Chapter 3

Well she lives in a fairy tale
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of a world that she's left behind
It's all about the exposure the lens I told her
The angles are all wrong now
She's ripping wings off of butterflies

-Brick by Boring Brick, Paramore

Clint had watched the video feed five times already, still trying to process what he had been watching. She had cut her thumb on a piece of the broken vase when she went into an episode, a flashback. The shattered pieces began to lift and move until finally it was flying around her, cutting into her skin, she had lifted her hand to stop a larger piece, and it sunk into her palm. The pieces of the vase suddenly froze in place for a second before dropping to the ground suddenly. She pulled the piece out and threw it into the trash before putting pressure to her palm, her eyes wide in terror. She had been like that for a minute until Clint had came in. Tony had also showed the feed from shortly before that as well, from when the vase first broke.

Clint was now concerned, there hadn't been a single incident since the hospital, why was there a sudden spike now? Tony was just as concerned as well. "I wonder if there's a way to teach her to control it...I don't exactly know anyone with the same abilities as her. And with S.H.I.E.L.D. gone, I can't hack their files to find someone. Natasha didn't exactly spill those secrets onto the web", Tony said while sipping some scotch from his glass. The scotch glass he had set down in front of Clint, still remained untouched.

"I know. Bruce might be able to teach her a few things about general mental control, if he ever comes out of the lab. I'm going to try to get her to actually work out when she's in the gym, instead of watching. I think we should give her some time though, today was...rough to say the least", Clint slowly set down the tablet that he had been watching the feed on. He grabbed the scotch glass and threw back the drink, earning him a glare from Tony.

"It's meant to be sipped", Tony grumbled while pouring both of them some more. He eyed the archer carefully, making sure he drank it correctly.

"I know", Clint spoke while taking a sip to show him, " We're going to have to convince her to let Bruce draw some blood to run tests. It's possible that the sudden increase in telekinetic abilities could be related to the thinning of her blood." It was a grim topic, however it wasn't the only thing he could think off. Could this also be related to what she had been working on? He knew that Jenna had been working on genetic modification. What if her research got out? What if it really was as dangerous as Coulson had thought? She's still in danger. Clint felt the sudden urge to protect her. She hadn't asked for any of this, she didn't want to even do the research according to Coulson, she was talked into. She was innocent and now she was paying for something she never wanted. Clint was gripping the scotch glass tightly in his hand, if he didn't let up soon, the glass would break and they would have more glass on the ground.

"Earth to Hawk. You there? You should not be copying Jenna by breaking my glass", Tony waved his hand in front of Clint's face. Finally grounding the archer, bring him out of his thoughts. Clint was shocked at himself, but shook it off.

"Sorry, I haven't slept in a while and after the incident with Jenna I'm exhausted. I should probably get to bed", Clint spoke while setting his glass down on the table. He stood up and stretched his arms before heading off towards his room, waving at Tony without looking back. "G'night." Clint didn't wait for a response and kept walking before coming to a stop in front of Jenna's door. He contemplated checking on her for a moment, before opening her door and sticking his head in the room. She was sound asleep on the bed, her bandaged hand lifted above her head on the pillow. He smiled before closing his door and continuing on to his room.

The next couple days were concerning to everyone, Jenna had become even more childlike, retreating from the world around her. Tony was actually considering bringing in a therapist, when he wouldn't even see one. He was watching her still the oatmeal in her bowl with a sour look on her face, she was glaring at her food. At least he could knock oatmeal off the list of foods to feed her now. How did he end up on babysitting duty? He shook his head and sighed. "Normally I would encourage playing with your food, but you're not even doing that. So go get your shoes on and your coat, we're going somewhere", Tony stood and made his way over to the blond haired woman. She scrunched her face up in disgust as she looked up at him.

"I don't wanna go anywhere. I don't like wearing shoes either", Jenna's voice was very childlike as she spoke. Tony picked up her bowl and headed for the sink.

"I don't care what you want or what you don't like. You either put your shoes on yourself or I'll get Clint to hold you down and I'll put your shoes on for you. Oh don't get to brush your hair, it's a mess", Tony spoke in a bored tone. He felt like a father ordering his kid around. It made him shudder inside, he was a big enough kid on his own, he didn't need any in his tower. He heard a huff and some shuffling, when he turned around, Jenna was gone. Well, he found a way to get her to leave the house. Don't ask, just tell. Pepper was going to throw a fit when she found out he got her to leave the tower without a fuss. He smirk, tonight at dinner was going to be interesting. He couldn't wait to see everyone's faces.

Soon enough Tony was in the driver's seat, with a grumbling Jenna in the passenger seat. He was glad to be getting out of the tower and he was hoping that Jenna would realize what she had been missing out on soon enough to. As he pulled out of his parking garage, Tony could help but to notice her constantly shifting her feet around. He really wanted to know what her deal was with her feet. First things first, finding food she would eat. Second, finding her clothes that aren't sweats and tee-shirts.

