CHAPTER 11

Sirens blared in my ears and I jerked awake, in my panic, I twisted in the bedsheets of my room at the tower. I tried to get up and run for the door but I feel to the ground with an oof. Wasting no time, I grot up and ran for the closing door. There was some kind of fortification happening, an extra door was sliding in. I squeezed through as it shut and stumbled into the main living room. Red lights flashed and sirens blared. I found Pepper who was frantic. "Tony!" She cried and I ran towards his room, the fortification was already activated so I shadow-travelled to the other side.

The room was dark, I noted, but my eyes quickly adjusted and I saw a writhing Tony. He was pale and breathing fast. His skin was practically translucent and he was clammy. When I pressed my hand to his forehead I snapped back at the temperature.

"FRIDAY call for a medical team." I cried, my voice hoarse.

"One is entering now." The fortifications pulled back and the door opened. The medical team, probably totalling no more than eight entered. They lifted him onto a stretcher, instantly attaching equipment to him. They shouted commands to one another like a game of Netball.

I backed away, tears in my eyes. A loud ringing called in my ears. I could feel the dragging breaths my lungs took. The cry rising in my throat at his lost eyes. He couldn't be dead. This wasn't his destined death.

Uncontrollably, I felt my knees collapse out from underneath me. I hit the ground with a thud, I knew a nurse was running towards me but my eyes had shut before I hit the ground.

My eyes flew open, I was in a place, white, padded. The first word that came to my mind was; asylum. I remembered this place, the memory washing, the sleepless nights and ghostly faces.

I began to struggle from my place on the floor, realising that my arms were tightly wrapped around me. I began to scream; sporadic shrieks and cries. Tears filled my eyes, I didn't understand why I was here or what I was doing.

"Somebody help me!" I screamed. I managed to get to my feet and ran at what I thought was the door. I bounced off and hit the padded floor. I groaned, my arm was numb and feeling painful. I began to struggle to my feet but barely made it to my knees when the door opened. Two lean men entered. I knew why they were here and I began to cry and kick out at them. One held me down and the other injected me with a sedative. My vision blurred and then blackened.

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I woke up in the same bed, dressed in my pjs. Before I left, I dressed. A simple, white dress, it reminded me of the asylum dream and I wanted to rip it off and dump it in red dye. Seems legit, no one would mind.

The dream though, or was it a vision? The problem with it, was that it felt so very real. I could feel the twist of my joints. I could feel the firm grip of the men on my shoulder. I could feel the needle being inserted and the serum spreading through my body.

But now was a more important time. Tony was sick, perhaps dead. I cursed myself for falling asleep, for fainting. How weak was that?

I stormed out of the room and found everyone gathered in the living room. By everyone, I meant all the Offspring, weary looking, Thor, Loki, Cap, Nat, Clint, Fury, Coulson and a couple SHIELD agents. The SHIELD agents were standing back from the table everyone was sitting at. Fury was at head and Coulson was beside him.

I took a seat between James and Clint. Noting that everyone at the table was extremely tired, well, the supers all did. Fury was giving everyone an intimidating glare was Coulson looked impassive and slightly concerned. Everyone else looked sickily.

"Nice of you to join us," Fury growled at me, I ignored him and turned to James.

"What's the hub?" I asked.

"Last night there was a break-in and all of us have been injected with this poison thing that slowly kills us. Our dads are studying it, trying to make an antidote, apparently there's some really freaky side effects."

"Like dying? Pl-ease." I retorted sarcastically.

"Alana." Coulson scolded, for a second I thought it was what I'd said, then I realised it was because Fury was talking.

"So we have confirmed that all of you except Loki seem to have been injected." Fury sent a glare to Loki who held up his hands in the most non-innocent way.

"My brother is not the cause of our deteriorating condition." Thor growled. "He was with me for the entire night in the same cuffs that restrain his magic." I wanted to point out that that sentence was just wrong, like, Game of Thrones wrong.

Fury started talking about how all the ways the serum could affect us and the team that was working on it.

Loki looked towards me, a dark grin stretching across his face, he knew that I suspected him, the lil' bastard. But something made me freeze, something that I'd seen in Gale's eyes, Chen's and now Loki's.

For a fraction of a second, a blackness, resembling the Mist turned his eyes black.