The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 13: Dinner...

"Time for dinner." Peter says to me.
Shivers went down my spine. The last time I heard that was the night before my family was.... well, killed.
I walk over to the dining area and wait for everybody to take a seat, and then take whichever seat was empty, which happened to be near Bucky and Peter.
At the table was me, Peter, Bucky, Steve, Nat, Clint, Bruce, Tony, and Thor.
I don't really know how I remembered all of their names.
Tony had said there were more people that usually came to Stark Tower, but they weren't here right now. Clearly.
A plate comes up in front of me. Pepper, I think her name was, is handing out the plates of food.
I look down at the food.
It looked delicious.
I think Bucky could tell I was staring at the food in awe a bit too much, considering he taps me from under the table, trying to get my focus back.
I look up. I couldn't wait to eat it. I was starving.
I didn't eat anything besides a small pancake all day.
Everybody starts eating, so I take that as a sign to start eating.
I pick up the fork and knife. I hadn't used these in a long time. Well, besides the knife, I mean... because, you know... yeah.
I cut the steak, which I'm surprised they have considering it's expensive, and take a bite.
It was delicious.
...
Soon, everyone's finishing up their food, and everybody's just sitting.
"How'd you enjoy school today?" Tony asks.
I look up at him.
I hated it. It was the worst.
Peter looks up at me and back at Tony.
"It was... okay." I whisper, lying.
I didn't like it. I couldn't go back.
Peter looks at me, worried.
"Mr. Stark...." Peter says.
Tony looks up at Peter. Peter shakes his head, indicating it was not okay.
Tony looks back at me.
"Alright, what happened kid?" He asks me.
Everybody's staring at me.
Please, stop.
I didn't want to explain it to anybody. Not him, at least.
"Come on, you could tell me. I mean, I have an idea, but I need to make sure it's true." Tony says, clearly impatient.
I didn't want to answer him.
I looked around at everybody looking at me.
God, I hated when people did that.
When they don't say anything, staring, and waiting for someone to say something.
"Peter?" Tony asks.
What the fuck? If I don't want to talk about it just accept that. I didn't want to bring up the past again.
Not the present, again.
"I- Mr. Stark, I don't- I don't think she wants to talk about it..." he stutters.
"Well if you don't tell me you're just going back there so...."
I cut him off. I couldn't take it anymore. He's not my mother. He doesn't tell me what to do.
I get up from my seat.
"I don't want to talk about it, okay? Can't you accept that? And why do you get to boss me around? Telling me where I go and when I go. I'm not a child! I don't need you saving my ass and worrying about me!" I yell a bit too loud. I was out of control. I must have flung a bunch of furniture, accidentally, at my rage.
My powers, especially that one, was hard to control.
Shit. Now everybody thought I was a freak.
For sure.
Everybody stared at me in shock.
They would kick me out, won't they?
Nobody said a word.
"I- sorry." I whisper, turning invisible.
I run back to my room.
Nobody got up after me.
Nobody cared. They never did.
I won't cry. I can't cry. If I cried they'd think I was weak.
I don't want to be weak.
But I also want a hug.
I close the door behind me to my room, leaning up against it.
"She's crazy." I hear. Fuck you, Stark.
"You can't just call the girl crazy." Bucky says.
"YOU don't have the right to tell me that. You're just as bad." He yells back at him.
Gosh, what did he have against the tortured souls.
"She's been through a lot..." Clint says.
"What? Now you're feeling sympathy for the serial killer?" Tony remarks, upset.
This guy had anger issues.
"She was a kid, Tony..." Bruce chimes.
"So what? She still killed more than 40 people over the last 70 years! We could've killed her that day when she was trying to get Barnes! But no, I'm giving her a chance." He yells back.
Fuck. He knew the amount, too.
"Oh my God, Tony. Do you hear what you're saying?" Steve says, upset with him.
"You guys feel sympathy for the murderers. Go ahead. But when she ends up killing you all I don't want to hear it. She's-..." he pauses.
"She's a monster." I hear.
My stomach drops.
There it was.
It was true. I was a monster.
I stumble to the window. I needed to leave.
I don't care if the windows were electrical.
I don't care how high up I was.
I would probably survive anyways, because of those experiments.
"Ah." I mumble, when my finger gets electrocuted.
It burns. I didn't care.
I cry, opening the window. My hand hurt.
It didn't compare to the hurt inside though.
I look out at the city.
I was really high up.
I cry, figuring out what to do.
Jump?
Don't jump?
Nobody would care anyways...
I shake the thoughts away.
I didn't know what to do. Not now. Not ever. I was clueless.
Suddenly, the door bursts open.
"Sarah! Stop." I hear Bucky yell.
I wasn't going to jump. He thought I was. I thought I was, too.
He slams the window shut, causing the electrical window to start up again.
He looks at my fingers that were burned.
I start to cry. I couldn't hold it in any longer.
He pulls me into a hug, trying to comfort me.
It was nice to be hugged.
"Don't ever... try that again." He whispers.
I probably would.
He sits down next to me on my bed.
"What happened?" he starts, "At school."
I shake my head.
"They.. um. History class."
That's all I needed to say for him to understand.
It was words coming out of a textbook, but the textbook could never really fit all of history into it. Especially when they wanted to exclude history. Let it repeat.
He sits next to me for a while, probably thinking too.
He probably thought a lot, too.
About what happened.
I finally pluck up the courage to ask him, "Why did Stark say you didn't have the right to tell him anything?" I whisper, still choking on tears.
He looks at me, clearly upset that I heard the conversation.
"You heard all of it?" He asks.
I nod. Every. Single. Word.
He sighs. "I.. um.... I killed his parents."
Right there, I could see the hurt in his eyes.
Guilt.
He lived with their son. And he knew. And he could never take it back.
"I wasn't.. thinking. I wasn't in control..." he mutters.
I wondered how much comfort he ever got from others.
He looks back at me.
"Where you actually going to jump?" He asks.
I shrug.
I didn't know, really. I could, easily.
But I also couldn't.
I could tell he was bothered by the conversation that happened with Stark.
He called me a monster. A murder. A serial killer.
And the worst part, Bucky was just like me. And he was sitting right in front of him.
He gives me a last hug, before leaving.
"Just remember, monsters aren't born, they're created. You and I? We were never the monsters. More the puppets of the monsters." He whispers.