Beep! Beep! Beep!
I groan, what is that annoying noise! I want to sleep! I try opening my eyes but quickly shut them, due to the brightness. I'm sooooo not a morning person. I try again and this time succeed. I look around the room and see Peter slumped in a chair snoring softly. Out side the room I see tony talking to a man with a clipboard.
What happened.
I look to Peter.
"Peter," my voice comes out extremely scratchy and quiet. I inwardly cringe at the sound and look for a glass of water. I spot one on a nearby table and I try to reach for it. I let out a strangled noise and my side bursts into pain. Peters head instantly shoots up, and Tony with the man turn to look in surprise.
"Kitty!" Peter's face lights up and I smile at him wincing.
"Water," I croak.
"Oh right! Sorry," he reaches over and hands me the glass, I gulp down the water and smile satisfied. The door creaks open and Tony walks into the room the man right behind him. Tony looks down at me and sighs.
"Look, I admit you aren't some evil villain," he starts, "we might actually need people like you in the Avengers, but we don't need you getting hurt," I smile but then frown at the last part.
"I'm fine," I say confused.
"Kitty," Peter sighs.
"What?" I ask.
"You have three broken ribs one which punctured your lungs, hence the tubes, and you've been unconscious for three days," I reach up to my face and find that there are indeed tubes there.
How did that happen?
"Okay," I speak slowly, "but I did save everyone in that building, correct?"
"Well yes-"
I interrupt Tony, "then what's the problem?"
"You could have died!" Peter shouts.
"But I didn't!" I shout right back at him, "look," tears start rolling down my face, "I've been called evil my whole life! I was forced to live under constant surveillance because of my family's history, but I want to help people! I won't hesitate to save someone even if it means I die, I've risked everything to come here!"
Peter and Tony stare at me wide eyed not knowing what to do as I sob finding it hard to breathe my ribs rattle.
"I know you're upset," the doctor starts to talk to me, "but you need to calm down," he speaks softly and I nod. "Now," he says, "what's your actual name?" He says with his pen ready staring down at the paper.
"Fortuna,"I speak softly looking to the ground.
"Luck," he says surprised looking up at me.

(A/N fortuna is "luck" in latin)

"Yeah," I blush crimson looking at the ground.
"Right," the doctor smiles before flipping through his papers, "you should be ready for release in about a week," I sigh.  He and Tony walk out of the room leaving me with Peter.
"Hey," I say softly
"Hey," he responds sadly.
"I'm sorry for nearly dying and all,"  I look down at the sheets.
"It's okay, just never again kay?" I nod and smile eagerly.
"Want to play a game of toad ball?"
"A game of what?" He looks horrified. I sigh,
"Never mind". He looks confused but quickly his face lights up.
"How about a game of bubble talk?"now it's my turn to be confused. "I'll teach you," he promises.
"Okay," I smile softly.
"TONY!!!" He shouts as loudly as possible. I wince and reach to plug my ears as he does it again. I find one of my arms is in a cast and the other hurts to lift. I sigh loudly as Tony runs into the room looking alarmed. He then flares at Peter when he's made sure there is no danger.
"Seriously kid?" Tony raises his eyebrow annoyed.
"We are playing bubble talk." Peter states calmly, not phased at all. Tony rolls his eyes, and pulls up the stool.
"Alright," he rubs his hands together excitedly.
This should be interesting.

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Hi! Just as promised a new chapter, sorry it's short,hope that's ok. Anyway please vote, comment, and share!