Chapter 32

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We were one of the last to enter the meeting room. Given, I was extremely reluctant and attempted to stall, Tony told me it was necessary and proceeded to drag me by the arm.

So obviously, I had to go.

When I got there, the table had already been filled.

Sitting in two rows are; Wanda, Vision and Sam.

The other side had Rhodey, Natasha and Steve.

I avoided eye contact with any of them and chose to settle on a seat behind the table--trying in vain to avoid eye contact with my fellow team members who regard me with knowing looks.

Tony notices the cold icy feeling in the room wisely keeps silent, going to sit next to me, his body radiating warmth.

It doesn't take an idiot to see that all of my team were anxious and some, angry.

I read emotions, it was undeniable at this point. No matter what I did, I won't be able to avoid it.

Steve, Natasha and Sam radiated with anger and confusion.

Wanda didn't blame me for not being able to help her in Lagos. The younger girl knows I did my best, but her hatred for herself over what happened simply overpowers everything.

She blames herself.

Even now, the bond I shared with her, thrummed in sadness.

The other three, however?

The people who went on the mission in Lagos?

Oh, I can feel it.

They may be too kind to say it, but it's clear that they shared the same thoughts and feelings.

Why, didn't you stop it? Why didn't you check properly?

They don't blame Wanda. She was young-- still learning the ways of an Avenger and I silently agreed on that.

Blame me.

Don't blame the girl I took it as my own or I will personally kill you.

"Secretary Ross." I greeted him from my seat, looking knowingly at the man.

The Secretary of State gives me a twisted half lip as if disgusted by my presence.

"Dark Witch,"

It was a low blow but I capped it in, not wanting him to see how trigger-happy I currently was at the moment.

"So," I state coolly. "What brings you here, to our lovely estate?"

He scoffs, choosing to ignore the insult and to focus on what he came here to do.

"Five years ago, I had a heart attack. I dropped right in the middle of my backswing."

Seriously?

Why was he going on about his tragic story, we all had tragic backgrounds. No one in this room was pure. No one in this room could say they lived happy lives.

Maybe Ross, should've just stayed dead.

His very presence annoys me.

"--turns out it was the best round of my life, because after 13 hours of surgery and a triple bypass... I found something 40 years in the Army had never taught me: Perspective."

"That fixes everything?" I asked out loud, not caring that Tony elbowed me on the side, an action that meant; keep quiet.

This was a serious matter.

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