AN-

I'm baaa~aaack! Hey sorry for the annoyingly long update, but my computer broke and I'm waiting for a new one, so I'm using the family computer.

The stairs seemed to go on forever as I went down them. It was eerily quiet and the lights seemed dimmer. I instinctively made my footsteps quieter. I passed through the training rooms, noting each person's different room: the archery and sparring are for Clint, the gun range for Natasha, the weight room for Steve, the flight test room for Tony, Loki's meditation room, and mine. I stopped in my training room and looked around. The punching bags, the stretching mats and the mini fridge full of weird drinks and foods. I walked over to the stretching mats and stood with me feet together and twisted to the sides, popping my back. I then reached up and let the muscles tighten and then I bent forward placing my palms flat on the floor. I instantly felt ten times better. The silence finally getting to me, I called to Jarvis.

"Could you turn on the relaxing track, please?" I called and waited as My Immortal by Evanescence came on.

I continued with my basic yoga and let the music poor over me. The song ended and I sat down and as if Jarvis knew, the music stopped. I looked around feeling completely emotionless. I went over everything in my head. Okay Bruce and Natasha, Tony and Steve, Clint and Loki, and Loki and me. All of them were fighting. I was jealous of Thor having the ability to not fight with the team.

"I'm fine in the fire, I feed on the friction. I'm right where I should be, don't try and fix me." I heard Clint singing.

I turned to the door and watched as Clint strode in, completely oblivious to me. Why was he in here? I watched silently as he strode over to the mini fridge and rummaged through it; of course.

I cleared my throat and he whipped around to face me.

"Sorry I didn't see you here." He said stabbing a straw into chocolate milk.

I kept my face emotionless as he walked over to me.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

I made no movement other than my eyes watching as he sat down in front of me.

"Steph?" He asked quietly.

I couldn't bring myself to say anything. I wasn't going to lie, yet I wasn't going to tell the truth.

His eyebrows scrunched together trying to read my face.

"Please talk to me."

I shook my head, finally moving and the floor must have become really interesting, because I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I could feel Clint staring at me trying to understand and I noted the tears beginning to pool in my eyes. Clint wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head.

I knew something was wrong, remembering before I was with S.H.I.E.L.D and that same feeling I had now came lodging its way back into my heart and I couldn't do anything about it. That was when the tears started to fall.

AN-

Yes, yes I realize this is short, but I made it that way, because I feel evil. And oh noes! What's going to happen to Steph? Stay tuned lovlies! ;)