Are you sure you're okay...?" you asked with a trembling smile.
"Aye... It's just taking a little longer than usual for my injuries to heal. Less than a week and they will be healed completely. There won't even be obvious scars..." Your eyes widened when you noticed a small trail of crimson liquid run down the side of Thor's neck,
"T-Thor, your head..."
"It's fine..." he insisted.
"No it's not. You're bleeding." Your other hand passed through the gaps in the bars, allowing you to turn Thor's head to one side to get a better look at the gash in his head.
"It is only a scratch..." He gently pulled your hands away before lowering them to slip back between the bars. You raised a brow.
"Tis but a scratch, right...?" you asked with a small, sad smile, trying to hide the tears of guilt forming in your eyes. However your guilt was short lived because Thor's confused look made you feel like a complete fool. You sighed softly. "Never mind, I'll go find some bandages... Just stay here, okay?"
"I wasn't planning to go anywhere..." Thor said with a grin. How could he be so chipper at a time like this? He was injured... He wouldn't be injured if it wasn't for you... and he was trying to cheer you up?! You pushed your worry to the back of your mind and stealthily left the room in search of medical supplies.
You walked around for a good twenty minutes, ducking between rooms, doorways, and shadowed nooks in the wall before you finally found a small supply closet. But before you could grab anything, you had to wait for the three arguing Chitauri soldiers to leave the small room. One of them stepped further out of the closet, forcing you to move deeper into the doorway of an unknown room. You were trying to hide behind the open door of the supply closet, but the Chitauri constantly moved around, making it nearly impossible to - - Suddenly someone placed their hand over your mouth, hooked their arm around your waist, and pulled you deeper into the unfamiliar room. You tried to scream, but your voice failed you.
You attempted to pull free of the unknown assailant's grip, but it wasn't working... You tightly closed your eyes, expecting and waiting for the worst to happen.
"Shhh..." a strangely familiar voice hushed you. You opened your eyes, allowing the tears of fear to fall. Your (e/c) eyes moved to the person behind you. In the partially obstructed light from the hallway, you were just able to make out the outlines of Johnathan's face along with his sandy blonde hair. You were surprised. He may have been tall, but he was also incredibly thin... how could he hold you back so easily? You mentally slapped yourself. Johnathan's physicality didn't matter at the moment. He was alive!