I despise this; I detest this. Sitting in the cold, dank cell on the stiff bed, I wished this had never happened. The jury would be back soon; they'd decide my fate. No one would care that I'm innocent; those twelve strangers would decide I'm guilty. I could feel the looks of judgement while I sat in that courtroom. I did not kill her, yet no one believed that; I don't think my lawyer even believed that. Flopping back on the rock hard cot, a soft groan leaves my lips as I thought about that night I met them, the night my world changed. I thought it would be good for me. I thought that having a group of people that were my family would be a wonderful experience, but I see now that I was a fool. I miss my old life, my plain, boring life. It was good, had a good reputation, a good person; now I am seen as a murderer. The door opens, and there stands a guard and my lawyer; I know it is time; the jury has decided. "Come on Y/n; they've reached their verdict." I swallow hard as I sit up and slip my shoes on; standing I walk to the door and hold out my hands for the cuffs. As the cold metal wraps around my wrists, I know one thing, and one thing only; this would have never happened if I had not met the avengers.