Chapter 13- Nightmare

  Everything smells weird. Like blood. And I can't pinpoint the other thing. Maybe... flowers? I look around. I'm in a plain white room. Everything seems peaceful. I feel... safe.

  But the safeness doesn't last long. I look around to see Nat, laying on the floor. Turning to dust. Thanos must've snapped.

"You... didn't... save... me..." Is all she manages to get out before she's gone.

"NAT!" I scream.

  I look around for someone. Someone who can help. And I run into Bucky. He looks at me. Hatred fills his eyes as he shoves me.

"You snapped! Now everyone's gone! And it's all your fault!"

"No no no no no." I say, "I wouldn't have."

"Well you did." And just like that, he turns to dust too.

  I turn around, looking for people. I see no one, still in the white room. I huddle into a fetal position and start crying. Crying for anyone I could've hurt. 

Someone walks behind me, "Get up. Stop wallowing in your self pity. It's a shame I had you as a daughter."

I look up to see Tony, my father, "Dad!"

"Don't call me that." He scolds.

  I turn around and somehow hear him turn to dust. I look around and start walking. I'm looking for something. A speck of color. 

"Ah!" Someone says behind me, "It's my darling daughter. The one and only self pitying bitch."

I turn to see Cale, my Stepfather, "I'm not your daughter."

He shrugs, "Tony seems to think so."

"Tony's dead." I say, tears crawling down my face again.

"And who's fault is it, again?" He reminds me, "Oh! It's the self pitying bitch, Abigail."

"No!" I yell, "You. You had to have done this."

He sighs, "Oh, Abbey dear. Abs. Abigail. Whichever you prefer. When will you ever learn? You did this, not me. Maybe, maybe I need to teach you a lesson. Time for punishment!"

  I start backing up, and I try to use my powers. For some reason I've lost the ability to snap. I can't move my fingers, and I can't run. My legs are frozen. Glued to the floor.

  He comes up and circles around me, deciding on what to do first. He pulls out a knife from nowhere. He brings it and slices my wrists. He then stabs me in the legs, knowing I'm useless without them. 

  Lastly, he brings the knife and stabs me in the abdomen. I start screaming out in pain, realizing I had no reaction before. He just smiles and turns to dust, leaving me to die.

When I wake up, all I feel is pain.

Tony's POV (10 minutes ago)

  I hear Abigail talking under her breath. The words she says makes me believe that she's in a nightmare. She's talking to me. And in a few seconds, she's talking to someone. Blaming them.

  I try and wake her up, but nothing happens. I look down to her. Then I notice blood pour from her wrists.

"HAPPY! TAKE US TO THE NEAREST HOSPITAL AS FAST AS YOU FUCKING CAN!"

  She starts to bleed more and more, and I put pressure on the wounds. Then, if that wasn't enough, blood soaks through her pant legs. On both of them. Happy seems like he can't go any slower, but I know he's moving as fast as he can.

  Then, she starts to scream. It mirrors a Banshee's scream, honestly. And then I notice blood seeping through her shirt.

"HAPPY! IS THERE ANY WAY YOU CAN GO FASTER? SHE'S BLEEDING OUT!"

  I try and shake her awake, even more urgently. The dream, nightmare, she's having seems to be hurting her in real life. Giving her the wounds. The faster she wakes up the better.

I breathe a little sigh of relief when her eyes open.

Abigail's POV

  It hurts like hell. And then I realize that I was in a nightmare. Not only that, but the nightmare hurt me in real life. My dreams are becoming a reality to me, apparently.

"Hey," My dad says in a soft voice, "You're going to be okay. We're on the way to the hospital."

  There is no time. Based off of what I can see through the windows, we aren't close enough. Using the energy I got from sleeping, I snap my fingers to get a needle and stitches.

  I go to the most delicate one first. My left wrist. It's deeper, but I manage. I sew it up, gritting my teeth in pain. I can see that my father's unsure about this. I then sew up my right wrist, lucky I'm ambidextrous. 

  I then go to my abdomen. Which hurts the most, but it had a less of a chance of bleeding out as fast as my wrists. I clench my jaw and sew that up, too. Lastly, I sew up my legs.

"Don't take me to the hospital." I say, "Take me to Banner. I'll be fine until we get there."

He doesn't look too certain, but agrees, "Happy, hurry to the tower. Avenger's tower."

"Yay!" I shout out, trying to distract myself from the pain, "You did it!"

He nods his head, "Are you sure you're okay? Happy, how long until we get to the tower?"

"Ten minutes," He answers.

  I'm glad it isn't any later. As soon as we get to the tower, dad picks me up, struggling. Luckily, he runs into Bucky, who takes me and rushes me to Banner.

"What happened?" Banner asks me.

"What I happened to me in the dream, happened in reality." I answer.

He's confused, "So, technically, your subconscious did this to you?"

"Well, Tony was there. He didn't do it to me and I didn't do it to myself." I reply.

He looks at the stitches, "You stitch yourself up?"

"Yeah."

He nods his head, "You did pretty good. I'm going to give you some painkillers, but then you should be alright. Just no walking around like last time."

I sarcastically respond, "Yes, dad."

He sighs in amusement, "You listen to your father. I'll take that as a compliment."

"No no no!" I defend myself, "He's just good at manipulating people."

That earns a laugh from Bucky, who's still there, "So what'd you dream about?"

I sigh, "I dreamt of my stepfather, Bucky. All of this stuff, he's done to me before. No one noticed, because I'm good at stitching things up so they don't leave too bad of a scar."

Bruce agrees, "When she first came here, her stepfather, father to her at the time, had stabbed her. In the abdomen. She was also stabbed in the calf. Plus, a concussion."

"I'm sorry." Bucky says.

I laugh a sad laugh, "Sadly, I'm used to it. And there's nothing you can do about it."

Bruce asks, "So what caused you to dream about him."

I shrug, "His doppelganger. He was at the press conference."

That got Bucky pissed, "Where is he?"

I roll my eyes, "Bucky, this guy is different. They aren't the same people. Their lives are different. You can't just go to him and kill him because he looks like my stepfather."

Bruce laughs, remembering something, "The funny thing is, when she told Nat, she said her father did it. Got Nat pissed when she saw the DNA, 'bout killed Tony."

Dad walks in at that moment, "Not funny. She almost killed me."

I laugh, "Not funny in the moment. Funny after, though."

The thought makes Bucky chuckle, "So that's how you figured out he was your father?"

"Yeah. He found out by me saving his ass." I say.

Dad replies, "Well, technically, if you weren't from the future and a world where we're a TV show, and Clint and some others hadn't attacked, then I'd be dead."

Bucky laughs, "No, Natasha would kill you and bring you back a thousand times."

I sigh sadly, "Yeah. Nat would."