Staring down at the pills in her hand she felt tears stream down her face. Those pills were all she had to look forward to now. Everything in her life had gone horribly wrong and she couldn't handle it anymore. It was all so much to carry on her tiny feeble shoulders. . . and the weight was crushing her.

She lifted the handful closer to her lips and gave one last look in the mirror.

Do it. . .

She looked down at the handful one last time before feeling the first pill brush against her lip, then the next and next. Eventually she had an entire gang in her mouth and all so suddenly she swallowed them. Each one slowly slithering down her throat and vanishing into the pit of her stomach.

She collapsed to the floor with a load smack on the tile floor. She shook uncontrollably feeling her heart racing against her chest and struggling in pain. Lights began to blend together and she was losing focus in her vision. The floor beneath her felt as if it were vanishing and crumbling beneath her. She soon felt herself falling into a dark abyss, seeing all colors fade into a charcoal black.

All the colors the were keeping her tied to the earth were vanishing and dissolving, finally letting her go. She was slipping into the cold where all peace would overcome her and she would never hurt anybody again. It was all going to be over. . .

"(F/n)!? (F/N)!?"

Darkness.


Beep... Beep... Beep...Beep.

Her eyes slowly opened and she let the white light suddenly flow over her. She squinted when the light had become to harsh. She felt a groan slip through her lips.

The sound of a scraping chair sounded next to her and she turned her head slowly. A blurred figured was leaning over her and muffled voices were filling her ears.

"Why would you do it!?"

"You could have died!"

"What the hell were you thinking?!"

"We could have lost you, (F/n)."

All the words and phrases were coming all too quickly and giving her a headache. She groaned loudly in annoyance, hoping whoever was speaking would shut up... There was silence except for the beeping that hadn't stopped since she had opened her eyes.

Her vision finally came into focus and she wished she had never woken up to begin with. There stood just about everyone she didn't want to be involved with.

The Avengers. All, but two.

Natasha had her arms crossed across her chest as she stood at the foot of (F/n)'s bed. Clint was on the other side of the room leaning against the wall as he stared angrily at the floor. His fists were clenched tight into his chest. Tony looked angrier than anyone else in the room as he tried to break the window with his cold glare to the outside world. Bruce was at (F/n)'s side as he stared at her from above his glasses with an expression only he could maintain with such peace yet anger.

Natasha was about to speak, but Tony's anger-controlled voice beat her, "Get out. Everyone."

They all exchanged glances unsure, but turned walking out of the room. They shut the door behind them and left nothing behind except a deadly silence to be shared between Tony, (F/n)'s older brother, and herself, with the exception of the monitor signaling she still had a heartbeat.

She couldn't help, but feel his anger weighing down on her and she felt as if she were going to sink into the bed and suffocate. She didn't meet his eyes. Not because she didn't want to, but because she felt she could not.

"Why?"

She felt herself quivering at his voice. She wasn't looking directly at him, but could tell from his tone he was ready to scream and cry at once. His voice was low and somewhat controlled, she figured he was speaking through gritted teeth.

"Why?!"

She shuts her eyes in an attempt to block him out, but fails miserably when she feels two strong hands gripping her shoulders. Her wide (e/c) eyes staring at his angry tear-filled orbs. She could feel him shaking regardless of how gathered his grip was.

"Why would you do it?" he says as the first tears fall,"I have done absolutely everything I possibly can to make sure this wouldn't happen!"

She opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. She could not form the words to explain to her older brother that she, indeed, had attempted suicide. With her luck she should have known they would have done everything to bring her back and succeed.

He embraces her tightly and lets out small sobs. This was the side only you and Pepper ever got to see. This was not the cocky Tony Stark everybody knew to be. This was the angry and crushed Tony Stark. The side only few people have ever witnessed.

"Don't you realize you shot this family a world of pain?!" he snaps and lets go as he turns around running frustrated hands through his dark locks of hair.

She felt anger boil in her veins and suddenly her voice rose, "What family!? The one I killed?!"

He let his hands fall and his expression full of hurt and surprise, "Am I not your family? Your brother?!"

"You may be my family, but they are not," she spat coldly.

"Fine," he says,"But that doesn't change the fact you tried to take your life."

She suddenly remembered why she was in her position in the first place and knew he had every right to be angry at her. She let her eyes fall to the ground and the first tears slipped down her cheeks ever so silently.

Tony sighed as he gestured to the door," Do you have any idea what trouble you've stirred up out there?! Well, for started you scared the living shit out of Steve!"

Her eyes become as wide as saucers at the mention of that name. She looked up at her brother and muttered in a child-like voice,"Steve?"

He crosses his arms and manages to stop any more tears from poking at his eyes,"Yes, Steve. He found you and went into shock after getting you to the hospital. He's not doing too well."

He took notice in the immediate guilt crossing her tiny facial expression. He glared," You had all of us worried. Especially me. Do you think everything is just only about you? They all went out of their way to make sure you were always okay and this is how you repay them?"

He glanced down and closed his eyes, the frustration apparent on his eyebrows.

"How you repay me?"

She felt her voice break,"I didn't mean to-"

His head snapped up and the anger boiling behind his irises, "Oh, no. You did mean to. You wanted to take your life. You didn't mean to survive, is what you didn't mean."

She froze at his words knowing it was all very true. She chose to and wanted nothing more than to pass, but things hadn't gone to her liking.

He huffed in disbelief," Maybe you would learn to be happy if you weren't always so selfish."

With that he stormed out the door and walked down the hall leaving her alone. She felt hopeless and exhausted. She didn't want any of this to happen, but it seemed things could never go her way. She closed her eyes and let her, possible, future problems form in her head.

She was going to go through the snowball effect and she knew it very well. It would start out with one problem and as that problem, like the snowball, rolled down it would collect more issues and become larger and larger... until eventually it would crash right into her.

Tears fell as she felt guilt pin her down and wondered if everybody was doing alright. Especially Steve. What if Natasha and Clint were on a mission and she'd blown their cover? They could have died. Did Bruce lose control and let the other guy get the best of him? What if Tony had been stressed enough already and she'd only made things worse? Did the news ever reach Thor? Did Thor get upset and smite a town with a thunder storm? What if Steve was going to have to suffer through therapy? He would never be able to get near her again without being extra overprotective.

All the worst thoughts formed in her head. Her hear beat picked up and the monitor proved it. She felt her heart ache and write in agony.

What have I done?

~To Be Continued...?

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