S.H.I.E.L.D Is The Enemy

Untitled Part 14

Makenna~

           When I get back to the tower Stark is the one waiting for me. I guess I understand but none the less I was hoping to see . . . never mind. When I reach Stark he wraps a blanket around my shoulders and we walk to the elevator. I hadn't really been paying attention to what I was wearing before now. Kol had changed me into a pair of booty shorts and a black tank top. I try to blink away the tiredness in my eyes. 
          "When we get to the lab we should probably make sure that the drug is gone." Stark says as I silently nod. "And I hope you don't mind but we have one more test to run. It's nothing like the last ones and I apologize for doing that." 
          "It's fine." I say quietly. "You needed results so that people could be safe. I get it." The elevator door opens and we step out into the hall that goes to the lab. "May I ask where everyone is?" Tony looks at me.
          "They are all currently upstairs. Doing who knows what." He says," Cap is taking all of this pretty hard." I nod. When we reach the lab I lay down on the hela table. 
         "It looks like all of the drug has been flushed out of her system." Jarvis. Well, technically its' Friday but Tony switched it to a male voice so I call him Jarvis. "But her vitals are almost dangerously low. Mack I suggest you eat and then get some rest." I blink a couple of times before getting off of the table. I pull the blanket closer around me. 
          "Thanks Jarv, I will." I wave to Tony and walk to the elevator. I press the  64 button and prepare for the worst. I know that they'll be angry with me. I mean I'm angry with myself. I put my head against the wall of the elevator. What was I thinking? The elevator stops and the doors open. I step out and hear the muffled voices of people down the hall. Sadly, I had to pass them to get to my room. I walk down the hallway quietly, trying to hear their conversation. I stop when I reach the door to the living room. They are all still talking and don't notice me so I walk as quietly as possible behind them and to the other hallway. 

          "Makenna?" I hear a familiar Sokovian accent say. I turn around and almost topple over when Wanda bombards me in a hug. All I can do is blink. I can't speak or move. She pulls away. "We were worried." I look at her. 
          "I'm sorry," I say quietly," I didn't mean to worry you." She moves and I can see Steve. He isn't looking at me and I understand why. After all that he did to get me out of this tower I came back despite everything. I look at the ground and then back to the awaiting faces all around me. "I should get some sleep. I'll tell you everything later." I say walking away from them. 
           When I get to my room I silently open the door and step in. I close the door slowly before dropping the blanket I had and heading straight for the shower. I feel as if my skin is coated in a thick layer of mud. I take out my ponytail and my brown hair cascades around my shoulders. I don't even bother to strip off my clothes before turning on hot water and stepping into the shower. I breathe in the steam before letting myself fall to the ground in a little ball. I thought I was done with this. I thought Zola was gone and the torture that played over and over in my head was done. But it isn't. I am still being tortured maybe not physically but emotionally mentally . . . I am dying. And there is no one who can stop it. No one who can take away this fear of failure. And with nothing but my thoughts to haunt me . . . I start to cry.

Steve~

           She was back, she was safe. I should be happy. I should be content with seeing her in one piece but all I know is that she ran from us. She ran right into the arms of Zola. Sure maybe that wasn't her, but what if it was? 
           "Steve." Natasha says sitting by me. "What are you doing?" She asks furrowing her eyebrows. 
           "I'm giving her space." I say. 
           "Space to what? Cry in the shower where she thinks no body can hear her?" She asks. I look towards Makenna's room. "Steve she just found out that the man. who turned her into an addicted-to-murder-psycho killer, is still alive. And she's trying to take on those emotions all by herself. And coming from someone who knows it's a hell of a lot better when there is someone to take some of the weight your shoulders." I look at Nat. 
          "She kissed me." I say. Natasha doesn't blink. 
          "I figured as much when she didn't even want you to touch her. Steve I see you around her why didn't you kiss her back?" She asks. I shrug. 
          "I don't know. I mean I've been trying to kiss her and we always get interrupted. But then she was there kissing me and all of a sudden, it just got real. She is the first person I've really fell for since . . . well since Peggy." 

         "Steve do you think that you are betraying her or something? Because, I've talked to her. The only thing that she regretted is that you never got to live your life, while she got to live hers." Honestly, she was right Peggy had said almost those exact words to me more than once. "Now, do I need to go get a wheel chair and wheel you in there or can your 95 year old but do it itself?" I chuckle. 

         "These jokes will never end will they?" Natasha shakes her head and I stand up. I sigh and walk to Makenna's door. Natasha is right I can hear her crying even though there is clearly water running. I knock on the door but there is no reply. I open it and step in. I close it silently behind me and walk over to the bathroom door. I knock on it lightly. 
          "It's me." I say. I hear a sniffle. 
          "You can come in." She says through the tears and water. I know that she is probably naked so I close my eyes and turn the knob before walking in. I hear a small chuckle. "I have clothes on genius." I open my eyes and sure enough she is in the outfit she was previously wearing. I open the sliding glass door and sit down beside her. I am getting soaked by the faucet but I don't care. She crawls into my arms and starts to cry again. 

          "You can talk to me if you want . . ." She just sits in my arms," Or we can just sit." And as the water washed away her tears and emotions I couldn't help but wonder what she could be feeling.