❣︎ 1 ❣︎ Worth It All- Tony Stark's Daughter

Chapter 10: I Swear On My Abondoning Mother

Once we got back, Barton had already been there with the cradle. Was it a damn sacrifice? Because I don't see Nat anywhere. I'm about to throw hands with the next person who tries to talk to me.

I had my arms crossed on the table and my head buried in them. I was tired. I don't even know the last time I got sleep. I was so ready to just let my powers seep into my mind and make it explode.

"Anything on Nat?" Bruce asked, making my head shoot up. I wanted answers right here right now. She was also pretty much the only person I cared about.

"Haven't heard," just those two words made my head drop back onto the table. Tony watched me do so. "But she's alive, or Ultron'd be rubbing our faces in it."

"This is sealed tight," Clint said, referring to the cradle.

"We're gonna need to access the program, break it down from within," Bruce informed them.

"Exactly, dumasses. You can't just crack it open," I mumbled with my head still on the table. Sometimes, I think I need to shut my damn mouth. That's why people say 'think before you speak'.

"What's wrong with you?" Clint asked.

"Nothing, nothing, except Nat's missing, my head is pounding, I don't remember the last time I got sleep, I want to beat the living shit out of Ultron, but I don't even know what I'm going to do after all of this, everything just feels fake right now, and all I want to do is sleep and never wake up," I rubbed my forehead with the palms of my hands.

"Dj, when was the last time you ate or drank anything?" Clint asked as he folded his arms together.

"Or the last time you got sleep?" Tony added to the list.

All three of them kept adding to the list of things I needed to do to feel better, but I couldn't think straight. My head was hurting so bad, I felt lightheaded and my knees began to feel weak. My hands began to shake uncontrollably, as my breathing quickened. A wave of warmth hit me, making me sweat like crazy, but I was shivering like I was cold. I sat back down in the chair. One hand held my head as it rested on its elbow, while the other began tapping the table uncontrollably fast. Everything was enhanced. I could hear the faucet dripping from the kitchen downstairs. Every time I opened my eyes, I saw sweat that dripped from my face onto the table like I was looking at it through a microscope. I could smell the strong ass cologne Tony wore. Clint put his hand on my shoulder, making a searing pain travel through my body.

I quickly jumped out of my seat, knocking the chair and many cluttered items on the table over. Blue energy had surrounded my body like a shield. Using this energy made everything hurt more. I couldn't breathe and everyone could see.

"Hey, Dj, are you okay?" Clint asked.

"Move," I demanded, pushing through the three of them. I could've said 'Excuse me. I need some air' or some shit, but no. I had to be a bitch and not even a bad bitch at that.

I hurried through the building until I found a wall to hide behind. I slid down it and hid my face in my knees. I had my hands running through my hair. If possible, my breathing quickened more.

This was so annoying. I don't even know why I felt like this. I didn't know how to explain what was happening. Everything just felt so confusing and I was tired. Literally tired of it all. It didn't matter the last time I got sleep because this kind of tired, sleep couldn't fix. I could feel everything, see everything, smell everything, and hear everything. My head actually made me want to die.

My body kept shaking uncontrollably and I felt like I could die right here and I would be happy. Yet I was still here. Crying like a fucking baby. My thoughts filled my head. God, I look like an attention seeker. Everybody is going to think I'm so weird. What is wrong with me?