I barely make it past the doors of the gym when a heartbroken sob claws its way out of my chest.
I begin to feel as if my world has been turned upside down, and it's my fault, no less.
I don't want to ask what happened, because something inside me has a feeling that I'll lose control the moment I find out what happened to my parents.
As I'm heading to the punching bags when my knees give out and I give in to the despair and agony I have been feeling since I walked back into that boardroom.
Clint's pov:
I watch helplessly as my baby sister practically sprints out of the room.
"Should we tell her that there were notes left behind for her in the crime scenes?" Director Fury asks, concerned as he turns towards me.
"No. She will lose it if she does," I respond, as I get up, moving to walk out of the boardroom.
I have always tried to shelter my sister from the harshness of this world, sadly, I realize I have failed the ugliness has somehow managed to touch my Eyas. Perhaps even corrupting her.
As I rush towards the gym, where I have a feeling Eyas may be. I can hear her gut-wrenching sobs as I get near the door.
I don't hesitate to go in. She's sitting on the padded ground, with her knees pulled up to her chest and small frame, trembling with each sob.
She tenses for a brief moment when she hears me walk in, but relaxes after she realizes that it's only me.
"They're gone, Hawk, they're gone." She sobbed, lifting her head to look at me.
"I know," I whisper back, sitting next to her.
She looks so tiny, briefly reminding me of when she was younger and she'd fall or do something wrong, usually coming to me to help or protect her.
"I-I...I'm sorry we all lied to you. We thought it'd be best for you to be kept in the dark." She mutters, leaning her head onto my shoulder.
"Pfft… it's water under the bridge." I say, patting her head lightly.
I can hear her annoyed scoff, "I'm not a dog you, asshole."
I chuckle in response, which only gets her angrier. Until the reminder of our parents sobers us up.
"Are you going to be able to handle going back to Forks? Your ex could still be wandering around there." I say.
"He won't be a problem." She says, confidently.
The amused expression she's sporting informs me that there's more to that story than she wishes to say.
"What are you keeping from me?" I ask her, eyeing her suspiciously.
Bella's pov:
"Not a single thing, brother dearest," I say, giving him a small smile before we stand up.
Smiling at how I know the Cullens won't be a problem.
"Do you want to finish sparring?" He asks.
I nod, before pulling off my blue sweater.
"Do you mind if I ask you a question?" He asks, quietly, as he stretches.
"You already did," I answer smartly.
"Another question." He clarifies as we begin to circle one another, and he throws the first jab.
"Go for it," I say, shrugging as I shake off the first two jabs.
"Are you ever going to tell anyone how much of a fangirl you truly are?" He asks, teasingly, as he roundhouse kicks me in the ribs.
I quickly duck down, and sideswipe him, knocking both his feet from under him.
"Oomph." He gasps, as he falls back unexpectedly.
"No, and if you want to live to see the day you have children, you won't either." I threatened.
He quickly uses his legs to knock me down before I retaliate by using my legs in a submission move, keeping my legs around his neck and face.
"Alright, alright. I promi-th." He mumbled through squished lips.
He uses his hand to tap out. "Who taught you hand-to-hand combat?" He asks, rubbing his face.
"Your girlfriend." I grinned, amused at his sudden blush.
"How long have you known?" He asks, suspiciously narrowing his eyes at me.
"Since it happened...five years ago. Just after Budapest." I say getting to my feet.
He throws his towel at me, as I dance away towards a table near the locker rooms to get a water bottle.
"Damn, gossiping...women." He mutters as he reaches for one.
"So where to, after this?" I ask, after sipping my water.
"Nat's house." He mutters.
"Oooh. Nat's house. Eh?" I taunt.
"Yes, now shut up, before I tell the Cap—" he taunts back before the doors creak open.
"Tell me what?" Rogers asks as he comes out of the locker rooms, in a pair of jeans and a tight gray t-shirt that stretches over his thick muscular arms.
"Nothing," I say, snatching my bottle before rushing into the locker room to change like my ass is on fire.