He was trying not to laugh at the face she was making as he held up a pink dress. It was even better than the face she made when he held up a pair of shoes earlier. "No", Jenna spoke while turning around and shifting through a rack. He put it back where he found it and crossed his arms as he watched her search through the clothes with no enthusiasm. He looked around the store, it really wasn't her style, even he had to admit that. These clothes seemed to revealing, especially for her, plus he doubted they had her size.

"Come on. Time to go to the next store", Tony grabbed her arm, ignoring the whining sound that came from her. She made it every time someone touched her, he was use to it by now. He pulled her through out of the store and through the mall, to the next one. It looked to be one of the more, locally owned or smaller chain stores. Maybe they would find something here, he was determined to throw out he sweats. As he began sifting through the clothes, he noted the odd 40s style to them. Of course they had some modern twist to them, but they still reminded him of Rogers. He couldn't help but wonder if her shopped here. He was about to tell Jenna that they would be going to the next store, doubting she would wear anything here, but turned to find her holding a blue button up dress up. Then again, she does seem to be a very modest woman.

By the time they were leaving the mall, they had already stopped by his car twice to drop things off. He was proud to see Jenna smiling and tired. They had also stopped at one of the hair salons, he insisted on her getting her hair cut. She had begrudgingly agreed and sat through the lady cutting and styling her hair. Her hair was in beautiful blond curls, his first thought was that Clint need to watch out, Steve might end up making a move on her before he did. She had gotten two button up dresses that had sashes around the waist, three casual skirts and blouses, two dresses that had matching jackets and belts, and finally a couple dress he had insisted on. Of course to much of her dismay, they also got matching shoes at a near by shoe store.

Tony felt like playing spy when they got to the tower, recruiting Happy to help him. He wanted to get Jenna and all of her things to her room without anyone seeing them. The moment they were in the elevator she was taking her shoes and socks off, he couldn't help but to laugh at her. "I guess being barefoot will help you be quiet. But at dinner you're wearing shoes for once", Tony looked down at her laughing when she sent him a glare. She was slowly becoming the woman from before the incident with the vase. Maybe part of her from before was coming back as well, now that he had gotten her out of the tower. When the elevator came to a stop, he peeked his head out and looked around before motioning them to follow, both Happy and Jenna watching him as if he were crazy. They looked at one another before following, not bothering to copy his dramatic looking around. Finally making it to her room without seeing anyone, they were ushered inside by Tony just as footsteps were coming down the hall. Tony handed the bags he was holding off to Happy and pulled her door closed.

He turned to the direction that the footsteps were coming from and waited with the most innocent face he could muster. The person that rounded the corner was Phil, with an extremely worried face. "Where is she?" he asked urgently, almost angrily.

"Who?" Tony asked with mock confusion and innocence. It fooled no one.

"You know who. My sister. I got back a couple hours ago and no one knew where either of you were. She never leaves the tower, where is she?" Phil glared at him, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Oh, Jenna. The woman who can move apples with her mind. She's in her room taking a nap before dinner. You know how children are. Best to leave her alone, she gets cranky when people waking her up before her nap is over", Tony smiled at Phil as he draped his arm over his shoulder and steered him away from Jenna's room. Phil gave him a skeptical look, unsure as to whether or not he should believe him or not. He pulled his cell phone out and sent a quick text to Natasha.

Jenna's in her room. Just went shopping for clothes that aren't sweatpants. Help her with makeup, tonight we celebrate her first outing. Make sure she puts on shoes.

Jenna had her arms cross over her chest as Natasha was holding up a dress and heels in front of her, for her to wear. The red head had betrayed her to Tony. She had shown up ten minutes ago with a bag of makeup in one hand and an empty trash bag in the other. At first the trash bag had been confusing to Jenna, but the moment she started throwing the sweatpants and shirts into she understood. Natasha was under orders from Tony. "Come on Jen. Put them on and let me do your makeup. Tony wants to celebrate the fact you left the tower for the first time and I bet everyone would love to see you in something other than sweatpants", Natasha waved the clothes in front of Jenna.

"How can you do my makeup when I have a big cut on my cheek?" Jenna asked instead of taking the clothes. She knew the moment she took off the sweats to change, they would be thrown into the trash bag, leaving her with only pajamas as the most comfortable thing in her wardrobe. Natasha sat down beside her with a sigh.

"Look. Most of your cuts and injuries are healed up, barely noticeable. The main part about the cut on your cheek is that it's slightly bruised, I can cover that up easily. If it helps, I'll let you you keep two pairs of sweatpants and shirts. It'll be our little secret", the red haired woman smiled at Jenna. Natasha couldn't help but let the softer side of herself show around Jenna. She knew that the assassin in her, would just scare off the blond woman.

Jenna sighed and looked at the woman for a moment before standing up and grabbing the blue button up dress from her. "Fine, I'm not wearing the shoes though."