Clint and the seven deadly sins

Wrath

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Clint's POV

I woke up in an empty white room, but what caught my attention was the beeping from a heart monitor. I was in one of the hospital rooms that Stark kept around the tower.

I looked at my chest and found new wounds. They were sewn shut professionally. So much better than what I could've done.

I ripped out the tubes and walked around, trying to find my room with the little eyesight I had at the moment. I was still trying to wake up, it was as if I was in a dream. I was feeling the walls, trying to keep myself up.

I ran into Bucky. "What are you doing walking around in your underwear?"

Instead of answering him, I could only make sounds that sounding similar to words. "M-my room, wh-whe-where?"

He seemed to understand, he threw one of my arms around his shoulder and brought me to my room. I threw me on my bed, a little too rough for my liking. I go to think him, but he just nods and walk out before I could stretch my throat to make any type of noises.

I downed a water bottle I had next to my bed, relieved by the liquid quenching my throat. I was able to grunt and growl. I fell back asleep but woke up a few minutes later.

I stood up in bed, confusion written on my face. It was quiet, not a single sound except for my rugged breathing.

"Where-where are you guys?" Nothing but silence, "Why can't I hear you? Please don't leave me like everyone else. You seven are all I have that seemed to not leave, don't start now, please." At this time I was begging and sobbing. I was alone, yet again.

I would rather be called a psycho or bullied for these voices, than to be left with my own thoughts.

I tried to talk to them, but all I got was silence. I screamed and pleaded, but all I heard was my own voice echoing around the room. I couldn't do this, but I had to.

I wasn't going to end my life, but keep the seven sins in my life. I would eat, sleep, praise, and have sex a lot. I would get whatever I want by any means and take my anger out on anyone. Of course, I was going to wish to be like others.

I packed clothes, weapons, and toiletries. I'm gonna leave, once I have another nap.

I woke up to Tony and Bruce above me. They were checking me, making sure I was stable. It seemed as if they didn't notice the bags full of my things, next to my bed.

I pushed them away and put on clothes. I threw the two bags I had over my shoulder and left the room. They kept trying to talk to me, but I was ignoring them. I paid them no mind, or attention.

I guess they didn't like that. They called the rest of the Avengers and now everyone was bothering me. The only two I made sure to notice was Peter and Nat.

I was extremely close to Nat, but we drifted apart. Since she started crushing on Bruce, I was no longer a person she noticed. It was like I didn't existed anymore, like I was never her friend. I still love her though, even if she abandoned me.

Something snapped in my head, once I started reliving memories with Nat. She abandoned me like everyone else, like the sins. Even creatures of evil and hatred abandoned me.

Anger rose up. I guess Wrath finally had his turn. I took the clipboard in Bruce's hand and chucked it at the window. It pierced the glass, making it wedge between inside and outside.