The Widows Daughter

Part thirty-nine

(Chloe's POV)

I don't remember much after I passed out.

I remember voices. Movement. But if you were to ask me who it was that I heard and/or saw, I wouldn't be able to tell you.

I remember a copper taste in my mouth. Probably blood.

I remember something cold, something salty, and the smell of Vibranium weirdly enough.

I remember the smell of cinnamon, peppermint, and baby powder.

The last one was weird.

It's funny what your memory can retain when you're not fully awake. It's kinda like watching a blurry movie that's missing parts of it.

The one thing I do know actually happened was that I didn't die.

But that's kinda obvious I guess.

The main thing I fully remember after passing out was waking up in a bed. I wasn't really sure if it was a hospital bed, but I was wired up to a bunch of machines.

My body felt stiff. I stretched and winced when I felt a pain shoot up my leg.

I pulled the blanket off me and examined the hole in my leg.

Ok, technically, there was a bandage over the hole, but still.

Before I even touched the wound I knew it would hurt. And it did.

A lot.

"You lost about a liter of blood. By the time we found you, it was up to about two liters. You're lucky to be alive." I looked over at the door and saw Mom standing there.

"I'm guessing this means that Christmas is canceled?" I joked but she didn't look very happy.

"This isn't funny Chloe! You could have died! You should have died! For the amount of time you bled for, you should be dead by all standards!" She yelled.

"Okay. I'm sorry. I get it." I apologized.

"This is the second time this year that you've almost died." She said in a dangerously low tone.

"I know. I know. But I'm fine. A little light headed. But alive." I told her.

"I'm glade you're okay. You are also grounded from any missions for a month." She said hugging me and I laughed.

It turned out that Mom had sent out a team to where we crashed. A little after that she and a medic team found us. I needed a emergency blood transfusion.

Only problem: I have a rare blood type apparently.

They didn't have any of it. Which I find weird. So, what did they do?

Mom called Clint. Apparently Cooper and I share the same blood type.

Didn't know that. Now I do.

It was close. If they had been any later, I wouldn't have survived. Thank goodness for Tony's super fast engines.

After my last close call, he upgraded them.

Apparently it was Christmas morning. And according to Clint, what started out as a more then lousy morning, turned into a more then celebratory worthy morning.