Caught In A Web

sixteen

Notes: Small mention of suicide and sexy times.

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Over the next six weeks, your training times with Natasha and Wanda turned from twice a week to five times. Other members of the Team also began to join, testing to see what you could handle. Tony wasn't happy with any of it. Though you were still doing your job in the labs, helping him and Bruce, you were getting more and more confident in your fighting. That caused your confidence to increase all together. Tony was okay with your increase in confidence, it meant that you were more bold with him, especially in front of others. But he hated the fact that it came from training.

Tony wasn't stupid though. Since knowing the truth about you, he had begun designing suits for you to wear on missions. It was a safety net in his mind. He didn't think you'd actually use them, especially when you had told Fury no more than once. Tony could feel the need for you to have one on the horizon, for whatever reason.

Currently, Tony was nervously watching as you trained with Sam, Natasha, Wanda, Bucky, and Steve. You were holding your own, which was impressive, but that didn't ease Tony's want to pull you from training. He watched with careful eyes as you went up against Wanda. You were dodging her attacks, though she was taking it easy on you.

"Come on, Wanda," you taunted, getting more bold with the others. "Don't take it easy."

"Alright," she smirked. She suddenly tossed you up against the wall, keeping you there with her powers. "Fight. Get out of my grasp." You studied your surroundings and thought through your options, which weren't many. "Too slow." Wanda began to put more pressure on you.

Tony noticed that your breathing was becoming labored. He ran out of the observation deck and down into the training room. "Stop it! Stop it now!"

You flicked your wrist enough to send a web to Wanda's wrist and pulled. She fell down, losing her grip on you. You slid down the wall, landing harshly on the ground as you coughed.

"Y/N!" Tony exclaimed. Before you could push yourself up, Tony was in front of you, checking you over. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Tony," you gave him a smile. "I'm good."

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Wanda said.

"You shouldn't have done that!" Tony stood up and shouted at Wanda. "She wasn't ready."

"Tony, stop," you urged, standing up. "I'm fine. I'm good. I wanted Wanda to not go easy." You wrapped your hands around Tony's arms and tugged him back.

"Stark," Steve called, coming up to the group. "Y/N asked for it and it's apart of training."

"She's not ready for that type of training!" Tony continued. He pointed at Wanda. "You could have killed her!"

"Tony, stop," you pled. "I'm okay."

"Y/N gets to make the decisions of whether she's ready for new techniques during her training or not," Steve stated calmly. "Not you."

Tony clenched his jaw and tore his arms from your grip before marching out of the room.

"I should go," you said. "I'm sorry about Tony, Wanda." Then you went after him. "Tony! Tony!" He wasn't in the hall, which most likely meant that he was on his way up to his lab. "FRIDAY? Where did he go?"

"He's in his lab," the AI replied. "He's getting ready to go on a test flight in a new suit."

"Would I make it in time to stop him?"

"Probably not."

You sighed. "Thanks, FRI. Let me know when he's back, okay?"

"Of course, Miss."