Solo Act

Chapter Two

Wanda mumbled an apology with misty eyes after breaking the stool. Tony dismissed her with a look while Steve, Clint and Rhodey stood up to go after her. Natasha held out a hand to stop them from leaving the room. Wanda stumbled down the hallway, wiping her eyes furiously. Clint looked at Natasha impatiently.

"What? Why did you stop me from trying to help her?"

Steve placed a calming hand on his shoulder. He trusted the red haired assassin more then most. If she thought they shouldn't go then she was probably right.

"She needs to be alone right now," Nat said, watching the hall worriedly. "You'd only make it worse."

Clint sighed but sat back down. "How could it be any worse?" He mumbled.

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He managed a full hour before the waiting became too much for him. They were all the in the living room, arguing about everything. New laws were being put into place concerning mutants and other super-powered individuals. Horrible discriminating laws that are just going to make them angry and lash out. Or keep them in line. All they had to do was stay low and not use their abilities. That was the current argument. Most of the Avengers were taking the sides of the war. Team Cap vs Team Iron Man. Clint, Nat, Bruce and Thor weren't paying attention.

Mostly Clint was staring behind him, sitting on the back of the couch. Wanda hadn't come out yet. The hour had been too long already. Maybe he should just check on her? Though he was silent as he did it, everyone noticed and quieted down as he dropped off the furniture and went off without a word. Nat watched solemnly. They all knew what he was doing they just hoped their youngest teammate was alright. She seemed to take it hard earlier.

"Wanda?" Clint knocked. "Are you okay?"

He didn't get an answer.

"Wanda, please," he begged, thinking she was in there ignoring him.

Still the room remained silent.

"Just tell me you're okay?"

Shit. Now he was getting worried. She was probably just asleep right? Maybe. Or not. How was he supposed to figure it out? Barging in felt wrong. He was sure that the girl wouldn't appreciate him picking her lock if she turned out to be in there. He wandered back into the living room where the team sat quietly staring at him.

He ignored him and paused whatever was currently on the TV screen and shouted, "FRIDAY can you bring up Wanda's room's security?"

"Yes Katniss."

Clint glared at Tony's smirk. He had better things to do at the moment thought, so he let it go. Like taking care of Wanda. The sharpshooter turned back to the screen and squinted. There was only static.

"FRIDAY what is this?" Tony spoke up.

"It seems the camera has been disconnected."

"What?" The billionaire asked in shock. "How did that happen?"

"Would you like me to play the last recording?"

"Yes please, FRI," Tony said. The team stared intently at the screen.

Wanda rushed into the room and slammed the door shut. She leaned against it, tears streaming down her face. She melted to the floor, and hugged her legs, burying her head in her knees. The team held their breath. They hated seeing her in so much pain and it made Steve regret his decision to stay away. Scott swore and put his head in his hands. Bruce groaned. Thor stood up as if to find her but Clint stopped him.