•I Can Fix It•

•Healing you•

"You've only been their one day and you're going back home to that lunatic!"
I had been on the phone with my best friend and co worker, Oliver Lance, for the past hour. He was trying to talk me out of my not so planned out decision. "If you were here, you'd understand why."
"Natasha can't possibly be that bad."
"She's terrifying Oli. Trust me."
"How can i trust you when you make dumb decisions like this? Yelena is gonna know you're gone."
"No she won't. Unless you tell her before I make it miles away from here!" I said. I zipped up my last bag placing it on the floor with the rest. I hadn't intended on taking Venus with me even though I loved her to death. It was safer for her to stay here with a bunch of superheroes and not me who was running toward the danger and not away from it.
"I'll call you later O."
"Alright B. Be safe. Please." And with that the phone hung up. Safe? Yeah right. I was anything but safe. The window was the only logical escape. I had to get out without being spotted. Wasn't the best idea I've had but it had to work for now. I tossed the bags outside of the window, before throwing myself over too. And if there's one thing that I know, humans don't land on their feet 90% of the time. This was that 90%.
"FUCK!" Landed right in the rose bush. "Son of a bitch!" Alarms began to blare loudly for some odd reason. The compound has never done that before. Tony was at my location in a heart beat. "I found her." He said into what probably was his comms. "I see you have your bags packed. Couldn't have used those for cushion?"
"I didn't think of that, thank you very much stark." I helped myself out of the bush, brushing off what I could but most of the thorns had went in my skin not on my clothes.
Back to Bruce I went to get the thorns pulled out. Tony would say it was more efficient but I thought I did just fine on my own.
"Why exactly did you jump out of the window?" Melanie questioned. "I knew you weren't smart but THIS. This is pure stupidity and senseless."
"Landing in the bush wasn't my intent. If I had known I planted those stupid things under that window I wouldn't have jumped out of it."
"So you were going to jump out of a window regardless?"
"What did you expect me to do? Walk through the halls with duffel bags to the front door like everything was cheery." I scrunched my brows. "Yelena would've stopped me."
"Maybe that's not a bad thing. She's trying to help you Beatrice."
"I don't need the help. I don't want help. I want to go home."
"Than why don't you go home?" Tony asked. He wasn't very fond of me either. Just like Natasha, he believed that I was unforgivable. After all, I did say a few out of pockets things about him too so it wouldn't surprise me. Not one bit. Id be hurt to if someone talked down about me behind my back, judging and commenting on all of my flaws and imperfections. "Because Nick has arranged for her to stay here. She's safer and more secure here with us."
"Safer from?"
"From her husband." Bruce said doing air quotes.
"What's the matter there?" The man was clueless.
"She's being abused Tony." Melanie answered. "She can't go back because if she were to go, we're 99.99% sure that she would be beaten again."
"I could be in that 1.11%." I mumbled.
"Why didn't you tell someone? Tell us maybe?"
"Why does everyone keep asking that!" I groaned. "How could I tell you Tony? Did you just think I'd walk up on those stairs and openly say that I'm being beaten by the man that I thought loved me?! Well I wasn't.! This wasn't so supposed to happen! I'm not supposed to be here! But somehow and someway, I am. I am here and I don't wanna be because I know the pain I caused all of you!" The tears began to erode. "I can't take back what I said.! And I know I cant.! But staying away, far from here made me think that I was helping.! Helping all of you heal from the damage I did!"
"So you'd rather be hurt and have us satisfied.?"
"If that's what it takes, I'll spend every last one of my waking days in pain and agony.!"
The emotions had just began to flood out of me like water out of a faucet. Not a great example but it's the thought that counts.
I meant every word I said. But I'll admit, it could use some better execution. If me pouring my heart out to Tony didn't make him understand than I don't know what would.