Widow's Shield

Picking Myself Up

Ana's POV

After a week of me sobbing day and night, I finally got up.

It was June 22nd, I was 22. I slowly walked towards my dresser and sighed. I jumped when I heard my door open.

"Your up!" mom gasped.

I turned to face her, "I can't let my life end because of one guy... even if he is a prince."

I walked out the door and walked towards the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth. As I got dress, I frowned realizing I owed my friends apologies.

I walked out the apartment and caught the elevator. I was alone with my thoughts when J.A.R.V.I.S. spoke, "Ms. Anastasia, good morning, happy birthday."

I smiled, "G'morning, J.A.R.V.I.S. what is on my agenda today?"

"Mr. Stark, wants the team to know about a charity party, he and Mrs. Potts are throwing next week. As well as, a party to celebrate Ms. Stark becoming the CEO." J.A.R.V.I.S. states.

"Cool thanks, Jar." I ran out the elevator into the common room.

Running into Vision, I looked up, "Oh sorry, Vis."

"Anastasia, your out of bed."

"Yes, I am." I nodded.

"And how are you?" Vision asked.

"I'm fine... and yourself?"

Vision embraced me. As he let's go, I saw a glimpse of pity in his eyes. Pity for me.

"I'm fine, Vision, really. No harm done." I stated, though, it was more to convince me than it is to convince him.

As I walked away, I felt my rage bubble inside me but still managed to put on a smile when I saw my friends.

I whispered to myself, "Picking myself up."