Prompt: After an eventful evening, Quinn has a long conversation with the guys about...things...(nothing inappropriate, don't worry)

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"Aww my sweater." I heard Steve complaining.

"Gosh. Thanks, Steve. Thanks. I didn't know you cared so much about me." My eyelids were still heavy and I was in an ambulance. The oxygen mask was still over your face, and when I talked it fogged up inside.

"Oh awesome. Wow, it's only been about twenty minutes." Clint checked his watch.

"Hey I think I left.....I left my beanie back at...um...your place? Can I have it back later?" I asked the air in front of me.

"You destroyed my home, I'm keeping your beloved beanie." Tony chuckled.

"Well c-can I have a....a new hat? Of any sort?" I requested, the words slurred a little and I tilted my head side to side in a dopey manner, "Did you know.....that...that. Mmm nevermind." I forgot what I was going to say.

"Huh?" Banner said, leaning in as if it would coax a word or two out of me.

"Body heat....uh...escapes....something...your head." I lifted my hand limply to try and draw out my thoughts but I got tired and put it back down. My words began to slip as I stayed awake longer. I felt drowsy and closed my eyes for a second.

"Hey, Nat," I held my focus on the roof of the ambulance to try stay awake, "Nat?"

"Yes?" I heard a falsified feminine voice in the background.

"She's not here." I realized.

"Yeah, you want us to take a message?" I couldn't tell who said this but it didn't really matter at this moment.

"Nah. But....but why'd you stop her? The gas wa-was supposed to be enough to kill me." when I heard the extinguisher stop earlier, it didn't run out or anything. It just stopped. Someone stopped her.

"Um...the canister ran out." Clint rubbed the back of his neck and his face distorted, not that I could see him, but this would've been a clear indicator that he was lying. I didn't need his facial expressions. I have the facts.

"No...no. It didn't run out, liar. One of you stopped her." I pointed a finger and let it swing around the room and my hand landed on my stomach when I finally stopped pointing.

"Well what did you want us to do?" Banner mumbled.

"I," I laughed softly, "I thought I made it pretty clear when I yelled for you guys to kill me."

Silence.

"Did they take my green jacket, too?" I was really fond of that jacket. I got it from my mom's things. It'd be a shame if something happened to it. My words were beginning to compose. I looked down, I was wearing it; well, some of it. Most of my clothing had burned off. Much of my skin was exposed, and I didn't notice, but I was shivering.

"Most of it's gone. I'm very sorry, Lady Quinn." Thor told me sweetly.

"Yeah, yeah. That's alright but I'm going to need new clothes at some point." I began to regain speech compatibility, the room stopped spinning, and everything stopped buzzing. I sat up straight, I'd've crossed my legs too if they weren't strapped to the gurney, I was almost instantly pinned back down by Steve.

"Hey, hey, what gives?" I held my hands up accusingly.

"Are you serious about sitting up, now? Does respiratory failure mean nothing to you? Your heart stopped, too. Stay there." Steve lectured me.

"Aww, you do care," I laughed, "It's funny, you know, because normally when I almost kill a person, they tend to hate me with a passion. I nearly killed you, my friend." I pointed at the super soldier. The minutes after I'd woken had passed and I could talk without losing myself in thought.

"And me. I was the original victim." Tony held his hands up to his chest to get himself some of this valued attention.

"You started it." I pointed out.

"Yeah..." he sank back into his seat.

"So, where we going?" I laid back casually.

"The hospital? I thought you'd be smart enough to put that together..." Clint babbled.

"And I thought you guys'd be smart enough to put together that doctors would question my ridiculously low body temperature and ability to set my limbs on fire." I sat yourself up and undid the buckles that bound my legs to the gurney. Whenever someone tried to stop me, I'd raise a burning finger as a threat. Clint scratched the side of his jaw and mumbled something I couldn't pick up. I stood up and dodged Steve as he tried to put me back on the gurney. I walked over to the exit of the moving ambulance and pulled off my oxygen mask.

"Now what are you doing. What. Are. You. Doing." Stark spoke up, wondering if I'd burn him if he touched me. The reaching motion of his hands faltered as he decided interfering would be dangerous on his part.

"Lady Quinn, I wouldn't suggest escaping. No more than a few minutes ago you were unable to breathe properly." Thor held up a hand to try and psychologically halt my actions.

"Yeah, well I heal quick. Okay, boys. If my timing is right, we'll be arriving at the hospital parking lot in about a minute." I said, completely disregarding the previous statements.

"Then what. What are you going to do." Banner said, his voice growing impatient, much like that of an angered parent.

"Be prepared for lots of questions and a potential press conference," I added on. I tugged at the skin of my palms, expecting for there to be a tight knitted pair of fingerless gloves.

"Did I destroy my gloves, too?" I asked, I stared reminiscently at my hands.

"Yes, and they needed your pulse." Steve informed me.

"Kay, so I'll meet you back at the tower in...an hour, an hour and a half?" I said, my hand on the emergency exit latch. I karate chopped away a hand that tried to pull me from the door.

"Lady Quinn, what you are doing is not wise." Thor warned.

"I know." I winked. I pulled the latch and flew backwards out of the ambulance. My head and hands ignited and stopped me from hitting the asphalt road. I whooped as I zoomed through the air. I was soon joined by Thor, who was originally meant to bring me back. Though, he saw how much fun I was having and joined in rather than following instructions. My head had cooled but my hands continued to boost me forwards (A/N: don't question the physics, it's a story).

"Flying feels liberating, does it not?" Thor opened discussion.

"Aw, no, it's way more than that." I said as I blasted my way in front of him. He caught up with me without trouble.

"Race you to the tower, through the broken window in the lounge starting, 3."

"2." he continued. It was on.

"1." The two of us flew faster than physics should allow.

Side by side, we fought our way towards the tower, trying to block each other off and trying to go faster and faster every second.

We crashed through the already-shattered lounge window at the same time and began debating on who entered first. We settled on a tie.

"Sh*t, did I do this?" There were scorch marks all over the marble floors, the walls were more cracks and crumble than wall, most of the furniture had been destroyed. There was a fire squad putting out the last of the flames. They were on the other side of the room and didn't hear or see me come in. Thor pulled me aside so I hidden behind the remnants of what I believe is a bar.

"Is there, like, an off switch for this thing?" I held up a heated hand.

"Probably not." Thor whispered back.

"Okay, I think we're good here. Stark can take care of the rest." I heard one of the firemen say. Pfft. Lazy. They left shortly after that. Thor and I moved over to the not-quite-couch, pushing aside bits of burnt wood and plaster dust. The door flew open.

"Hey. Hi. Yeah. I know, Pepper. I'm sorry. It's Clint's fault. He brought her home." In the back I could see Clint's hurt expression, which matched my own. Tony was on the phone with 'Pepper' explaining why reporters were piling up downstairs.

"House fire, I hear." I spoke up, I pursed my lips and went to sit on the floor, "Sorry about that." To my left is the elevator. Laying in front of the elevator is my red and purple beanie. You looked at it for a moment, thinking for a second about whether I should go get it or not. It looked depressing from a distance; a lonely hat sitting beside burnt waste. Tony picked it up and tossed it to me. I slid it on slowly, with great care, because it's a diamond necklace. It felt nice. Something to keep, something that is purely mine.

"It's good you're guilty. Makes you more human." Banner told me, leaning against a support pillar with his hand stuffed in his pockets.

"Humans aren't particularly exciting," I mumbled, lacing my fingers together, "I'd much rather be on fire all the time. For the first time in a while I wasn't cold."