"Some days she felt like she was swimming in lies, treading water in a sea of deception. One day, surely, she would drown in her own secrets."
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Venetia Sarafian was never like other women. Rather than sitting back and thinking of how she coul...
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Silence filled the quinjet when the team finally returned. Everyone except for Tony and Clint were stuck in a fog of sorts from the tricks Wanda had played on their minds. They sat on separate parts of the jet as Clint few them who knows where, all stuck in their own thoughts.
Only Steve seemed to be able to pull himself out of his thoughts every once and a while, though it was only briefly. Just long enough for him to make sure that Venetia was still on the jet-- as if worried she would disappear before his eyes. But the brunette was always there, curled up on the floor on the jet in the corner as far away from everyone else as she could get. The horrors of her dream too fresh and vivid for her liking.
"The news is loving you guys." Hill's voice came on over the radio as she spoke to Tony. "Nobody else is. There's been no official call for Banner's arrest but it's in the air."
"The Stark Relief Foundation?" Tony asked.
"Already on the scene," Hill assured him. "How's the team?"
"Everyone's..." Tony paused for a moment, allowing himself to glance around at everyone. No matter how much he wanted to say otherwise he knew that the team was hurt, that the twins had managed to break them. "We took a hit. We'll shake it off."
"Well, for now, I'd stay in stealth mode and stay away from here." Hill warned them, media having already turned up at the Tower, demanding answers as to what had happened in Africa.
"So, run and hide?" Tony scoffed at the thought. Laying low and hiding had never been his style. He was the type of person that wanted to confront things head on, no matter what people had to say to his face.
"Until we can find Ultron, I don't have a lot else to offer," Hill sighed.
"Neither do we," Tony frowned, knowing it was the truth. He ended the conference call with Hill before he moved towards the cockpit, resting a hand on Clint's shoulder. "Hey, you wanna switch out?"
"No, I'm good," Clint assured him. "If you wanna get some kip, now's a good time because we're still a few hours out."
"Few hours from where?" Tony questioned.
"A safe house," Clint didn't bother getting into the specifics. "You can do something for me."
"What is it?" Tony raised a dark brow at the archer.
"Check up on V," Clint requested of him. "See if she'll talk to you."
"You got it," Tony sighed before he moved towards the back of the jet.
