Caught In A Web

twenty-six

 When you woke up from Wanda's spell, you were alone in your room. It surprised you to find yourself alone, especially since the whole Team was concerned. You got up and slowly made your way into the hall. Without even thinking, you found your way to Tony's room. His familiar scent filled your nostrils as you opened the door. It was woody, yet metal. You couldn't understand how he made that happen, but he did.

You walked in and noted how unorganized it was. Papers, Stark tablets, shirts, and mugs littered the room. You called it unorganized because you felt that it was neater than messy. Flopping onto his bed, you grabbed his pillow and fully inhaled his scent. Tears filled your eyes.

Tony wasn't dead. He was in Malibu. He had left... he had left though he had promised not to leave your side. How were you supposed to feel safe without him?

Sitting up, you let go of the pillow and grabbed a t-shirt from the floor. You slipped it on before leaving the room. You couldn't tell how you truly felt about Tony leaving, but you knew that you needed to take care of some things before seeing him again. Your feet led you to the door of your therapist. She opened soon after you knocked.

"Can we talk?"

~~~

"Have you talked to anyone at the Compound?" Rhodey asked as he and Steve stopped their work to eat some food.

"Natasha has been in touch," Steve replied. "Y/N has been seeing her therapist daily and training with the others."

"What have you told her about here?"

"Well, that we could start a construction company, first off."

"That's true. Has Y/N asked about Tony at all?"

"No, at least not to Nat. Have you heard anything about her from Tony?"

Rhodey sighed. "He only talks about this project and only this project in the week and a half that we've been here."

Muttering under his breath, Bucky came over to the other two men.

"What's going on, Buck?" Steve asked.

"Mr. Perfectionist said I'm not allowed to touch any of the electric tools anymore," Bucky responded. "He said my old ways are ruining the house."

"He's getting worse," Rhodey said. "Not solving any issues by distracting himself with projects is Tony's M.O. Maybe we bring Y/N into this."

"She may be the only one able to help," Steve added.

"Ask Natasha for her opinion," Bucky told Steve. "Y/N may not be ready herself."

~~~

The tablet resting on the table in front of you gave you a view of all the perimeter cameras. Fury's additional military aid had successfully scared some of the press away and had pushed back the others. Wanda had used her powers to enchant the trees across the river and along the electric fence line, hurting anyone with poor intentions.

You stared out the window and to the trees in the direction you knew the training grounds Tony made for you were. Your palms were getting sweatier with each passing second as if your powers were itching to be used. You hadn't left the inside of the Compound since arriving there with Tony almost two weeks ago. It never felt safe enough.

You had been working with your therapist on feeling safe, what you can control, and what to do when you can't control it. She had challenged you to get out of the building and do something. You told her about what Tony made you, and she thought that heading out there would be a good idea. It had been five hours since that conversation, and you had been sitting at the table staring out the window ever since.