Shelter(Avengers Fan/Fic){Completed}

21|"It's scary what a smile can hide"-Anonymous

((Samantha's POV))
So much fear was in me. I knew that at some point I just had to get rid of everything, all the weight that have been resting on my shoulders for far too long. But I was so scared of telling it. Endless possibilities would rush into my head every time I thought about telling them causing for me to not tell them. But now I just don't care, by now I just need to get everything off of me.

"Sam," turning my head to the left everyone was there. I could see Clint missing meaning he was climbing through the vents to get to me.

Just as that thought entered my brain the vent opened and out jumped Clint. He stood up, a small weak smile on his face but the smile never reached me.

"You called?" He asked in a soft small tone before taking a seat at the door of the bed.

"Yeah," I said no longer facing them but facing the bed sheets and fiddling with my fingers. "Take a seat. I...I need to tell you all something." She could hear their feet's shuffling towards her as two people sat at the door of the bed beside Clint as one person sat to her left and another to her right.

"What is it that you need to talk about Ramie?" A quick small smile formed on my face at the nickname Ollie the Otter had given me.

  "When I was a little girl," I started off. My light blue and brown eyes glued to the bed covers. "My mom and dad would have arguments about random things. And one day... they had made me choose who was right. I picked my mom, but I was able to see my father glare at me. Later that night he... he um... he came into my room. Dragged me out of bed, his large hand over my mouth, as he dragged me from my bedroom upstairs to the basement. What he did was something I never knew he was capable of. He hit me," at that my voice was starting to waver a bit.

  I cleared my throat. "He had hit me with a leather belt almost everywhere. He would curse at me in Spanish, saying that I'm the reason him and my mom were arguing all the time. And he would always spit at me at the end saying if I ever told anyone, especially mom, I would feel pain like I never felt it." Each word came out slow and steady, it was to help control my voice so it wouldn't weaver but I could feel the lump in my throat and my eyes start to water.

  "Samantha," the person on the right, Batsy, placed his arm over my shoulder pulling me closer to him.

  "When I came back home," I continued. "When I was seventeen something else had happened to me," not waiting for a response I continued on with my story. "One day after school I was walking back to my aunts place. While walking some... some men were able to grab me and push me up against a wall," but now the warm tears were silently streaming down my cheeks. "There were three of them. Each of them able to over power me. Lets...lets just say I was left when they were done with me," I didn't have to say the word for them to know what I was talking about. "And," I continued with my voice starting to crack. "One day when my father was hitting me late at night he had tried to do it as well. But he didn't get much further than taking off my shirt because my mother came home earlier than he expected her to come."

  "Sam," I knew that was Peter. Fairly quickly I glanced up to see him looking at me but I quickly glanced back down at the bed sheet covers.

  "I'm telling you this not to feel pity for me, but because of Leo. What he did reminded me much of my father and what you don't know is when I tried to escape," This is it, I told myself. Just get it over with and tell them. So I told them on how I took off with the motorcycle only for Leo to catch up to me and take me down. I then told about our yelling argument before he tried to do it to me.

  By the end I was slouched, my neck long hair covering my face like a curtain as the tears came down and the sobs leaving my mouth. Haki's ahead was on my lap to cheer me up but that didn't work.