around, followed by a deep inhale, Loki waved his hand, before turning on his heel to retreat back to Wanda's room. Not that he'd be let it, but it was worth a shot.

He landed two knocks on the door, only to be practically ignored.

Nevermind.

"Shot? Fuck, is that why my side hurt so bad," she swore, muttering the last part mainly to herself.

"Yeah, you were brought in like three days ago, and I'm pretty sure you worried Loki into insanity," Sam told her, "Literally just got him out to sleep in an actual bed, but I swore I'd tell him when you got up, so I guess thats down the dr-"

"Let him sleep," she interrupted, not wanting to be the cause of his exhaustion anymore than she already had been.

"Alright, Maxi. But if he comes at me for this, I'm blaming you," he laughed, and Wanda managed one too, before groaning as she felt the pressure of it hurt her side. He simply frowned, leaning over in his seat to put a hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah, its gonna be a difficult few days for you," he said, noticing her wince of pain at the slightest of movements.

"How's Nat?" She asked, suddenly remembering the redhead woman as her mind flashed back to all the memories she had of the night.

"She'll be okay, hasn't woken up yet either. They think HYDRA put something in the bullets to keep you asleep, must've got caught in your systems."

"Tell me when she's up, please."

The next order of business was to bring the witch food, and in Sam's case, ensure she didn't eat it to fast. Part of her pitied the man. He had managed to pull away Loki as soon as the hard part began.

She cringed at the thought of the man. In all honesty, she felt the guilt bubble up in her at the thought of him losing sleep over her. In her mind, she wasn't worth all the worry, not even in the slightest. But she was sure he would disagree with that.

Amidst eating, Sam had received a phone call from Cap, and he had ducked out of the room, assuring her that he'd be right back, and just to holler if she needed him.

She wasn't a child, and the statement threatened at her lips, but she pushed it away. Sam was just trying to help, and despite Wanda's hatred for being treated like she were weak, she would let him.

A minute or so later, she heard the door click open, and a familiar voice.

"Alright Sam I know you sai-"

He cut off as he met her eyes, and found a lack of Falcon in the room.

"Wanda?"

"Hey, Lokes."

a/n: lmao ok so this one may have jus been a filler, but i promise we're moving on from the whole crash thing soon

not proof read, sorry if theres mistakes