Into the Mist. (Avengers FanFiction) Sequel to Away We Go

Chapter 16

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Tony Stark’s a.k.a. Iron Man’s P.O.V. 

Calypso stood before the open elevator doors, hair and clothes partly singed, but otherwise completely fine. Steve shadowed her, his hair blackened with ash, and sticking up at absurdly comical angles. Disbelief held me rooted to the couch, and as the minutes passed, Calypso’s expression began to drop, sheepishness giving way to confusion, confusion giving way to worry. “Look, I know what I did was super, mega shitty, but I had to and I’ll explain everything if you guys will let me, and I mean, if you still want me around, if you don’t I can go because I know what I did wasn’t right and I couldn’t risk your safety but I kinda did anyways and I–” she rambled, talking faster with every second of silence that passed. 

Steve placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, completely unperturbed and smiling like the world might just be okay again. Calypso didn't even look up at the gesture, rambling so fast that she began to sound like she was mumbling at a high volume. In the next moment a dark object went hurtling past my head and before anyone could react, hit Calypso square in the face, then fell to the floor with a soft ‘thump’. Calypso blinked in shock as we all stared down at the pillow now resting by her feet. Clint was across in room in five bounds, gathering the still shocked Calypso in a hug. 

“That’s for making me think you were dead, you jerk,” he said, as she hugged him back fiercely, smiling like an idiot. Clint put Calypso down and gave Steve a brief man-hug, before cracking a few jokes about his hair. Natasha walked over more slowly, glaring so hard I was surprised Calypso didn’t combust. 

“If you ever do that again, I will personally kill you, revive you, lecture you, then kill you again,” she threatened, before giving her a quick hug, and a shooting an even steelier glare at Steve that practically screamed “the same applies to you, Stars and Stripes.” 

Pepper Pott’s P.O.V. 

I watched the reunion with a smile, watching the young woman practically buzz with happiness and relief as she talked to Natasha and Clint, leaning partially against Steve who remained quiet, but had one hand resting on her hip. I glanced down at Tony who still sat on the couch, watching the exchange with a menagerie of emotions flickering across his face, before finally settling onto anger. 

“Tony…” I warned as he stood, gaining the small group’s attention. 

“You…” he said, pointing at Calypso, who’s smile quickly dropped when she took note of his menacing tone. Tony began to stalk over, causing Calypso to shift uncomfortably and cast her head down in shame. “You frizzy haired, irresponsible, sneaky, singed, ungrateful, twerp,” he ranted, before joining in on the hug fest. “I’ll be siding with Natasha if you ever do that again,” he warned, prompting a small laugh from the master assassin. 

“You have A LOT of explaining to do,” Clint said, walking back over to the couches and reclining, the tension leaving his muscles for what felt like the first time in weeks.