[Her sleep has been poor since her return to Luceti, and in truth most of her nights have been spent not in slumber, but silently staring into the darkness, wishing the nothingness of rest might claim her. Brief naps here and there have kept her functioning, but they aren't enough, and by her third night back she's too tired for the thoughts to keep her awake.
She's no better off for it, however. The memories of what she's endured linger on, and in her dreams they have so many more ways to manifest. In sleep she can feel the fire and the pain, Extremis burning into every nerve and every cell and everything she is, changing her. She can feel herself falling, an endless drop, flame tearing at her flesh and blinding her eyes, but not before she sees his face. No, not before that clear image of Tony's hand outstretched, of horror in his eyes as she slips past him, drops down and down and down, all of it endless, leaving her helpless to do anything but scream for it to stop, please someone, Tony, make it stop.]
[May 22, Night] IM3 Spoilers
She's no better off for it, however. The memories of what she's endured linger on, and in her dreams they have so many more ways to manifest. In sleep she can feel the fire and the pain, Extremis burning into every nerve and every cell and everything she is, changing her. She can feel herself falling, an endless drop, flame tearing at her flesh and blinding her eyes, but not before she sees his face. No, not before that clear image of Tony's hand outstretched, of horror in his eyes as she slips past him, drops down and down and down, all of it endless, leaving her helpless to do anything but scream for it to stop, please someone, Tony, make it stop.]