I'm Iron Man, And I'm Agent Coulson

Chapter 74 Safe house

"I've sent in your foundation, among others to help Johannesburg, but..." Maria stated quietly from the computer screen Tony stood in front of.

Once Bruce came back, it took quite a bit of haggling and shouting before we were able to safely get Banner onto the jet, but the police relinquished only once I reminded them they had no equipment or jail cell strong enough to hold Bruce.
I promised help was on the way, but there was nothing we could do for the lives already destroyed by Tony and Bruce's fight, and the destruction would forever be with all of us, in fact I could still hear the cries and screams in my ears.
We were all down, except Clint and Tony. Whatever Wanda had shown the better half of our team knocked us to our knees, and I honestly didn't know if we were going to recover.
Steve had his back to all of us, but I could tell by the set of his shoulders and the drop of his head that he was reeling from whatever he saw.
Nat still hadn't uttered a coherent word except a few mumbling in Russian, while Bruce sat bundled up, and refused to be comforted, or talked to.
Thor paced in deep thought, and hadn't said a word either, except for the occasional groan or sigh.
I too was lost in what I heard and felt, and it left me wondering, if it was all a ruse, but the latter part of me believed it was real.
It had to be real, because the red witch was surprised I wasn't seeing what she wanted me too, and the Maximoffs were scared, touched by whatever I had in my veins.
No, whatever my nanita believed, and whatever was in my goddamned files was coming to light, and I was struggling to make sense of what was happening to me, while also trying to figure out Ultron's next step.
Tears continued to blanket my cheeks, as I looked around the plane. The strongest people I knew had been taken down by mere memories or visions of things to come, and I was at a loss on how to help them, but I had my own choas to deal with, as well.

Why didn't Wanda's mind games show me what she intended?
Why am I constantly being bombarded by the past, and my grandmother?
What's inside me?
When will it stop?

Shadows were just that, shadows, not entities or anything else supernatural, but the inkling of power was there, it bashed against my ribcage, aching to come out in that tanker, and I was scared to let it, not knowing how.
Maximoff was shocked once she realized her powers didn't have the same effect on me as they did the rest of the team, just like Loki's sceptor. I was grateful not to be turned into some zombie, but my unease only doubled the longer I thought about it. The strong words from my grandmother played over and over in my head, strangely giving me some comfort, but we destroyed downtown Johannesburg, and left the city to fend for itself.
If I was an empath, like Fury thought, or whatever warrior my nani believed, then I didn't want it.
I didn't want to feel the turmoil rippling over the innocent bystanders covered in rubble and dust. I didn't want too hear their cries, and deathly fears.
I didn't want to feel Steve's overbearing sadness, nor Tasha's.
I didn't want any of it.
I pushed my hands over my ears, and tried to get the noises to stop.
I never believed nanita when she said she'd always be with me, but considering her words rang through my ears everytime I needed them too, began to change my mind.
Only, what did she mean?
She obviously knew something about me, and what was to come, but why the riddles?
These were the same questions I had as Vanko's torture brought memories of her front and center, then Loki.
This time it was different.
She knew something was coming, or maybe I did too, and I couldn't handle my own fear.

"You guys need to stay in the air, don't come back to New York," Maria stated, dragging my attention to her and Tony.
"You want us to run?" He lamented, and sat up in his seat.
"For now yes," she sighed, "there's no official call for Bruce's arrest, but it's in the air. There's also talk of the Avengers being brought in to answer for the destruction and chaos of Johannesburg. I.. I don't
understand...what.."
"We took a hit, a big one," Tony sighed, and looked around the plane. His eyes settled on mine, but I broke his stare and moved towards the back of the plane, away from all of their sorrow, and memories.
I plopped down on ramp, brought my knees up to my chest, and put my hands over my ears again.
My muscles ached from exertion, and exhaustion, while my stomach hurt with guilt, and fear.
My back was sore, as was my collar bone, but it was nothing compared to the dark path stretching in front of me.
My head thrummed with my grandmother's words, and from seeing four of the strongest people I knew, become nothing but ghosts.
We had a super evolved AI, who happened to have Loki's sceptor, enhanced twins, and the strongest metal in the world. We could only assume something horrible was going to be done, but what, and when?