ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴋ'ꜱ | Avengers POV | ON HOLD

SIXTEEN: Letting the dust settle

It had been a week since everything went to shit and to you everything still was shit. You refused to leave you room, only having actual contact with your mom, refusing to see anyone else. That was until..

*knock knock*

"Who is it?" You lift your head out from under your covers. It was 1pm but you hadn't gotten out of bed yet, but if you're honest with yourself you only left it to use the restroom.

"It's just me sweetie" Pepper says making her way into your room with a tray of food. "Look it's your favourite, cheeseburgers." She says placing the tray down on your vanity. "I'm not hungry."

"Ariana you haven't eaten properly in over a week now, you need to eat." She makes her way over sitting on the side of your bed rubbing your back as you lay back down on your stomach burying your head in your pillow. "Mom I'm really not that hungry." Just as you say that your stomach lets out a loud roar. "Hmm..." Pepper raises an eyebrow. "You're stomach says differently." You lift your head off your pillow dragging yourself up to a seated position. "Fine." You get up and move over grabbing the tray with the mini cheeseburgers on. You quickly devour them much to Pepper's satisfaction. "See much better. Now please can you at least get up and put on some fresh clothes." She leans in kissing your forehead. "Okay mom. Will you come sit with me later?" She let's out a faint smile show. "Of course honey. I'm bringing Morgan too. She's desperate to see you."

"Okay I can't wait." Leaning in hugging her tightly. She then picks your tray up and makes her way to the door, turning slightly. "See you soon okay?"

"Okay mom." With that she swiftly leaves you alone in your room. You sit there a moment before shooting up and dashing for the toilet, you can't get the toilet lid up quick enough before shoving your fingers down your throat bringing back up the cheeseburgers you'd not long devoured. The thought of eating and when you actually ate made you feel physically sick. Like you didn't deserve to be fed. Since your argument with Tony all you felt towards yourself was self loathing and disgust. Like what be said was true despite Ryan's words being a lie. You did feel like a dirty whore who deserved to be punished.

*Steve POV*

She's being sick again.

Steve comes out his room he can't take it any longer. He gets to yours door and is about to knock. He raised he fist inches away from the door them stops. He lets out a deep sigh.

I can't confront her, she hates me enough already, man what am I going to do?

He bows his head slowly lowering his fist before turning to the right and heading back into his room.

For the past week Steve himself was struggling to keep a clear head and focus properly. He too wasn't eating properly but not to the extent of how you were coping. He knew what was going on but he didn't know how to approach the situation. Does he tell the others and risk a further fall out with you. He felt trapped in a damned if you do and damned if you don't situation. He was so lost.

*Ari POV*

Another few days had passed and you and Pepper did the usual routine, she'd come drop food off, you'd eat it and as soon as she leaves you'd throw it straight back up. Another day passes but today is very different.

6am
"Ariana get up." You groan as you Pepper enters your room dragging the covers off you.

"Mom go away" you groan grabbing yourself pillow placing it over your head.

"Nope get up. You're sulked enough now. It's time to get back into the real world." She grabs the pillow from your head.

"Mom!" You shout slowing pulling yourself up. "20 minutes, get up showered dressed in gym clothes and meet me in the main room by 6:30. Understand."