Prosperous In Battle

20: Talk. Talk. Talk.

"Tilly, will you stop for a minute?" Yelena tried but Tilly continued to hit the boxing bag like it was her worst enemy. Completely ignoring Yelena she threw punch after punch with so much force. She's more of a kicker but I guess her leg was still hurting her from the other day. At least she was 'resting' it... well as far as resting goes for Tilly that is.

"Talk to us... Please." "There's nothing." She began and threw a hard punch making the bag swing. "To talk about." She said punching again. "You and your boyfriend broke up," Yelena says bluntly holding the bag in place. "So." "So emotions." Yelena tried. "Love is for children. I was being childish." She says no longer punching but walking away from us.

"She's completely heartbroken and won't admit it," Yelena says with a small frown. "Sometimes your just not ready for the pain." "Her not being ready got her into this mess," Yelena says walking away.

I go up to Tilly's bedroom. Since Bruce and I broke up the rooms got changed. Before the rooms went Tony and Peppa in the master and Morgan next to their's which hasn't changed. Then it was Peters room, Yelena and Tilly's, Wanda and Vision, Sam and Bucky, Mine and Bruces, Steves and then Clints. But Tilly has gone back into her old room (Peters room) I'm in Yelena's and Tilly's room, Wanda and vision are in the same room as before. Yelena has moved into Bucky's rooms, Sam moved into my old room with Bruce, Steve stayed on his own in his original room and CLint got a new roommate Peter.

It took so much organisation to get everyone happy with the arrangements and by happy I mean not killing someone they were sharing a room with. Tilly was happy to have her original room back, given the pick walls were painted over with a dull red and she immediately changed them. I knocked on her door. "I don't want to talk." She says as she pulled it open. "Okay," I say walking in and closing the door. I sat on her bed whilst she went through her closet. "What are you doing?" I asked her. "Getting Noah's things together, we're meeting up later. He has my boots and favourite hoodie." "Do you want me to take you?" "No, Tony said I could use the car. So I'm just going to take myself." "It's okay to be sad about this Tills." She didn't answer and continued to fold hoodies and t-shirts.

"How about I meet you in town after? We can go to the diner you like." "Not really hungry." "You might be later." I tried she had been in the compound for four days now, she's been skipping school too. And declined Tony's request to help him in the lab. "I'll be okay." She says picking up the clothes and putting them in the box that was on her bed.

"Tilly." "Mum. I said I'm fine!" She snapped at me. Which told me she wasn't fine. "He doesn't want me. That's okay. I was foolish to think he'd be any different from what I assumed in my head." "But he is different Tilly. He tried to understand." "No, he didn't. If he tried to understand he'd understand that I don't want to talk about my past." "But he needed to know." "What am I meant to say, mum? My dad raped my mum when he imprisoned her and then we were trained to spy and kill people and then we escaped and then captured and then I fought and killed people. Oh and not to mention I killed my father. Oh and by the way the reason why I have these marks all over my body is that I was held down and cut open when I refused to have sex with the man that is biologically my father. And I take down villains for a living. So get used to me running into a crumbling building to save someone her hanging off a building. What am I meant to tell him, mum! I'm a fricking used and abused assassin. Mum, what can he understand from that? Huh?"

"It's over." She picked up the box after throwing a ring and other nick nacks in it and left the room. She still saw herself the way he painted her, not who she is now. She is a medical student, she is sacrificing her life to save people, she is an amazing role model to Morgan. She is intelligent, funny, happy, caring, powerful strong. She is so much more than what he made her.