Waking Up
Natasha tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt like they were made of lead instead of skin. She managed to open them for a second before they fell close again. Another try and this time they remained opened for three seconds. Yet another try and she managed to keep them open for longer.

She groaned. The last things she remembered were Tony hoisting her over his shoulder and her laughing. Then pain, heat and blackness. What the hell happened? Where was she? Where was Tony?

Her eyes opened again and she blinked a few times. The brightness hurt a little and everything was a little out of focus and blurry. She blinked a few more times.