Sy

The room was completely silent. Sy carefully set the tablet down, guitar still firmly in hand. She wasn't about to set down her most effective method of diffusing the incredibly tense situation. This was worse than the time the Mind Stone had been forcing them to fight all those years ago. Because now, it was personal. A betrayal of the highest order had occurred. The anger was real.

She wasn't sure what started it, but suddenly Steve had lunged, shield still held up defensively, and Tony reacted with his repulsors firing; James dove behind the ruined couch for cover. The room devolved back into chaos. Repulsors firing, metal crunching, glass shattering, the flash of red and blue as Steve's shield flew through the air. Silver glinted as Buc- James threw a punch. Sy dropped the tablet, desperately lunging forward to break up the men, but then someone's hand hit her.

She flew back, thrown across the room by the force of the blow. Her head slammed back, bits of plaster flaking off from the wall from the force of her impact. White hot pain shot through her and black spots danced in her eyes. The pain was so intense she couldn't even scream as her left wing bent under her body in the wrong direction. Sy turned to her side, fighting the urge to pass out from the pain.

When she finally had the strength to stand, her eyes widened. Buc- James's metal arm had been blasted clear across the room, the man on the floor clutching the ruined stump of his prosthesis. Steve stood above a downed Tony, shield raised above his head as dark anger clouded his features. She reached out, and her hand curled around the neck of the guitar, power curling around her. Sy didn't even think as she swung the instrument into her lap, as the air around her thrummed with energy.

She strummed the first cord, shoving all her power into the first few notes. The men froze under the force of her will. Tears filled her eyes as she slowly began to play the melody. As the chords spilled from the guitar, soft lyrics fell from her lips.

All the things you got,

All the things you need

Who bought you cigarettes,

Who bribed the company to come and see you, honey

Power infused her voice, filling the music. It danced through the air, threading through her soul, ripping it to pieces as she made them listen. She could taste the magic her godly heritage had granted her, even as tears poured down her cheeks. The men slowly separated, but Sy could see their muscles straining and tense as they fought her control. She pressed harder, overpowering their anger until they were nothing but putty in her hands. Self loathing filled her as she sang and played, her wings throbbing dully on her back where she'd landed awkwardly. She invaded their minds; hunting through their emotions to make them calm, tapped into pools of patience, dragged into the deep reservoirs of love they carried inside. She wove her power through their emotions, forcing them to feel and love and accept; desperately drawing on already existing emotions, but forcibly manipulating them into the outcome she wanted.

She built steel cages for the anger and hurt that filled the room, and using her music kicked and shoved it away. Pushed away the vengeance that filled Tony and the self-righteous anger that had overcome Steve. She soothed the fear and guilt that James was feeling. She had no idea how long she'd be able to force them to have level heads, but she hoped it would be long enough. Her energy was draining away quickly, partly because she had yet to regain her full strength after she'd been injured in DC and partly because she'd always refused to exercise her gifts in this manner before. But now she had no choice. If she didn't intervene, someone was going to die. And even if no one did, it would tear the team, their family apart.

When the men were in separate corners of the room, and she could feel the artificial calm she'd created for them, Sy slowly stopped singing, even though she continued to play. She felt her power stretch and flow in ways she'd always known she was capable of, but had never used.

"Steve, James. Get out." She ordered in a shaky voice, even though it was still filled with power. If there was a monster within a mile of the cabin, they were going to attack. There was no way any supernatural being wouldn't feel the power she had unleashed in that room. She had a feeling Thor and Loki would already be on their way to her location to investigate the power surge.

Steve and James left stiffly, still more than halfway under her influence. But she also knew that they understood being in the same room as Tony right then was a bad idea. Heaving breaths shook her body as she tried to reign in her conflicting emotions. She looked up at the distraught Tony. She'd shoved away his anger; forcing him to confront the other half of his pain. Grief. Tony sank to the floor as sobs racked his body. Sy couldn't bring herself to comfort him, not after the way she'd just violated him mind. She stepped away from her friend, hands shaking, body growing cold as she trembled.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, before swallowing hard.

"Please ,Tony. I know seeing that video must have been horrible, that knowing what he did to them is tearing you apart right now. But please, help him. It wasn't his fault. It's not his fault." She whispered. Dark pain filled eyes lifted from the ground to meet hers.

"Please Tony. I'm so sorry." She pleaded one more time before turning and fleeing.

The song is Thinking About You by Radiohead