Going Back

Why do you Hate Me?

"Um... does someone want to include me in the conservation? '' Peter babbled up behind us. "Why exactly do they want to see you?"

"They want me to not save Tony. Which means they are going to most likely threaten me."

"Probably, but we should get going. They don't like waiting." Rafael opened the barrier and I walked out. He signaled for the guard to take the band off. "It's really not necessary."

Now that the cuffs are off of me I telepathy Peter, "Peter listen to me carefully." I didn't even have to look to feel Peter's gaze on me. "Now that I don't have the band on, I can use my powers. I'll mind control the guard to drop the barrier, but do NOT leave. Let him take the band off of you and LET him put the barrier back up. So when they arrive back with me nothing will seem out of place. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Peter answered in his mind.

"Good, I'll see you soon."

"Good luck."

One mistake my siblings made was putting a person who can climb walls in the cell with an air vent on the ceiling. We have an escape plan in motion, now I just have to deal with my siblings.

When we turn the corner, we hear Oskar clicking his tongue. "Did Oskar punch you that hard, it took you three hours to wake up," Delia laughed.

"I woke up five minutes after I was brought to the cell, Oskar doesn't punch that hard," I teased.

"Your face says otherwise." I just rolled my eyes and ignored her remarks.

"We tried to warn you," Brandon voiced.

"Exactly we tried to warn you, so now we had to take matters into our own hands," Oskar sighed.

"You sound like you're actually upset about that Oskar," I laughed.

He looked me right in the eye, "I'm not happy about it Y/N. You're my family."

"I wouldn't call us much of a family."

"We want to protect you."

"STOP IT. I CAN PROTECT MYSELF," I screamed. Everyone's eyes widened from my outburst. "I love you all but you are suffocating me. Stop acting like you care so much."

"You just don't understand."

"No, I understand perfectly well. Let me ask you all something, why were we created? Why didn't the Cosmic Entities just create more stones? Why did they give us a heart, a brain, and a conscience if we can't use it?"

"We were created if the world ever needed us, what you plan on doing is something people want, not need, " Tamarra explained.

"So we can't give someone what they want just once? Look Peter and had a conversation last night and told me about Tony, and his desire to create a suit of armor around the world. We could be that armor. We could be the protection that not only the world needs, but the universe too." They shook their heads no except for Ralph.

"The creatures living in this universe are arrogant and cruel, they don't deserve our help," Oskar stated.

"That may be true, but they always end up in the middle of war, they can't fight."

"Well the universe has the Avengers."

"They can only do so much," I countered.

"We can't risk it."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Everyone, except for Ralph, looked away from me. This led me to my earlier thought that they were hiding something from me. "What are you hiding?"

"What makes you think we are hiding something?" Oskar debated.

"Call it a gut feeling."

"Well we aren't hiding anything, so drop it."

"No you are and I want to know."

"Drop it Y/N."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"TELL ME!" My eyes glow yellow and my hands are surrounded by a yellow mist. I decided this would be the best time to mind control the guard in front of Peter's cell. 'Open Peter's barrier and take off his band,' I said in my mind. Not only did I mind control the guard, I'm also reading Oskar's mind. A repetitive word that keeps coming up: prophecy. "What is the prophecy?"

"Get out of my head!" Oskar threw an energy ball at me, throwing me into a wall and breaking my read on his mind.

"Answer my question."

Brandon was the one to step up and explain it, to not only me but also Rafael. "When you both went to Earth, we went to Morag and we saw something there. A 'prophecy' almost."

"It was a writing on the wall," Tamarra continued. "To summarize, the Cosmic Entities created us to help those that need it, but if you disrespect them or do something that they don't like...they will take your powers away or kill you."

I was taken aback by what they said. I never knew that there would be a risk for my powers to be taken away. But to be honest, saving Tony and Natasha is a risk I'm willing to take. They deserve to be here more than my siblings and I. For the past ten years we have been enjoying life while the Avengers have been risking theirs. I can't live with myself if I don't help.

"So do you see why we are trying to make you stop?" Oskar questioned, sounding exhausted.

"So you really do care?"

"You are a major pain in the ass, but yes, I do care about you."

"I'm also extremely stubborn."

"Y/N, no. No you aren't doing this," Tamarra demanded. Everyone glared at me. Looking like they want to beat me up and throw me in the bottom of a well. Everyone except Rafael. He knows me so well that he gets why I still want to do it. But the rest of them definitely hate me right now.

"After everything they just told you, you still want to save Tony Stark. I told you she was too stupid to understand," Delia giggled.

"Yeah maybe she is," Oskar stated.

"Oskar!" Brandon and Tamarra said in unison. I just stood there quietly looking behind them all.

"It's my powers that are at stake, not yours. So let me do what I want to do. I'm not a child you have to watch closely. If my powers get taken away then I'll just continue living my life. If they kill me, well then I'll just be dead. This is my decision, so don't go making it for me."

Oskar glare on me deepened. Yeah he was definitely going to kill me. He called the guards over to take me back to the dungeons. They weren't very nice bringing me back but I didn't fight back because I don't want to start trouble...yet.

I finally arrived back at my cell. When they left I looked right at Peter and he showed me his wrist. I smiled because I see he doesn't have a band on anymore. Time to escape this hell hole.