Swiftwind: For The Win

Nick Fury rushes into the training room right, distracting Rogers long enough for Swiftwind to nail him with a well-aimed kick to the gut. Recoiling, he glares at her. She shrugs and smiles happily. "That's five me, nothing you." 
"Enough of this. We have real matters to attend to." Swiftwind and Rogers watch Nick as he paces back and forth. "We've received intelligence that she is confirmed dead." he announces. "And no, we haven't told him yet. But he'll find out soon enough. She was found earlier this morning underneath rubble after one of those storms collapsed the building she was in. She was alive until just moments ago. I came to tell you that we found her, but, on the way here, the news came that she was gone. I can only assume that this is somehow your doing." He glares daggers at Swiftwind, who seems surprised. 
"Now, wait." Rogers puts in, "how is this her fault? She's been trying to calm this thing since she got here." Nick turns away.
"It is because she's here that this happened. Of all these so-called 'realms', she just had to stumble into ours and mess it up." Swiftwind sits on the ground and thinks.
"Well, where is her body right now?" she asks. Fury seems startled.
"In the infirmary. About to be transferred now." Swiftwind transforms into a cheetah and bounds out of the room and up the stairs into the main corridor. Passing several doors, she finally enters the infirmary, only to be met by Thor. He's leaning over a woman's body. Rogers catches up moments later, and lays a hand on his comrade's shoulder. 
"Just like my dream..." she whispers. She walks over  to where Jane Foster lays, lifeless, on a bed. Swiftwind looks at Rogers and smiles. "I can fix it." she breathes. Rogers turns to her, curious.
"She's already dead. There's no way." She smiles at him.
"I'm a Realm Traveler. My powers are to heal anything and control the air surround us. Furthermore, I can do all things, through Christ, who gives me strength." She stretches out her hands over Jane and mutters something in Latin. A bright flash of white overtakes everyone, and, when it fades, Swiftwind is gone. Jane's eyes flutter open, and she smiles up at Thor. Rogers, too stunned to move, just stands there, a tear slowly streaking down his face. Thor notices this, and sighs.
"What she did, only a true hero can do. To sacrifice oneself for the good of another is truly admirable." he concludes. Rogers clenches his fists in anger.
"But why?! First Peggy, now Swift." 
"She is a hero, it's what she does." They wait in silence for a few moments, until another burst of light follows. Swiftwind emerges from this light as it fades and smiles.
"A nice sentiment, but I'm not dead." Rogers rushes to her and holds her tightly. "I'm a cat, remember? Nine lives? I've only got five left, but who's keeping track anyway?" Rogers kisses her passionately. She backs up, blushing furiously. "I- er- um..." She shakes her head, trying to clear her mind. "Aslan!" she calls out. "Did you hear him? A hero! You know what that means?" Through the window, the sky turns blue again, and the storm clouds melt away. She hugs Rogers and kisses him back. "Challenge cleared." she breathes.