Kyra woke up with a strange morning call as an egg poured on her face. Once she opened her eyes after wiping her face, she saw an egg literally arrowed to the wall behind her bed.

"What the fuck?" She sputtered, spitting raw yoke out of her mouth.

"Breakfast," Clint said from her doorway. "You weren't coming down, so I brought breakfast to you."

"For future reference, I like my eggs sunny side up," Kyra informed him as she hunted for something to wipe her hands on.

"Gotcha. Kitchen's closing in ten. Come on down," he knocked and left.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming." Kyra went to her bathroom to properly clean up. No amount of scrubbing would get the dark circles out of her eyes, and she had no magic to fix her appearance. Thankfully, makeup was just as useful. She'd put it on if she ever left the tower.

"When did you get here?" She asked Clint when she joined him in the kitchen.

"Last night, before Tony left," he told her as he slid her a plate of eggs.

"Where'd he go?" Kyra asked, breaking a toast to dip into her eggs.

"California. Work stuff. Called me up to watch you."

"You mean babysit me," she scoffed, stealing his coffee mug. Her sleeve slid down as she held the cup with both hands, revealing scars. "They kick you off the field?"

"Eh, you save one kid and they give you another," he shrugged, eyes not leaving her arms.

"What'd you do?"

"Shoved him out a snowplow's way."

Kyra stifled a chuckle. "What? You don't know an actual snow god?"

"Yeah? How'm I gonna call? Asgard got mobile, or landline?"

She laughed. "Well, once Tony gets there, I don't know what he'll come up with," she slid him his cup back and he held her wrist.

"You down this bad?" He flipped her arm palm up.

Kyra traced the marks he was worried about. "Oh this? These are just burn marks from that one time I was abducted, remember? Back in 2012."

Clint chuckled. "Yeah. Our first get together. That was fun. How come I'm just seeing 'em now?"

Kyra rolled her sleeve down and continued her meal. "Because before I was hiding them with magic. And now I don't have it," she casually revealed.

Clint did a double take. "I'm sorry, don't have what?"

"My magic," she confirmed.

"You gave up your magic? What for?!"

"Well, clearly I wasn't making much good use of it. So I made a deal with Heimdall: he makes sure Stephen lives. I traded my powers for his life."

Clint was at a loss for words. "And you've known him how long?"

"Just this past year, but I swear it feels like forever. Like, somehow he's worth it to me, to give up my powers for him." She smiled at a memory. "On the night of the accident? I kissed him, hoping to make him stay."

"Dude...!" Clint fatherly chided.

"I know! It sounds wrong. But it was almost worth it. He was this close!" She demonstrated with her fingers pinched incredibly close. "But I guess it was his destiny to go."

"Alright, aright," Clint threw his hands up, not bothering to get into destiny and magic. "So, what's the plan now? What're you going to do?"

"I gotta go to work still, I guess. Just not the neuro department. Make them regret shutting me out."

Clint scoffed. "Magic or not, you're still Loki's kid. Speaking of the devil, where is he these days?"

Kyra smacked his shoulder with her drying towel. "I don't really know. Haven't heard from them in a while."

"Yeah? Saw your friend Selvig was running naked at the Stonehenge. Know anything about that?"

"Oh yeah! You're Thor's case worker, aren't ya!"

The agent laughed. "Since god damn New Mexico."

Kyra sighed. "I'm just so done with the mystical stuff right now. And, if they needed me, they would have come got me. Anyway, wanna hit the training room with me?"

"With you?" He asked pointedly with his brows.

"I don't have any magic right now..." she reminded him.

Clint smiled and lead the way. "Oh, you're on, kid."

Hawkeye was good, just on par with Captain America's little sister. She was good physically, and he was good with projectiles, which she struggled avoiding without magic. Smuggly, he used the opportunity to teach golden girl a lesson or two, literally.

Come five o'clock, Kyra dragged herself to the hospital. She didn't wanna see anyone there, no one from the neuro department, especially Stephen. They'd messed him up, and none of them let her help when she could have. Now she would let them suffer.

She clocked in and asked where help was needed most and went to serve there. It was a busy night treating walk-ins. It was New York after all.

"Need a time off from the usual?" Nurse Temple asked her as they worked beside each other.

"Oh my brain needs a break from the brain department," she sighed as she finished her sutures.

"You're not the famous intern, are you?" Temple raised a brow at her.

"Dr. Dawson works fine. Or Kyra," she smiled.

"Claire. So, how's the doc?" Claire asked her about him.

"I... don't know. Haven't seen him. I don't think that's the best choice of action right now."

Claire frumped. "I can't imagine what it must be like for him; from being the best to losing his hands. I'd be rightfully angry."

"I know," Kyra sighed.

"So, if you were good enough to intern for him, why weren't you in on his surgery?"

Kyra looked at her as if she'd accused her of murder, but let it go. "I fought to be on that team. But they don't let interns in on big surgeries on important people."

"But you're... you. I'd have bent the rules for you."

"Me too," Kyra smirked.

"I don't know about you two, but I'd sue," Claire suggested.

"Paging Dr. Dawson to room 221," the overhead announced.

"That's something to think about," Kyra cleaned up her place before heading out.

"I know a lawyer if you need one!" Claire told her as she left to answer the call.

Room 221 was Strange's room. She couldn't imagine what waited for her there. Couldn't be him calling for her, she doubted either of them wanted to face each other.

Thankfully Christine met her outside his room.

"Hey, you called?" Kyra asked once she approached her.

