(A/N: This story contains people being K.I.A. a.k.a. being Killed In Action. If you wish to not read such content, please skip chapter and message me for details on what exactly happened if you chose not to read due to the deaths.

If I get anything wrong when I talk about Tammy being in the Marines, please tell me it would greatly appreciated

Also, I cried while writing this chapter so, yeah, just gonna post this and leave this here an go to bed)

I stayed with Bruce that night, like I did when I was a kid. We had argued like children when it came to who got the bed but in the end Bruce was sleeping on the floor and I was sleeping in the bed. Clint was in the room when I had woken up but I ignored his attempts to come near me. I knew that it was just a dream but it still felt so real to the point where I was paranoid that Scale was going to burst into the room or that Clint was going to snap and come after me again.

I hadn't told anyone what had happened. Bruce said that I could tell him when I felt like it, though he gave off the vibe that he wanted me to tell him right then and there.

No matter though. I'm currently laying in Bruce's bed, wearing a black tank top and a pair of Bruce's boxers that said, 'Underneath This Is The Incredible Hulk' on either leg and it had arrows pointing towards the crotch. He said that it was a Birthday gift from Tony. I can feel myself starting to fall asleep, but then fear strikes through me, reminding me that if I sleep I may get another nightmare.

Then again, if I don't get sleep, Bruce is going to interrogate with me until I tell him why I didn't sleep. Even though the fear still rushed through me like never ending waves on a beach, I could feel myself drifting into sleep. My eyes closed, not to sleep, just to rest them.

There was a loud bang and I opened my eyes and shot up in bed.

"TAMMY! ANSWER ME DAMMIT!" A familiar voice yelled. I looked to where it was and my jaw dropped.

It was Christian, one of my friends from my unit in the Marines. He was squatting inside a small brick shed. From where I was I looked to be laying in dirt behind an eroding brick wall.

"BANNER!" He yelled. I ran over, stumbling over my own feet. It was then that I noticed that I was in my old Marine uniform, and that a gun was strapped to my back. I was covered in blood but I don't know why.

"What took you so long? Jeez, Red is getting treated, got shot. I thought you got shot, but you obviously answered when I yelled and came over." Christian said.

"Red?" I repeated, amazed.

"Yeah, Red. Ya know her! You were just sitting in her lap last night drinking a beer!" Christian said.

"Yeah, yeah, I know her. She's my best friend. . ." I said. This was so confusing. Red, a.k.a. Gwen Heath, was a fun red-head who was one of the only ladies in my unit other than me. Her, Christian, Luke, and I would hang out whenever we were able to. I looked around Christian and didn't see Luke anywhere.

"Where's Luke?" I asked. Christian gave me a look of confusion and sorrow.

"Tam, he was right next you. . . He got shot Tammy. You tried to treat him yourself behind that wall, but you couldn't get all of the bullets out of his stomach without clawing him open. You held him as he bled out. You're covered in his blood. How do you not remember? This all happened just five minutes ago." Christian said. My eyes went wide. I looked back to where I used to be laying on the ground, and saw Luke's body. There was a pool of blood surrounding him. Tears sprang up into my eyes, I covered my mouth with one of my hands.

I remember this.

This was the day that I said that I was absolutely done with war and the Marines.

This was the day that I lost all of my friends. Red doesn't make it, there's too much shrapnel left behind from the bullet, leaving her to die. Luke, shot in the upper abdomen multiple times, bleeds to death. Christian, shot in the head. As my vision becomes blurred with tears, Christian is still giving me a look of confusion.

"Tam, are you alright? You're not acting like yourself." He said.

"Christian, whatever you do, for leave this shed." I said, very serious though my voice cracked.

"Why? The other side is starting to seize fire. Can't you hear it dying out?"

"Christian you're the one that's going to be dying if you walk out of here!" I cried. I didn't want him to die again. Maybe I can prevent him, and when I wake up, he'll be alive and we'd be together.

"Tammy, you're not acting like yourself." Christian stopped. "Hear that? They're retreating. We can walk out now." Christian pushed past me. I closed my eyes and covered my face, not wanting to witness the awful scene of my best friend dying again. I looked up from behind my hands when I didn't hear any shots. There stood Christian, smirking, his helmet off and exposing his brown hair that was sticking up with sweat.

"See Tam, I'm fi-" Christian was cut short. Gun fire was heard, and then there was the thud of the man's body hitting the ground. I shuddered, holding back the screams of pain that were bottling up inside of me. I buried my face in my hands again, slowly rocking to try and comfort myself as I cried into my gloves. Why am I dreaming this? I've tried to block out my awful experiences of war out of my mind and I successfully did. Why are they flooding back to me all of the sudden? Just why is this happening? I pulled my hands away from my face and did in fact hear the other side retreating.

I crept out from the brick shed and kneeled beside Christian. Blood was dripping out of his skull, his brown eyes open. I closed them, and leaned down, softly kissing his forehead. I then trudged over to Luke, pulling his helmet off, he hated wearing his helmet. I kissed his forehead as well, saying my last goodbye. I couldn't do this with Red, she would already be dead by the time I got back, and her body would be gone. This nightmare was the worst of the other two I had earlier. Making me relive my past like this. I pulled off my gloves, and took off my helmet, wiping my face of tears.

"You guys don't know this, but I'm going to miss you guys so much. . ." I muttered leaning against the eroding brick wall.

"I'm gonna miss my little brother," I looked at Luke, "I'm gonna miss my red head." I looked up at the sky, picturing Red.

"But, I'm gonna miss you the most Christian. Ya wanna know why? Because I never got to tell you how much I actually liked you. . . How much I loved you. . . And now, you're all gone. Never to be seen again. Never to laugh again, never to drink beers again. Never to have fun." I could feel myself start to break down, I surprised myself when I hadn't done so earlier. The tears were non-stop now.

"I'm just- I-I'm gonna miss you. . ."