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All rights to the Owners: Avengers- Marvel, Story- mine, You - you.

    The morning’s sunrise was a breathtaking display of radiant colors. Bright streaks of red, pink, and orange slowly overcome the navy and purple of the twilight. All the colors blended perfectly into each other as the sun itself was just peeking out of the watery horizon, and its brilliant rays shining brightly. You marvel at the sparkling reflection of the sun on the glass towers of New York city as you flew overhead (feather color) wings spread wide.
Breathing a relaxed sign against the slight chill of the morning and rhythmic beating of you wings, misty breath seemingly spelling your thoughts in the autumn sky.
    "The silence in the city is a welcome change compared to the 12:00 lunch rush," you think happily.
The tranquil sky, suddenly disrupted by the sound of air whizzing around a heavy flying object, caused you to pause and look about.
A shot of wild light along the nearby towers barely registering before a large burst of pain hit your chest and continued to unwilling carry you along it's path. The speed although not unusual for your daily travel made agonizing by the odd angle and bulldozer further smothering your ribs.
    Growling and flapping wildly in an attempt to loosen this strange projectile in the ferocious currents. With a quick glimpse of the incoming Stark Towers and the realization of the missile like projectile brought on a increasing shot of terror that Thor's hammer is actually going to break through the windows to the owner's hand.
After seconds of fierce struggle passed to no fruit you moved to mold your body into a shape as small and close to that of Mjölnir as a brace to the oncoming glass and concrete.

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    When you hit the glass you did not hear the gasps of surprise or feel the shattering of window or wall—one never does when a hit goes home—but you heard the devilish thud of your body slamming into the ground. The roar of splintering, snapping, cracking concrete and bones piercing the air.
Rising from the ground with a multitude of fluttering wing and flailing limbs, You stand griping your torso tightly but light enough not to further hurt yourself. Sending a hellish glare from between the (h/L) (h/c) bangs covering you eyes to the previously fighting Avengers and gasping out a "Bloody Hell." As your knees collapse and you crumple into the ground; bloody and broken wings blanketing the fall sticking out in odd angles.

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The shadowed grey ceiling was far easier to wake up to then a glistening hospital filled with the smells of your nightmares, and the low sound of Voltaire playing from somewhere in the room made waking up an enjoyable feat despite the growing pain slowly filling your mind.
The peace was only broken by the occasional steady intake of breath coming from somewhere to the left.