The Breeze [Tony Starks Daughter]

43. Africa Aftermath

Skylar's P.O.V.

When we left the battle against the Avengers, I was expecting satisfaction. Seeing the people who had taken my world away crumble and break under the weight of their actions and finally seeing them come to terms with what they had done.. It was supposed to be satisfying.

Yet, somehow, I felt even worse.

The sickening pit forming at the edge of my stomach only grew as we stepped away from the South African Shipyard, vibranium grasped in our hands as we left the way we came- which was through some sort of quinjet that Ultron had hijacked from the Avengers when he had escaped them at some "party."

The Avengers had seemed almost startled and caught off guard to see me there. Which was strange, as they were the ones who had caused my loss of memories- caused me to become the mess of a person who didn't even know what she did before the Maximoffs.

It didn't bring me any satisfaction to see them try and turn me to their side, either. Hawkeye, Black Widow, they had both gone easy on me, and I could tell. From everything that I had seen of their S.H.I.E.L.D. days on the tapes that I had spent fuming over when I had realized that they had taken everything away from me, it was so painfully obvious that it almost angered me.

But something had almost made me falter in the middle of that fight, their voice oddly familiar as they were screaming my name. Calling me to go back, to remember who I was- yet, it all seemed so fake. The fuzzy edges of visions with them in it were just that, visions. And I was sure of it.

I had to be.

Stepping onto the stolen quinjet, trying to process all of the racing thoughts in my brain, my head spun, something in me screaming that all of this wasn't right. That what the Avengers were saying was true. But was it? What I remembered went against what my gut was telling me- and I had no idea what to believe.

Trying to brush the cluttered mess of thoughts in my head out of the way, I kept a firm face as I settled into the quinjet, feeling a familiar rush as the quinjet's doors clamped shut, my eyes slowly adjusting to the darker atmosphere of the inside of the plane.

God, that confrontation of the Avengers couldn't have been anything less than a shitshow.

Massaging my temples, I could hear the worried mumbles of Wanda as she saw me get on the plane. "Sky.. are you okay? You having another migraine?" She asked, trying to stand, Pietro forcing her to rest before she could get to me.

Turning to face Wanda, I could see that she was exhausted, but a look of worry was painted on her face, clear as day. Unsure of what to say, I waved a hand at her, trying to ignore the almost overwhelming confusion clouding my brain. "Wands, I'm fine. I just got whacked by one of those stupid Avengers- I'm sure it's nothing." I dismissed, taking an almost exasperated breath in as I saw her face fill up with more worry.