My legs felt like jelly. I crossed my arms weakly, trying to keep myself from visibly shaking.

Peter opened the car door for me. I slowly climbed inside.

"Eve, what's wrong?" he asked.

I swallowed dryly. "The suit," I managed. I closed my eyes, trying to blink the thought away.

Apocalypse's face flashed in my mind.

I pulled my knees into my chest, trying to stop trembling. I wished Peter didn't have to see me like this. I pulled my wings around myself.

The memory of Charles screaming out in pain filled my vision.

The impact of the metal chunk hitting my torso.

Jesus, kid, I remembered the echo of Stark's voice as I laid dying.

Tears began falling down my face. I let out a shaky sob.

"Eve?" Peter asked softly. "Eve?"

It felt like I couldn't even speak.

I heard the car door open. "Mr. Stark!" Peter called out. I could hear his shoes crunching along the pavement as he ran back inside.

"Kid, I was just about to propose," Stark's voice reached my ears.

"There's something going on with Eve," Peter explained. "All she said was 'the suit'."

I heard two sets of footsteps quickly moving over to the car.

The door closest to me was pulled open but I didn't look up.

"Kid? Eve?" Tony began. He put a hand on my shoulder. "Look, believe it or not, I've been where you are. Whatever you're seeing is all in your head. You're at the Avengers facility. You're okay. Peter is okay. Mr. Xavier is okay. Your brother is okay. Okay? You're safe. Eve, look at me," Stark said.

I managed to look up from my arms hugging my knees into my chest.

Stark's sympathic eyes met mine. "Sucks when your mind turns on you, huh," he said softly.

"Mr. Stark," I began. "I don't think I want to be an Avenger anymore."

The car went silent. "Okay," Tony said at last. "It was a lot for me to ask in the first place. And . . . I'm sorry."

My heart ached for home, for Charles, Warren, and Hank.

Spring break was right around the corner, but I didn't know if I could
just go back to school and stick it out.

"What's happening to me?" I took a deep breath, putting the heels of my hands over my eyes.

"Well, I'm not a doctor," Stark began. "But that was probably some sort of panic attack episode. I used to get them pretty bad. You said the suit caused it?"

"I think so," I sniffed.

"I can change the design," Stark began. "Completely scrap it, no problem."

"No, it's okay," I said. "I, uh, don't need a suit. Friendly neighborhood angel, yeah?"

"Alright," Tony said. "Okay."

"That uh, suit's pretty heavy duty?" I asked.

Stark nodded. "After what happened with the last one—Nevermind."

"Well," I picked my head up a bit more. "I shouldn't need it."

"Right, yes," said Stark. "And should you ever need one with that level of protection, god forbid, I will have a completely new design waiting for you."

I nodded. "Thank you. It means a lot . . . You said you were about to propose?"

"Right!" Stark realized. "I call you about setting up some therapy," Tony said, running back towards the complex.

"Oh, I don't know . . ." I mumbled, sinking into my seat.

"It'll help, trust me!" Tony let the door close behind him.

I looked to Peter who was quietly standing outside the open car door.

"So . . ." he started.

"Yep," I cleared my hoarse throat.

"I-I think I need to maybe go stay with Charles and Warren for a little," I said softly. "Get my mind away from the fact that they were in so so much danger."

"You saved them," Peter assured me.

"But I died!" I shouted.

I hadn't meant for it to come out that way.

"I'm sorry, I didn't—" I put my face in my hands.

"It's okay," Peter said, a sympathetic smile crossing his lips. "You like, didn't even get a chance to process it. Maybe, maybe going home for a little will help." He shrugged.

I nodded. "I hope so."

After Happy dropped off me and Peter back at our apartment complex, I pulled out my phone and called Charles.

"Evelyn, it's so good to hear your voice," Charles said.

I sniffed, trying to keep from crying. "Charles, I think I want to come home for a little while."

"Of course," Charles answered. "Evelyn, what's wrong? You sound upset."

I explained everything: the offer from Stark and the new suit, the flashbacks, the panic attack. My voice started getting hoarse as I pushed through the tears.

"Okay, alright," Charles said softly. "I'll send Hank to come and pick you up."

"Okay," mumbled shakily. "I'll, I'll pack a bag."

"Alright," Charles responded. "Hank will be there soon. I love you, Evie."

"Love you too," I sniffled.

"I will see you very soon, okay?"

"Okay."

I set the phone down and let out a long sigh. I was going home.