His World

𝟶𝟸𝟺.

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛.

𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜.

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Natasha and Clint were the first to come find me. When they walked in my room, they didn't make me talk about what happened. Instead they were purely friends who wanted to cheer me up. They did so by making me a plate of pancakes, and sparking conversations about anything else than what had just happened. When they left, Thor showed up. He didn't say much, as he didn't know what to say, but he knew the best thing he could offer was his company.

Nat had told Steve that for the time being, it was best if he gave me space. I agreed, knowing that I had nothing left to say to him. I thought I would feel guilty about what I said to him earlier, but I don't. The guilt in my gut is caused by the words I spoke to Tony. It isn't the first time we've fought, but this time I knew I had taken it too far.

For a while I contemplated going to talk to him. But every time I reached my door, I would turn away thinking about the words he said to me. How he chose to go just as low as I did, but my mind boggled because he was right about nearly everything he said. A shuffling noise came from my door that grasps at my attention, causing me to investigate.

A folded piece of paper rests on the carpet just in front of my door. I pick it up and walk over to my bed staring at it curiously. As I take a seat I unfold it to see the translated answers to the note I gave Tony. Attached to it is another paper that is written clearly in his handwriting.

I hope this helps decipher that letter of yours. I want to talk to you and apologize for earlier, if you'll let me. You know where I'll be.

I set both sheets of paper aside and bury my face into my hands. I found comfort in his note and a smile forced its way onto my face knowing how hard it is for Tony to apologize. I dematerialize the translated paper and leave the note on my bed before leaving my room and heading to the lab.

Tony sits at his desk, gnawing at the end of a pencil anxiously. He turns as he hears my footprints and he tries hard not to show the sorry look on his face. "I didn't mean the things I said." He says looking down to his feet.

I walk over and push myself onto the table in front of him watching my legs dangle not wanting to look at him. "The thing is Tony, I'm not mad at what you said. I was just... mad because you were right."

He hesitates for a moment while continuing to bite the pencil. "My dad truly cared for you. And I do too. I was wrong about that. And... I was wrong when I called you a monster. We've all done things we regret."

"Do you think Ultron was right about us?" I ask causing him to look up at me quizzically. "What if were not the hero's we think we are? What if what we saw in Strucker's lab is the effect of us trying to be the good guys?"

I could tell that question took him a bit by surprise, but he couldn't come up with a quick answer. In fact, he never gave me one. We ended up spending more time talking out our differences, but in the end we both sat gaping at the questions we don't have answered.

After a while the others began to join us in the Lab, their minds boggling with questions about Ultron. When Steve walked in, I noticed the guilty face he wore hadn't washed off one bit. In fact it seemed as if he has been beating himself up over it. I started to feel bad because I truly care for him, but the secrets he held behind my back and the fact he tries to hide who I am, overpower that feeling and the guilt disappears. It wasn't until I thought about how he forgave me from keeping the Devil from Below a secret from him for over three years where I thought about forgiving him.