Wild Cat

Chapter four

Everything that was happening around me felt so muffled and distant, like it wasn't in the same world I was in. The memories I tried so hard to suppress were resurfacing with just three spoken words. "You're all killers" were the words that brought me to where I am now. A mess, a broken, crying mess.

I felt a shake to my shoulder, I look over to see Clint trying to tell me something, I can't tell what he's saying. I shake my head to bring me back to reality. I hear guns going off and the shattering of glass.

"What'd I miss?" I wiped my eyes. "Robots bad," was all he said before going back to the fight.

I shift into a cougar and leap off the balcony onto a bot that was coming for me. I rip off its head with my mouth. Using its metal body, I jump onto another one. And take it out the same way. And a few more too. Soon we've taken out all the bots but the one from earlier.

"Well, that was dramatic. I know you mean well, you just don't think it through. You want to protect the world, but you don't want it to change. How is humanity saved if it's not allowed to evolve? With these? These puppets?" It grabbed one of the helper bots and crushed its head. "There's only one path to being saved, the avengers extension," Thor threw his hammer at it destroying it. "I had strings but now I'm free."

We all went to the lab and talked about what happened. What Ultron, which I soon found out was that thing controlling the helper bot and was made by Tony and Bruce, did and what we should do. There were a lot of attacks at Tony made by a certain prince. And a few followed after with their own. Steve told us that we have to look for Ultron and make the world smaller.

After that, I broke away to my room and got everything I needed before turning the water on hot then got into the shower. Everything was fine until I was rinsing out the conditioner. They kept on flooding back into my head. The missions. The faces. The screams. The terrible, horrible, some even ear splitting screams. To be reminded of what I did, what I was forced to do. It makes me sick.

I need to stop thinking about this. What's done is done and I can't change it, so brain you better stop bringing it up. I thought as I got out of the shower and got dressed in a black shirt with blue jeans, sneakers, and the green hoodie Clint got me for my birthday last year. I open the door that leads to my bedroom and jump out of my skin as I see Clint sitting on my bed.

"GEEZ!! What are you doing in my room?! How'd you get in- You know what, never mind that. What do you need?" I asked, sitting on my bed next to him.

"Are you okay?" He looked me in the eyes die serious. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Soph, I know you're lying. You fidget with your fingers when you lie, like you are right now," I looked down and sure enough, I was. "Now please, tell me what's wrong so I can help."

"Um.... Well...," I tried to talk but it's hard to talk about this. I tried a few more before I stopped trying. I can't talk about it, it's too hard. Too painful. And will he even understand?

"It's okay if you can't talk about what's wrong," he said as he hugged me. "When you're ready to talk about it, you can come to me, okay?" I nodded into his chest as my arms wrapped around him.