"Yeah. How you doing, babe?" Christine knew how involved Kyra was with everything going on with Stephen. She expected it to take a toll on the girl.

"Well," Kyra patted her hands awkwardly, "I made myself come in, so must be doing better."

"Good, good. I'm sorry for calling you in, but I'm pretty sure you're the only other person he won't kick out," Christine began.

"Why? Where are you going?" Kyra kicked herself for sounding so rough. Poor Christine had been stuck by Stephen for so long. And he wasn't his usual self these days either. The woman could use a break.

"I... kinda have a date. It's a dinner!" Christine quickly corrected herself, then sighed. "It's a date. One of the EMTs is taking me to dinner. If you don't want to..."

"No!" Kyra quickly cut in. "No, it's okay. You should go. You deserve a night away from him. Have a great time, Christine."

Christine sighed happily and hugged her.

"Anything I should know?"

"He won't talk, but don't feel bad. He won't talk to anyone. He needs a shave, I have his supplies in the room. Dinner will come by at 8 and you can try to feed him, but don't stress if he doesn't eat."

"Sounds awesome," Kyra rolled her eyes. "Anyway, send me pics of what you wear! You should dress up!"

"Oh, I don't know..." Christine dawdled.

"Don't do that to yourself. I got Stephen tonight, you go have fun. Don't worry about him."

"You're the best. Thanks for covering for me," Christine gave her a tired smile.

"Of course. Now get out of here," Kyra shoved the doctor towards the exit.

Christine ran off and Kyra was still standing outside the door to 221. She hadn't seen him since they wheeled him out of surgery. His set up broke her heart. But, she needed to watch him tonight, and had to do in person, without the magic she had given up to save his life. If she had known it would have been at the cost of his hands...

Kyra heaved and prepped herself before she knocked and peeked her head in. "Coming in," she announced as she walked in.

Stephen was in the center of the room, facing her when she walked in. His eyes followed her as she walked around the room. His face looked less beat up with the overgrown beard.

"God, it's stuffy in here, mind if I open the window?" Kyra let herself to the window, looking down at the emergency lights flashing outside the hospital. Without getting a response from him, she opened half the window and breathed in the cold air.

"Where's Christine?" Was the first thing he said to her.

Kyra smirked at the ambulance standing below her, then turned to Stephen. "She went home to freshen up."

"To get away from me," Stephen mumbled to himself.

"Why? You do something wrong?" Kyra joked as she grabbed his shaving supplies.

Stephen turned away. Kyra let him sulk and pulled up a chair beside him. He turned to look at her and she brought her hand forward with scissors, but he turned away.

"I'm sure you can do without more injuries, Stephen," she warned him, and he relented. In attempts to cheer him up, she showed him different facial hairstyles as she slowly worked away at the long beard.

"Not bad with a goatee, Doc!" Kyra mused, but Stephen just gave her a blank stare. She sighed.

"Mustache?" She asked when she broke the goatee.

"No," he said resoundingly and she quickly worked to shave it off.

"There we go, back to the old Stephen Strange!" She patted his clean shaven face.

"There's no going back to him. Not with these," he tried lifting his arms. Kyra looked down at his pinned up arms. The extra surgeries on his insistence hadn't done much better.

"They ruined me."

She would have sworn she heard him choke on a cry.

The open window let in a little friend. A butterfly tiredly beat its wings, seeking shelter from the cold.

"Look at that," Kyra pointed out as she held a finger out for the insect to rest on. "A butterfly in winter. They say it's a symbol for hope. And renewal."

The butterfly flew away towards the vent and Kyra smiled at its effort. "That was me not long ago. I was stuck in a cocoon not getting anywhere with what I was doing before. And then I found something else to do: you!" She quickly caught her words. "I mean, and I found you. Because I took up neurology." She chuckled, hoping the laughter would be catchy.

He didn't find it funny. It took him back to moments before his accident. Moments that could have kept him from being here today. What he wouldn't do to slap himself back then.

"I should have stayed," he whispered, and she heard it.

Kyra looked at him pitifully. "You..."

"You should go." He couldn't bare seeing her, seeing the future that could have been the same if only he'd listened to her.

"Stephen..."

"Get out! I don't want to see you. Go!"

She got up as his blood pressure rose, forcing a nurse to come in. No one tended to him without Christine.

"Do you..." the nurse awkwardly began.

"Just watch him!" She said and ran off.

Kyra couldn't breathe in the congested hospital. She shouldn't have come in today. She ran to the garage and sped out on her bike. She needed to be away from here. Far away.

It was cold, and raining just enough to cut. Even without magic, she was still Asgardian, so physically she would be safe. The opposite for how she was doing inside.

She didn't want to go to the Tower; she needed space. She couldn't go to the gym, which was 24 hours now. And who knew who was watching. And Sam had gotten himself a shtick and put himself on the radar.

Kyra rode around her neighborhood, avoiding any place associated with Cap. Her bike was running out of gas and the rain was starting to hit hard. Luckily, she was near her park. Kyra knew these streets like the back of her hand; she'd spent too much time on them by herself.

She barely parked her bike, and ran under the tree for shelter. She caught her breath and slipped against the tree, the stress finally catching up to her. She should have done more. Maybe she could have forced her way into his surgery. Maybe she could have been better with her magic.

"You sound like you could use a hug," a voice she wasn't expecting said from somewhere around her.

Kyra looked up to find Steve sitting in the tree. The moment she saw him, she began to climb the tree. She could use a hug.