Blind Success {Book 1 - Blinded Trilogy}

7 - Awkwardness and a Surprise 18th

"I am an Avenger and I meet my end with pride." "I'm going to meet mine kicking and screaming." Black Panther and Hawkeye, Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes

I swear whatever gods are out there, hate me. By the time we got back to Stark Tower I was bloody able to see again! Once again, I blame Loki. I've been blaming him for a lot of things lately. When we got back I didn't speak to anyone, just ran – or very speedily walked – to my temporary room. I get inside and slam the door shut before leaning my forehead against the rough wooden surface, sinking to my knees.

Slowly I stand on my feet and move into the bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror. Remembering the scar on my shoulder, I removed my shirt and stood in front of the mirror. I studied it a bit. The skin was raised, the color paler than my already pale complexion; a complex maze of small lines. I run my fingers over the gnarled flesh, hoping that somehow it would hold the secret as to how it got there.

Sighing in defeat I just stare at the scar in my reflection. I don't ever remember getting struck in my shoulder. It was a mystery. I scowled at the mirror before unhooking it from where it hung and storming out of the bathroom to the bedroom door. I opened the bedroom door before throwing the mirror into the hallway. I saw Becca talking with someone down the hall and they turned, looking straight at me when the mirror smashed. I threw a glare their way before walking back in my room and slamming the door shut.

Taking a few deep breaths in, I managed to calm myself down and then realized that I did that entire fiasco while still only in my bra on my top half. I groan and rub my face as I think about the cameras that Tony would no doubt have all around this place. Great. I slouch and plop onto the bed and scream into the pillow before sighing. That felt good to let that all out.

"Andrea?"

"Go away!" I shout into my pillow, not caring if Becca heard me or not. The door opened, squeaking on its hinges before shutting lightly. This time I sigh in annoyance. I get up and walk to the bathroom before Becca has a chance to get near me. "Fuck off Banner!" I shout through the door. Harsh, I know, but if there is one person not to be around when angered that isn't Bruce, it's me. I get riled up and say things I never mean. It's kinda like a sugar high. You stuff yourself silly on all the sugar and get all hyper and happy... uh 'happy' and then when it wears off you crash and burn. BOOM! It's the same thing with me and my anger. I'll get all worked up like with the sugar and then when I do calm down, all the guilt of the things I said hits me like a ton of bricks. SPLAT! Okay maybe not quite splat, but you get the picture. I crash and burn all the same.

I heard footsteps coming towards the bathroom door and I scrambled backwards until I hit the bathtub with the back of my knees, falling backwards with a scream and looking just slightly too big for the tub. Some of my hair had fallen across my face and I blew it out of the way when the door opened to show an amused Becca. "I thought I told you to leave." I cross my arms across my chest as I glare at her.

We just looked at each other for a moment; I was the first to look away. "I don't want to talk Becca." I grumble, closing my eyes when I feel the familiar prick of tears again, which in turn just made me seethe even more. I'm a bloody assassin and I'm crying! That just doesn't work!

"What's wrong Andrea?"

"EVERYTHING! I'm too fuckin' small and so... Not perfect."

"Since when did being perfect bother you?" I clamped my mouth shut before clumsily getting out of the tub and walking back into the bedroom. I stopped in my tracks when I saw Loki standing in the door, staring at me.