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Tony looks at me, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "How did you even...?"

"Mr. Stark, we still need to make sure Harper is healthy before questioning her about anything-" says Jayce, standing up after checking doctor Cho's pulse.

"Well, I don't see the harm." Tony scoffs, as a different doctor pulls Cho up and carries her out. "But whatever, I'll go tell the team she's awake." Tony leaves.

Jayce sighs, turning to look at me, "are you feeling ok? I know that magic might've drained you."

I nod slightly, eyes watching him warily as he walks over. He stands by the bed, holding out a hand. "May I see your wrist?"

I heisitate, before slowly giving him my arm. He gently holds my forearm with one hand. He uses his other hand to press his fingers to the inside of my wrist. He looks at the watch on his wrist. He takes my pulse, writing something down on his clipboard.

"Does anything hurt?" His gaze flicks up to my face.

"J-just my ribs a-ache." I admit, "And I'm a b-bit sore..."

He nods, "I expected as much. You went through a lot. You could've died, but L-" he cuts himself off, "Well, we shouldn't focus on what could have happened, should we?" He gives me a tentative smile. "You're mostly healed, that's what matters." He let's go of my forearm and wrist, stepping back to give me space. "Do you think you can stand?" He questions, holding out his hands for me to take.

I look at his hands, then his eyes, then his hands again. I slowly raise my hands, laying them on his. I swallow nervously. 

"Take your time." He instructs.

I shimmy my legs over the side of the bed, not effected by the frost covering the floor. But I notice goosebumps on Jayce's arms. 

Before I can think of it, Jayce asks, "Ready? On the count of three. One... Two... Three." 

I heisitate before trying to stand. My legs shake, not wanting to support me. Jayce grasps my hands, insuring  that I don't fall. My knees buckle, but Jayce catches me.

"Woah woah woah..." He sits me back down on the bed. "I'll get a wheelchair, ok?" 

I nod, and he crosses the room to unfold a wheelchair. He rolls it over to me. I wave him off, shifting myself in the chair. Jayce moves behind me, pushing me out. We go to the elevator, and to an upper floor. My stomach twists in dread.

This is the room they're in:

*** 

Avengers POV:

Steve is leaning against the table, talking with Tony. Wanda and Vis are sitting next to each other at the table with some of the Avengers, the rest standing around the room.

A blonde woman stands by Rhody, arms crossed "She could be dangerous. We don't know what Hydra all did to her besides make her Elsa."

"We're not casting her out," Tony points at the woman.

"She's family." Adds Wanda, looking up from her seat.

"Family means no one gets left behind." Bucky glares at Captain Marvel.

"Or forgotten." Steve lays a hand on Bucky's shoulder.

The door to the elevator opens, and Jayce wheels Harper in. The avengers all turn to look at her. It hurts them to see her so fragile and weak. Harper rubs her arm, nervous under their stares.

"Hey, kiddo. How are you feeling?" Natasha smiles softly, concern evident in her eyes.

"A- alright," Harper shrugs a little, as Jayce parks the wheelchair at the table, sitting down next to her.

"It's good to have you back, Lady Harper." Says Thor, flipping Mjollnir in his grasp.

Harper looks over at him, but stops momentarily when she sees Loki. In a split second, she grabs Nat's gun- which had been lying on the table in front of Nat. Harper stands, kicking her wheelchair back. She clicks off the saftey, aiming it at the raven haired god. 

Loki raises his hands in surrender, his green eyes locked on Harper and the weapon in her hands.

Captain Marvel summons a small ball of light/energy, throwing it at Harper. Harper easily dodges it, taking a few shaky steps back.

"Harper, put down the gun." Tony stands, as do the other Avengers.

Harper glares at Loki, frost starting to spread on the metal of the hand gun.

Peitro comes at her with his speed, twisting her arms behind her back. She kicks, thrashing in his grip. Harper's kick lands on his shin. Peitro let's go out of surprise. Harper drops to the floor, kicking his legs out from under him. She ices his legs to the floor.

As Steve grabs his sheild, Harper makes a sharp peice of ice rise from the ground to skid it away.

Harper stands, frost coating her fingers. She makes a ton of ice rise from the ground so the other avengers can't get to her. She faces Loki, summoning two slabs of ice.

Loki summons two daggers, "You don't have to do this, mortal."

"... You killed my dad... And I want revenge."

Guess who's sick and has a killer headache? ... Me