The Chameleon [Avengers Fanfiction]

Chapter 33

Welcome back to another chapter. Sorry for it being a little late. There's nothing new, except that I finished the Maze Runner trilogy in approximately 2 and 1/2 days. Now I'm crying. (Plus the first movie. I- I mean I don't even have words. I knew it was coming but I'm crying anyways) Anyways, hope you enjoy the chapter.
-Abby

White blinded my eyes. I blinked, trying to get them to focus. The med bay. That's where I was. I looked around until I saw Peter beside me. He was sleeping, slouched in a chair, probably uncomfortable. And then all at once everything came back. My chest tightened and I gasped for air, not being able to breathe.

"Hey hey calm down." Peter was suddenly awake. "Breathe okay. Just breathe. In. Out." Slowly, my breaths became normal, and I slumped back on the bed, tears filling my eyes. Peter engulfed me in a hug and we stayed there, not saying anything to break the silence.

"Mia?"

"No Peter."

"I just want to know why."

"Peter." I sighed. "You wouldn't understand." He was silent. Until,

"You think I don't know what it's like to have lost people?"

"Yeah well at least you haven't killed anyone." He went silent, and I turned to him. "Have you?"

"You could say that. People I haven't been able to save." He swallowed hard. "Uncle Ben."

"Yeah well at least you didn't do it on purpose." He tried to interject but I cut him off. "At least you didn't have to watch your entire family get killed in front of you, only to get knocked out and rendered helpless. Get captured and trained to be an assassin, staring at 8 years old. And then kill people, 94 people to be exact. I'm a, murderer." I strung out the last word.
"So no Peter you don't understand. Losing Ma was the last straw. I'm a waste of space and a burden, and I kill everyone I touch. I don't even know why you keep me around anymore. Why haven't you dropped the act?" He looked shocked, and I felt slightly guilty, but ripped the IV and cords out, slamming the door open, and walking out.

Nat's POV
I told Tony not to, but I was secretly curious myself. So I told him we could take a glance, just check up on her. He pulled up the cameras and switched to the med bay. Bruce told us we weren't allowed to talk to her, even see her while she was in the med bay. By the looks of it, she had just woken up, and was talking to Peter.

"She's ok." I said, and Tony was about to turn off the cameras when she suddenly snapped at Peter. I glanced over at Tony, only to meet worried eyes. I groaned my eyes back on the screen as he turned to volume up.
"Tony are you sure-"

""Yeah well at least you didn't do it on purpose. At least you didn't have to watch your entire family get killed in front of you, only to get knocked out and rendered helpless. Get captured and trained to be an assassin, starting at 8 years old. And then kill people, 94 people to be exact. I'm a, murderer." Her voice was filled with so much pain I could feel it through the cameras. I didn't know what to do. This was Amelia. Our cheerful, funny little avenger, and now she was broken.

""So no Peter you don't understand. Losing Ma was the last straw. I'm a waste of space and a burden, and I kill everyone I touch. I don't even know why you keep me around anymore. Why haven't you dropped the act?" I felt on the brink of tears. How could she think that? She was in no way whatsoever a waste of space or air. But yet, there she was, relaying her thoughts to Peter, the horrible, sanity piercing thoughts. No wonder Bruce didn't want us to see her. He knew what it was like. Tony suit off the cameras as she stormed out of the room, most likely to her top floor. I was going to walk out, before I felt a hand in my arm.

"She needs some time."

"But what if-"

"Don't." It was barely a whisper. A plea. "Please." I sighed.

"Fine. But just, make sure." I said gesturing to the cameras. He nodded, and I walked to my room. I sat on the bed as the tears flowed, I had held them back for so long, and now they came rushing out.

Amelia's POV
I walked down the empty corridors, going nowhere in particular. It was a maze that seemed to go on forever. I looked down at my feet, hopping that I wouldn't run into anyone while I was walking, I couldn't take that. But my hope was shattered as a pair of feet rushed into view, and before I could stop, I rammed into the poor person. I desperately wanted to leave before they said anything, but no such luck.

"Amelia?" Loki. I just wanted to leave. I didn't want to see anyone.
"Amelia?" He asked again. "What's wrong?" I was shocked by the softness of his voice. Usually it was shouting or sarcasm, now it was soft and almost caring. I broke down right then and there, I couldn't take it anymore. I flung myself onto him, wrapping my arms around him, as he stood, frozen. Eventually, through my tears I felt arms wrap around me, and his chin rest on my head. We just stood there, in the middle of the hallway, for who knows how long. I slowly pulled away after awhile. I finally looked up at him and saw a wet spot on his shirt from my tears.

"Sorry." I choked out.

"Shh. Don't worry. I can buy a new shirt. Now whats wrong?" I just shook my head. "Alright. That's fine. You tell me when you're ready then." I nodded and he pulled me into another warm hug.