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Chapter 37 ~ Peace offering

Recap:

"I don't forgive you." 

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Reyna couldn't hide in her room forever. Of course, she knew that. She just needed time. Almost a week had gone by since the team overstepped her boundaries, and the mutant had spent it in complete solitude inside her room. She didn't even let Loki in, too scared she might lose her head. It had been many too close calls to risk anyone coming close. Not that she was very keen on the idea, anyway. Yet she had managed to stay more or less conscious during the many horrifying episodes reminding her of memories she barely recalled. Many times she had found herself sitting on the floor, clinging onto Enyo for dear life as her mind fought against itself. Sometimes for hours on end and sometimes for just a second. Once an episode calmed, she kept herself occupied with cleaning up the pool of blood surrounding her. Reyna felt like shit, but at the same time, there was a sliver of pride poking through the ice. She had managed to outright refuse a direct order from Steve. It had not been easy in any meaning of the word, but she had done it.

Much to the mutant's annoyance, people kept knocking on her door and tried to enter her safe space to apologize, comfort, or deliver food. All attempts at contact were shot down brutally. At one point, Clint tried to enter her room through the vents, almost landing on her when the lid gave way. By then, she was seriously considering implementing mental locks on the lot of them, just to make sure they would leave her alone.

The team didn't know what to do. Thor, Loki, and Bucky had been berating them for a week straight, but not even those three had gotten any contact with the mutant. They were all growing increasingly worried about her well-being. The food they left remained untouched outside her room, just like everything else they left her. They couldn't even go in to check on her. Those knocking on her door being sent away with harsh threats and those more persistent to enter had come back with bruising and other lesser injuries. Clint's case was one of the worst. Natasha found him in the middle of a horrible episode after his attempt to enter through the vents. The archer had been a complete disaster for almost two days, episodes coming in intervals not even Wanda could quell. After that, nobody got near the room willingly other than to leave food, and the harsh smell of iron reeking from behind the door sure helped to act as a deterrent. The first time Bruce had drawn the lot, he had come running down the stairs in a frenzy thinking Reyna had harmed herself. Loki had to forcibly sit him down and explain how Reyna grounded herself from a flashback. And Loki, the poor thing, was a wreck, snapping and glaring at anyone who dared come near him. He did his best to stay calm and hide his anxiety about Reyna rejecting even his company, but it was painfully obvious that he had taken a hard blow.

At 15:30 on Friday, a lively teenager came bouncing into the living room, oblivious to the tension polluting the air.

"Hi, everyone!" Peter greeted the people spread about the room.

"Hello, Peter," Natasha answered warmly, thankful for the little ray of sunshine that somehow always managed to lighten everyone's mood. She then slammed the ballet shoe she was working on into the coffee table, startling the godly brothers and waking Clint, who had been dozing off next to her.

"Where's Rey-Rey? I need some help with a project," the teen searched the room for the Latina. Loki looked up from his book again.

"Rey-Rey?" he asked from his catlike position in his armchair, brows knitting together.

"Oh, it's a nickname I made up for Reyna. She started calling me Aranho for some reason, so I had to come up with something. I have no idea what Aranho means, but it probably suits me well. So, where is she?" Peter explained with the same enthusiasm he always had.