Genevieve's POV I cannot begin to describe how badly I slept last night. I can't stop wondering why Tony is acting so strange. Don't get me wrong, not everyone likes me. Most people don't. But for some reason it's bugging me that Tony is acting like this. I just hope it stops sometime soon because I'm already tired of it and it hasn't even been a whole day yet. Today we're going starting my training.
What's going to happen when they realize I don't have anything to train for? I've tried telling them but they won't believe me. I don't want to disappoint them. Will they have to kill me for knowing too much? Will I be locked up?Why in the hell was I even put in this situation to begin with? I miss being normal. I miss my best friend. My home. God, I even miss my shit school.
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I walk down stairs and go into the kitchen where everyone is already sitting down and eating breakfast. I notice Tony sipping coffee and reading the newspaper. As I walk in he lowers it slightly, looks me up and down, and puts it back up. Judgmental much? Peter looks up from his plate and smiles at me, "Good morning, how'd you sleep for your first night?"
I poor myself a glass of orange juice and put 2 slice of bread in the toaster. "Not bad actually" I lied and waited for my toast. I sit down at the table with my breakfast and we all eat in silence. Not an uncomfortable silence, besides Tony looking at me constantly. "So we're going to start training in about 30 minutes" I hear Natasha say from beside me. I nod my head in response. "We'll try to be easy on you" Rodgers chuckles next to her and winks to me. I roll my eyes and stand up. "Don't be. I want to get this over with. I'll be waiting out there" I put my plate in the dishwasher and head to the training room.
The rest of them shuffle in a couple minutes later. "Okay so what did Fury try with you so far?" Natasha asked. "He hooked me up to a few machines, had me try to focus, just stuff like that" I replied. They all whisper to each other and Peter look up towards me mouthing "Sorry". What are these idiots about to do? Rodgers walks up to me and grabs my wrists "What the fuck are you doing?!" I tried pushing him away but it didn't work.
Natasha walked over, what is going on? "No wonder you only have Peter as a friend. I don't know how he even stands you. Probably because you have a pretty face, huh?" I felt myself growing angry and I looked over to Peter who stared at the ground. Is it true?Natasha smirks "What? Cat got your tongue? God you're pathetic." I didn't respond, I was too angry. Rodger's let me go and patted by back. Is he bipolar or something?
"I'm sorry, we didn't mean it. Anger triggers powers the best. We were just giving it a try" he said as he walked over by Tony. "A warning would've been nice ya know." I brushed myself off and crossed my arms. Peter looked up from his feet, "Then it wouldn't be real. We need it to be." I let out a sigh "Yeah, you're right. Anything else we want to try?" Thor shakes his head, "No, too much in one day can cause too much stress. Well try again tomorrow."
Tony rolls his eyes and chuckles, all of our eyes moved to him. He walks to me and pushes me hard against the wall, putting both of his arms on either side of me. "Tony, give her a break. We all know this is going to be hard for her" Natasha puts her hand on his shoulder. He shakes her hand off and stares into my eyes.
"I've heard mommy issues can cause some nasty trauma..." he begins. My hands start to ball into fists. They don't know about my past but they know that I refuse to talk about it for a reason. "...and so do daddy issues.." he continued. If he's trying to make me plot his death, he's definitely approaching it the right way. "Dude, you're taking it too far. Back down" Rodgers grabs Tony's arm but he pushes him back.
"...I wonder how much it would fuck up a person to have both. Care to enlighten me? Poor little you, not getting enough attention at a young age. How do you handle it now?" He gives me a cocky smirk. "LEAVE THEM OUT OF THIS" I scream and shove him back. I hear gasps from Peter. I look over and the rest look as if they're holding back laughs. Not that I blame them. Tony was on the other side of the room with a dent in the wall behind him.
Did...I do that? I walk towards him and pick him up by his collar. His face was scratched and his mouth was bleeding. He still had that smug grin on his stupid face. He doesn't know when to stop. "I see anger issues came with the package. What else is there? Abandonment issues? Trust issues?" I'm not sure why but I lifted my hand, palm facing him. I notice the room turning red. A bright red flash covers the room and then everything goes black.
When I open my eyes, I'm in my bed. Did I dream all of that? God I hope so. I go to sit-up but my head starts pounding. I let out a whimper and lay back down. My whole body hurts. I guess it wasn't a dream. How did I not find out about this until now? I'm 17 already. I can't believe that Fury was right. I can already hear him bragging about it. My door opens and Thor walks in with a glass of water.
He gives me a smile, "Feeling any better? You hit your head pretty hard back there" he hands me the glass and helps me sit up. I cringe from pain and take a sip of the water. "Did all of that really happen? Do I really have powers?" I asked. He opens his mouth to speak but another voice answers from my doorway, "Yeah, quite powerful ones if i do say myself."
I turn my head to see Tony with an arm sling, bruised face, and an ice pack to his head. Shit, did I do that to him? Thor leaves the room and tells me to call out for him if I need anything else. "You look like shit" I laugh and lean against my head board. "You don't look the best yourself so I'd watch the attitude" Tony chuckles. He isn't exactly wrong, I feel like shit.
"Yeah well I look like this because of myself, not you. So I think I'll keep the attitude." He seems to be acting normal around me now, this could be a good sign. That doesn't mean he's off the hook for how he has been though. Tony rolls his eyes and stands up. "Can I ask you something?" I grunt before he walks out. He turns back again to me and nods his head. "What is your problem?"
He squints his eyes, "Excuse me?" Maybe I shouldn't have said that. "You heard me, what's your problem? There's something different with how you treat me compared to everyone else. I want to know why" I sit up in my bed. He lets out a sigh and looks into my eyes. "You're not that special, Genevieve. Don't look into it too much" and he walks out of my room. That's exactly what I'm talking about. He doesn't talk like that to the rest.
I rest a bit longer, just staring at my ceiling. I finally decide to get up and spend some time with the rest. When I got to the stairs I internally groaned. My body still hurts, this won't be fun. "Let me help" I turn around and Parker's standing there with an amused look on his face. He picks me up bridal style and webs us down the stairs. I close my eyes tightly, I hate heights. They're one of my biggest fears.
Him and everyone else were laughing at me, besides Tony. He was staring at Tony holding onto me and his jaw was clenched. Is that.. jealousy I see. No, it can't be. Peter let's me down and Rogers goes to comment about my obvious fear in heights. I put my finger to his lips, "Don't even think about it." We all sit around and talk for awhile. All of us, except Tony again. He's usually so talkative. Everyone else can notice his strange demeanor too. We all head to bed and just like last night, I can't get Tony off of my mind. What he said today, about my parents, was way too far. Why am I not as upset as I should be?
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