Please Don't Leave Me Here

Chapter 1

Everyone on the team was talking, just not me. I was concentrating on trying not to puke as my morning break fast was trying to slowly come back up. "Hey, anyone got eyes on (Y/N)?" Asked Steve, and my breath shook. "I'm here, just trying not to shake too much." I said trying to be funny, but I could tell Steve was worried from the silence. "Look, anyone got eyes on him yet?" I said, and saw Nat and Wanda across the street. Then I saw a garbage truck, and Steve told Falcon to tag it, and soon enough the garbage truck slammed into a road stop a bit ways away and flipped.

The team quickly went to action, and I was backup. I hated just standing around, but it was better then being at the tower looking for a guy I didn't know for Steve. Steve called for backup, and Nat and I were there quickly. One guy had me by my throat, and I faked moaned, "Harder Daddy." With him confused and hesitating, I quickly shot him and went on with my life. I had to get threw with a joke somehow. I could hear laughter from some of the team, but it was cut short.

Natasha was thrown into a tank and a bomb was set in, and when it exploded she bursted out and I quickly caught her. Nodding to me, we both began to run. Well, I ran and she got a motorcycle. I don't see how that's fair, but whatever. Shaking again, damn muscles, I quickly got another guy down and went to go help Steve. Nat was going to go for the last guy with the vile of...whatever. They didn't really explain it to me. They said 'car ride' at the tower and I was in.

Next thing I know I'm being attacked and I'm punched into a building. Laying for a second in pain, I gasped out, "I'm fine! Just gut the son of a bitch!" I got back out just in time to see the guy had bombed himself and tried to take Steve with him, but Wanda was there with me. She tried to throw him up in the air higher then the buildings, but it exploded fully and went through one. Wanda looked to heart broken as she covered her mouth, and I felt bad for her.

I gasped as I woke up. Tony laughed at me from the doorway, and I glared his way. "Come on, time to get ready and go to the University to approve the students projects." I nodded, still remembering the dream. It all felt real to me, and sometimes my dreams come true. I never went on missions anymore, not ever since I got a kid killed when I went on a solo mission. He would have been a freshman in collage now, but instead he is six feet under.

With heavy eyes, I quickly got up from my purple comforter, and make my way to my bathroom. Looking into the mirror, my skin around my eyes matched the color of the comforter. I quickly looked away and peeled off my clothes and took a shower. I sighed in content as the hot wate trailed down my back, and I quickly washed my hair and body. Once I got out, I dried off and I put on my office- style clothes, pencil skirt with a blouse and a jacket to cover me up. I opened the door to let steam out, and I wiped off the mirror and grabbed my makeup bag. Putting on foundation and concealer, my eyes looked normal and I did a small line of eyeliner. I then put on some mascara and put some red lipstick on. Smiling into the mirror, I grabbed my heels on the way out of the door, sliding them on and I walked into the kitchen to see Tony.

He smiled over at me, and guided me to the car after I got my heels on. "What did you dream? You kept saying Steve's name." Tony tried to poke fun at me, but I just gave him a tired look. I fell out of love with Steve the same time with everyone else. I felt like a reanimated dead person, just going through the motions of life. And I knew how I felt was showing through from my eyes.

"Come on, please try to look happy today." Tony begged, and I smiled over at him. I knew the falseness reached my eyes, I finally learned how to smile and make people think I was doing better. "At least your dark circles are gone." He tried to point out, and I scoffed. "Power of makeup Tony." I said, and he nodded.

We walked into the building, and I sat backstage as I watched Tony from the side, and I was jelous of the way he was so passionate about this. I had the same dark brown with a hint of green eyes as him, and before the sadness and guilt set it, the cockiness was also a noticeable trait. I dyed my hair blonde, my eyebrows were a light brown. When I felt a tear hit my hand, I wiped the tears from my eyes, thanking the powers of waterproof makeup. I was from some person in Tony's mom's side of the family. My parents died so they adopted me. I looked a lot like Tony's mom, and everyone just thought I was her real daughter. Plus it helped that I played the piano just as beautifully as she did. I dedicated my younger years to it.

I snapped out of my thoughts when Tony finally came back, and he helped me up from the stiff chair. "And you are completely okay with the choices?" He asked me, referring to the money being given to the collage kids. "Yeah, it helps the depression a little. Helping kids find out new ways to help themselves not face the horrors we have to." I followed him as he smiled at me. We saw a woman, and she chatted with Tony. But she went to pull something from her purse, and Tony grabbed her wrist. He said sorry, but turns out we had killed her kid, too. I could feel the shakes coming back, he was in Sokovia while we were, too.

I pushed down the feelings and quickly bit my lip, drawing blood. When Tony saw, he ended the conversation with the woman and quickly took me home, and that was that. I watched the news as I took my heels off and rubbed my feet, and as it turns out my dream was correct. I was feeling horrible for Wanda, she didn't deal with guilt very well. I still hadn't talked to anyone since they got home, and my room was always darkened and locked when I wasn't in it and no one was able to get inside.

I went out of the living room still in my outfit, and followed Tony as he put his arm around me. "God, (Y/N) you are freezing and shaking like a chihuahua." He tried to joke, but he quickly grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around my shoulders. "Let's go, the Secretary of State-" I cut him off with a hand and let him lead the way. This was going to be fun.