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"Do i really have to call you Poltergeist?" Natasha asked Elisa as they stood back to back, punching HYDRA agents and kicking ass.
"I call you Black Widow on the field!" Elisa pointed out, swooping down and nicked the guy off his feet, slamming his head in the ground to knock him out, "it adds to the super-hero effect!"
"Okay, fine," Natasha sighed and Elisa smiled.
She eventually gathered up enough willpower to scoop up the agents with her telekinesis, she lifted them high up in the air and body slammed them into the ground. Hard.
"You couldn't ha- shit!" Natasha yelped as Elisa stumbled to the floor, smiling softly.
"Nyoom," She whispered as Natasha picked her up, struggling to get to the quinjet. Melinda May came out, gun ready but stood there shocked at the pile of bodies.
"We gotta get her back to the base," Natasha said and May nodded, going back to the pilots seat and got it ready. Natasha laid Elisa down and put her ear on Elisa chest, hearings faint heartbeat. Nat hovered a hand over Elisa's mouth and felt her hot breath.
"Come on, Elisa," Natasha pleaded and Elisa sat up slowly.
"Water," she mumbled and Nat scrambled to the canteen and brought it back over, fumbling with the lid and opened it for her.
"Here," Nat said and Elisa weakly took it and drank it.
"I'm gonna take a nap," Elisa yawned, slowly laying down and falling asleep, Natasha leaned back, letting out a breath that she had subconsciously held.
"Is the mission finished?" May asked.
"Yeah, the drive is in Elisa's bra pocket as we speak," Natasha answered, looking down at the girl.
"Good," May spoke and continued the flight.
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Elisa walked into the base, feeling better and walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing a water. She shut the door and stood up straight, seeing Tony with a worried look on his face.
"Don't be mad, but Peter and your art and-" Tony started fumbling with his words.
Elisa wasn't listening anymore. The blood drained from her face, everything went silent and all she could hear was her own heartbeat getting faster and faster as she made her way to the art room. It seemed she was going in slow motion and the floor expanded so she could never enter.
She opened the door and saw Peter staring at her first painting of him. He looked over at her, hatred in his eyes. Tears in hers.
"Peter I-"
"You're a psychopath," he interrupted, seething, "you made me go out of my mind, almost lose my only friend, I was losing sleep over something watching me and then you had the audacity to paint it?"
"I didn't- I-" Elisa looked away from him, trying to find her words as the tears spilled, her guts doing flips.
"Save it," he spat and took a look at another painting, where he was in his room.
"You make me sick," he muttered and walked out, pushing her shoulder as he left. Elisa stood there in the room, in shock at his words, a feeling she didn't have in a long time bubbled up in her chest and she fell to her knees, tears flowing as she sobbed.
Elisa felt pain, her heart had been ripped out of her chest and she was just staring at the gaping hole. She stood up and stared at the paintings. All she saw was red as she screamed, kicking and punching and breaking.
Tony ran in, along with Steve and Thor as they pulled her away kicking and screaming. Elisa turned into Tony's chest, crying and wrapped her arms around his waist, squeezing tightly as she sobbed.
"Hey hey, you're cracking my back," Tony said and she slowly calmed down.
"Let him go," Tony said, wiping her tears away, "I'll clean this up-"
"Don't," she spat, staring at the room, "I'm never picking up a paintbrush ever again."
Elisa pulled away from Tony's embrace and walked into the training room.
Tony didn't see her for the rest of the night, only through the security camera of the training room. She relentlessly beat up the bag, not using any sort of glove or wrap.
"That's not healthy," Steve pointed out and Tony sighed and nodded.
"Why'd you tell the kid?" Steve added, looking to Tony.
"She told me it would end, and it didn't, and he deserved to know, i thought he would take it better than he really did," Tony sighed and Steve nodded.
"Well, are you going to tell her?" He asked.
"Not yet, I can't handle her hating me, she might leave," Tony sighed and looked away from the screen, looking at his phone.
