Margot POV

Flashback

''I know your secrets. I know your weaknesses. I know how to control you. It's so easy. And you should be thankful you have me. Without me you'd be nothing.'' He raises his voice at me once again when I don't comply with his standards.

He asked me to extend my powers to protect him in the battle with the Avengers and Earth's other superheros. I was supposed to deflect guns and any other forceful powers against him, but on this dark planet with men and women desperately fighting to save their lives I kept getting distracted. So Thanos got shot and hurt quite a few times while I was supposed to be helping that.

All of me wanted him dead. But somewhere, somehow I knew he made me dependent on him. He made me feel powerful and indispensable, while in the same breath weak and abused. He was a narcissist. Still I felt obligated to save my own life as many of us do.

''I'm so sorry master...'' I manage to whisper.

With one quick blow he strikes my cheek with his large hand. The force of the blow knocks me off my feet and into the rocky ground of this foreign planet. Dirt gets in my mouth and eyes as I try to lift myself up again.

Suddenly, Captain America starts to fight Thanos and races up to him. He jumps and then grips the infinity gauntlet. He's trying to pry it from Thanos. I want him to. I want them all to win. But my fear overtakes me just as is does every time. I submit to my abuser. I protect him to survive.

I extend a defense shield just close enough so Captain America is overpowered. I have to be very meticulous in how I use my powers in the open. He wanted it to look like he was stronger. He wanted to look like he was invincible. I didn't exist in the equation. I was invisible to anyone else around me except him. I was his secret.

The Captain is soon overpowered and trails to the ground. I feel like I will throw up aiding the enemy. But I have to. I have to.

I drift out of my sleep in a dissociated state. I can remember my flashback dream in full. I'm scared still.

I think back to the day when he was finally destroyed. I was standing far near his left as he sat down to die. He didn't even fight it. He almost seemed to welcome the feeling of death as it hardened and ground at his bones making them crushed stone. He was finally not in control.

Just as soon as I realized what had happened I was teleported back to me captor and back to hell. Then I continued to be pawned off, until SHIELD rescued me.

Pietro knows none of this. It's nothing I want to tell him. He only knows what I've told him the other day which is true. I cannot tell him I was involved in trying to make them lose. He will hate me. They all lost years of their lives because I was helping Thanos. If they all knew, I'm sure I would be dead to all of them.

I sit up and my back begins to ache terribly. I groan in pain as my half dressed body reaches towards the sky. Every joint and tendon in my body is stretched as I lower my hands onto my knees. I plant one foot on the ground, preparing myself to feel sharp pain. In one quick motion I attempt to place the pressure.

My foot trembles in response and I thrust myself back onto my bed in hopeless retreat. I moan in pain loudly.

Suddenly, as if he was listening from the door, Pietro practically knocks the door down. Before I know it he is standing in front of me in a very thin towel. His tan sculpted body is perfection before my eyes. I struggle to pull covers over myself as he begins to speak.

His eyes looks frantic as they run the coarse of my body.

''What are you doing?'' He asks lowly, taking another step towards the bed. I can now new the water droplets forming at the ends of his sunkissed hair. It's mesmerizing.

''I was trying to stretch and stand but my body just can't handle it today...'' I say exasperated. I dramatically fall into my bed, letting the covers fall so that my body is visible to him. Though in loosely fitting silk pjs , I manage to make his cheeks blush.

''Why, What did you think I was doing?'' I ask daringly. I know what he is thinking as I flip onto my stomach exposing my gulps.

''Nothing, nothing little one. I just heard you get frustrated that's all..'' His eyes turn a shade darker than I've ever seen them and his friend begins to show himself beneath the cloth of his towel. He positions his hands skillfully hiding his issue, thinking I will not or have not seen. It's too late. I want to mess with him.

I flip onto my knees slowly, and crawl to the edge of the bed. He takes a surprised step back.

''I'm okay my love.'' I say kissing him on the cheek.

I quickly retreat to my closet to get dressed. I can feel the tension rising in the room. He is sexually frustrated and I am only making it worse. Good. I'm not ready yet.

Pressing my ear to the closet door, I listen.

''God damn it Margot...'' He whispers to himself desperately. I chuckle silently, it was his idea.

When I hear the door close to my bedroom, I know it's safe to come out dressed in different clothes.I can't say I'm not feeling it to but my fear to be touched again far outweighs the want.

And with that I start my day with the Avengers.