Persuasion »Quicksilver

Safe House

AN: [warning: there is a detailed panic attack in this chapter, so if this is upsetting don't read after the star (like this *) and then restart reading after another star(*)]

"The news is loving you guys. Nobody else is."

Maria Hills voice is sympathetic, but it does nothing to ease anyone.

I've separated myself to a corner of the jet, the rest of the team have followed suit. There's no jokes, no smiles. Everyone's inside their own heads. The atmosphere severely melancholy.

Tucking my legs up to my chest, I sigh heavily as i curl up into a bawl. I desperately need to rest, but I feel so wired. My hands are still shaking.

Inhale, exhale, inhale-

"There's been no official call for Banner's arrest, but it's in the air."

I flick a glance at Bruce. He looks shell shocked and I would hate to be in his position right now. I know my own nightmares are nothing compared to Bruce's experience at the hands of Wanda.

He's a doctor, a scientist. All he wants is to help people.

He was manipulated by Wanda to hurt so many, to become the thing he hates, and Bruce probably blames himself. I wish there was a way to help, but the only thing I can do is use my abilities. I couldn't risk accidentally...bringing the hulk out again.

My abilities are similar to some of Wanda's, but I won't use them for the same reasons as her. I don't understand why she's doing this, if the Maximoffs only want revenge on Stark- why join Ultrons side? He wants so much more evil than just Stark's end.

"How's the team?"

I cringe at the pause before Tony's answer.

"Everyone's...we took a hit."

"We'll shake it off." Clint adds, nodding to reassure himself.

I rest my head in my hands dejectedly, hoping he's right.

"Well for now I'd stay in stealth mode. And stay away from here."

"So, run and hide?"

"Until we can find Ultron, I don't have a lot else to offer."

"Neither do we."

Maria's call is ended by a faint click.

"Hey, you wanna switch out?"

"No, I'm good."

"If you wanna get some kip, now's a good time, 'cause there's still a few hours out." Clint says, flicking an overhead control. Puzzled, I raise my head.

"Where are going to?" I ask confused.

"A safe house."

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"What is this place?"