Abandoned

CHAPTER FOUR

"What's wrong with you?"

I was currently limping towards the fridge.

I scowled grabbing a pack of peas out of the fridge. I moved to sit on a bar stool and cringed at the pain. I moved the peas to my cheek.

"Bucky."

"Barnes did that to you?"

"Yes, Tony. Bucky bruised my cheek. You know he's been training me." I roll my eyes.

"I'm just wishing I had the chance to do that to you." He winked. "But, in all seriousness, is he pushing you a little hard?"

I just shrug. "Maybe. But, I need it. Can't expect to get better if my teacher let's me boss him around. Though, I'm not exactly a fan of getting hit." I move to stand up. "Or the soreness."

"Yeah, well -"

"What the hell happened to you?" Sam exclaimed walking into the kitchen.

"Bucky."

"Can you stop saying my name when people ask that?" Bucky glared, walking in behind Sam.

"You're the one who did it." I snap back.

"Not intentionally."

"It didn't have to be intentional, but you're still the reason my face is black and blue."

"You're so dramatic." He rolled his eyes, stepping around me, moving me in the process. I clenched my jaw at the sudden movement he made me do. "Also, we're training earlier tomorrow."

"No! No more running. Please." I beg.

He just stared at me, his face not giving away any emotion.

"I don't like you."

"Steve wouldn't have trained you any differently." He said. I immediately wanted to close up. I hated hearing his name.

"Don't." I warned him.

"You've got to move on."

I slammed the peas on the counter. "I'll see you in the morning."

I left and went outside. I used my powers to bring me to the spot that Tony had taken me before.

"Ah!" I screamed. Gathering energy in my hand and throwing it at a random tree, watching as the tree crumbled. I fell to my knees.

"I hate you. I hate what you did to me. I hate that after all this time you still effect me. I hate that you made Bucky feel like he needs to take care of me. I hate that I love you. I fucking hate you." I rant, staring up at the sky.

I felt overwhelmed with emotion as both my hands started gathering energy and my heart ached, until I couldn't contain it anymore. I felt it consume me as I stared towards the sky and I couldn't hold it in anymore. I let go. It reminded me a lot of when Wanda felt Pietro die. The pain of losing him was so agonizing, that she lost it.

It looked like that.

"Why?" I whisper to myself. "Why wasn't I enough?"