Avengers Aftermath

It's better this way- Chapter 1

Main Characters Name: Clara Cooper

Setting: New York City

She's gone.

He didn't even look at me. He walked away as soon as the service was done. It's my fault, it always is to him.

Calypso just...just stopped breathing. It WASN'T my fault. She ran in front of me. I never told her to, I was just fine on my own. Tony just hates me, he had to take me in. I've tried everything to leave but he knows me of course. This time, I will be gone forever.

I was wearing a tight black dress that reached my knees with black thigh high boots. My blonde hair fell in waves over my blackened lips. I walked calmly to the kitchen passing several of the Avengers who looked at me. "He...Hey Clara, are you alright"? Peter Parker, the sweetest and hottest guy I have ever seen. Otherwise known as Spiderman, he was new to the team and didn't know Calypso that well. "I'm quite well Parker." I swallowed and took one last look at him. His sweet brown eyes, and messy brown curly hair that I could run my hands through forever. His plump pink lips, a sharp jaw that could cut me. Ironic. I sighed and smiled thinly. " Goodbye, Peter." His eyes filled with confusion, but I quickly walked away to the kitchen.

Looking through the large space, a white cabinet next to the sink had the label MEDICINAL PURPOSES on it. I reached forward quickly looking through the pills and herbal medicines until I found what I was looking for. Sleeping pills, a big bottle half full. Smiling to myself. I slid the bottle in my quite plump black handbag. No one would suspect a thing.

I sashayed my way out of the kitchen and made my way to the door. "Clara, where the hell do you think you're going"? Tony stepped in front of the door with a harsh glint in his eyes. I stopped and stared at him. The room fell silent. "I'm going back to...to my room." He stepped forward only to be pushed back by Bucky. "You...you are the reason why she's dead. She took that damn shot for you who I remember clearly telling TO STAY IN THE TOWER. AT LEAST PARKER LISTENED"! I felt the tears pool in my eyes. So, this would be how I was remembered. My hands were curled into fists. I looked down at them and saw the nail marks that haven't been there in over a year. Since Calypso was here. I uncurled them and looked at my feet. "I'm sorry Mr. Stark". "He laughed cruelly and clapped his hands together. "Sorry? Oh ok, everything's fixed and we can all be back to the la la land right? EVERYONE HAS TO SUFFER BECAUSE OF YOU. YOU. YOU.............YOU ARE NOT AN AVENGER." I blinked quickly but I was too late. The tears were already falling. Everyone in the room was looking at me. Except for Peter Parker, he was focused on Stark with no expression. His eyes were filled with hatred, wait never mind he looked at me with that. I held back a sob and moved forward towards the door. Tony moved and yelled after me. "See? You always run, this time you can run to the grave!"

I ran down the sidewalks not noticing it was raining. I was sobbing, I couldn't control it. I ran to my apartment, in the rain, in heels, for 7 blocks. Almost 4 miles. I ran up to the door and slammed the key in it. My hand shook but eventually, it opened. I slammed the door and fell down in a mess. It wasn't my fault, it wasn't! I was told to come, I would have happily died before Calypso. It wasn't fair!!! This is for the best I thought. I walked over to my room taking my time, losing one piece of clothing each time until I was in my lingerie.

I opened the door to see Peter sitting on my bed with his elbows on his knees and hands on his head. I gasped and he looked up. His mouth fell open and his ears turned red. Well, we were both eighteen, yet he still acted like a child. "What the fuck are you doing In my apartment"? I hissed. He looked at my hand behind my back, holding bottle silently. "I saw you putting something in your bag, what was it." "No..Nothing. Delusional now are you? Maybe sweet old Mr. Tony Stark can help you". With that, he clenched his jaw and swung back out the window.

I took a shaky deep breath and walked into the bathroom, and turned on the bathtub. Once it was warm enough, I turned it off and grabbed my razor. I slammed it down on the floor until the two metal blades fell off. I grabbed the pills that I set on the counter and the blades and locked the door. I sat in the bathtub and relaxed, popping open the pill bottle. I poured as much as I could in my mouth and swallowed it down with a bit of water wincing as it scratched my throat. The bottle dropped from my hand as it fell over the side of the tub. Shaking, I took the blade and ran it gently over my wrist, over the veins once. Twice. Three times. On the fourth time, I held my breath and sliced deeply until the blood was gushing quickly. The pain was harsh, and I started to cry, it started going away once the pills kicked in. I put my bloody wrist in the tub letting the water turn a beautiful crimson color.

Suddenly a huge banging was heard from the door. "CLARA CLARA DON'T DO THIS PLEASE LET ME IN PLEASE." Peters voice was desperate and was he... crying perhaps? I closed my eyes and tried to block out the sound of his, please. Until... The door fell down. Standing in the doorway was Bucky, Tony, and Peter. I couldn't sit up, the pills were kicking in fast. "Get... get... Out... Now". I tried to speak and struggled. My eyes were struggling to keep open. "this...is...for...you...Tony...an...and.. Ca...ly..pso."

My eyes closed and I felt as peace finally.