"What the fuck?!" Was what a few of the team exclaimed, or something similar when the German Shepherd dog turned into Samantha.

I darted over to her side and looked her over. She had a deep, angry pink scar on her throat. Where it had been slit.

"She's malnourished, she used too much energy that she didn't have," Bruce announced after he'd crouched beside me and looked her over.

"So this is what she meant when she said she was a monster," I mused quietly.

I looked up at Maria and Rhodes, "She needs a healer,".

Maria nodded, "We brought a jet with medical equipment just in case,".

Steve picked her back up without hesitation and nodded to Maria, "Lead the way," and with that, we all hurried to the jet.

There was a mutual agreement of 'We'll ask her how when she wakes up,' and 'We'll check out the rest of the base later,'that hung in the air as we jogged in silence.
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Night had fallen by the time we got to the jet Maria and Rhodes had brought for us.

Bruce, who was relatively unscathed, likely due to HYDRA not wanting his other side to come out, had started to dig through all of the medical supplies while Maria got us into the air.

Rhodes had retrieved a gurney from the wall and Steve placed Samantha on it, strapping the gurney sturdily in place.

I grabbed a shock blanket from Bruce and draped it over Samantha.

Clint and Natasha were stitching each other up while Steve tried to patch up Stark, who was silently working on his suit. Thor was, and had been silent throughout the ordeal.

Bruce noticed Thor sitting in the corner of the jet, "Go check on him, she's not going anywhere,".

I hesitantly stood and approached him with a medical kit, sitting beside him with the little box on my lap. "You seem troubled brother," I told him as I opened it.

A small smile crossed his face when I called him brother. "I am only troubled by the harm done to our friends. I am in hopes their spirits do not weaken, and that we will be able to heal all of Samantha's wounds. Both in mind and body,".

I sighed and nodded, patting his shoulder lightly, "As do I brother, as do I," I mused, barely loud enough for him to hear. I started to sew the deeper gashes that needed it.

When I was satisfied he was going to heal without difficulty or scarring, I stood and made my way over to Bruce, assisting him again with Samantha.