1 × Unearth × Avengers

27 × Trouble

Daya

I scrunched up my face in annoyance as the sun decided to give me a wake-up call. My hand instantly flew to my face to shield my eyes from the rude light that dared to wake me. I rolled over onto my back as I lifted the pillow over my head and dropped it on my face.

"Stupid sun... Stupid nightmares... Stupid sleep king..." I muffled into the pillow but stopped when I realized what I said last.

I groaned as I propped myself on my elbows and sat up, causing the pillow to fall to the side. I squinted as I peered around the room, feeling my mouth naturally curve down in a grumpy frown since I'm not that much of a "morning person". My hair fell in messy waves in front of my face, so with a huff, I blew a strand up and watched it fall back in place. The clip that was holding it up in a bun was cast aside on the sheets.

Because of the nightmare.

I sucked in a breath at the thought of it. I didn't tell Jake about the part with my mom, although I really wanted to. I just couldn't bring myself to. It would dig up a whole bunch of emotions I do not want to deal with right now. Especially if we are currently residing in the Avengers home.

I maneuvered my way to the edge of the bed but stopped myself when I realized the huge gaps in the concrete, and the debris scattered with it. I let my legs dangle over the edge as I stared at it numbly.

I caused this in my sleep. I... I don't think I've ever done that before. It's different when I relive a memory because I actually fall unconscious from it, but to go to sleep and then have no idea that I'm causing my powers to go on the fritz is... scary. Who knows what I could have done if Tony hadn't of made that collar? Besides turning this room upside down, I could have brought the building down... and everyone in it... and around it.

Not dwelling on that thought any longer, I leaned over and grabbed the hair clip, throwing my hair up into a quick ponytail. I turned back to the floor and sighed.

"I guess I should clean this mess up," I muttered to myself tiredly.

I scooted off the bed and stood up then got in my stance and cracked my knuckles out in front of me. Inhaling through my nose, then exhaling through my mouth, I closed my eyes as my hands instinctively stretched out in front of me. The floor began to rumble slightly, but that's whats supposed to happen. Then when I visualized my actions, I tensed my fingers and smashed them together, making them interlock with each other; just like how the concrete should. The concrete instantly snapped back with the rest of the structure of the building and a loud crack emitted from it. I held my pose for a few seconds and kept my eyes closed, feeling the earth within the concrete and allowing it to meld together again. When I felt the last few millimeters merge together, I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding in and dropped my stance.

Tony's probably going to be happy with the fix.

"Well, that's that..." I said as I pretended to dust off my hands.

The floor was fixed, but the debris was still laying around. Good thing most of it is glass.

I retook my stance and motioned my hands out towards it, prompting all of the broken bits and fragments to move like a flow into the air. The sound of the glass hitting each other as I maneuvered it towards the garbage was lovely. Almost like one of those wind chimes. When everything was settled into the garbage pan, I dropped my stance.

It also reminded me of that last memory.

It's like my mind is dropping hints and clues as if it were a mind-boggling mystery... like Scooby-doo. I understand the whole deal with H now, but if I am going to get answers, I gotta ditch the gang. That includes Jake. He's been keeping secrets from me since... before the actual mission. What's the hurt in keeping this a secret from him?