I woke up to the feel of a breeze against my face. Steve must have left the window open for me, I thought. I move my head so it digs deeper into the pillow. After that I refuse to shift an inch. I slow my breathing, soaking in the silence. I could feel the beam of sunlight coming through the curtains on my back. In this moment my thoughts hadn't reach me and I was in a thoughtless bless. Unfortunately, these moment never last long. Cause at that moment I feel the fimilaur feeling of someone poking around in my thoughts.

'Come in, Wanda.' I thought.

And just like that, I heard the door of my bedroom open. I twist my body enough so I was now laying on my side, staring to a worried looking Wanda. Taking her first few steps into the room she didn't look up. Instead she kept her gaze on the ground. I waited silently. For me this was normal. People not knowing how to react whether it be for who I was or things I do, moments like this were always bound to happen. Wanda moves to the edge of my bed, looking unsure on what she should be doing.

"Where Steve?" I ask, to break the tension.

"He was sent out, Tony found-"

"What?!" I asked, sitting up in a panic. "Why didn't anyone wake me?"

I fumble my way out of bed. My head was spinning from the sudden movement. I tried ignoring it, moving for my walk-in closet. The way I move made it seem as if I was incredibly hung over. I stumble over my own feet, tugging at my shirt that had ridden up my stomach. Though I hadn't even got my hand on the door when Wanda was standing in front of me. Placing a hand on my shoulder and the other on my waist. Trying to hold me steady. My hand instinctively grabbed on to her wrist.

"Wanda. Steve can't do this by himself."

"He's not." She tried to reassure me. "Natasha is there, Tony, Clint, Banner-"

"I don't care, Steve could get hurt."

"Alex I swear, Steve will be okay."

"You don't know that!" I argued.

"Alex stop!"

I went to step around her again to get my uniform when I felt a push coming from her hands. Making me stumble back. I gave her a warning look. Staring straight into her eyes. Though you could tell by her expression she wasn't back down. My teeth clench as my temper escapes me. My hand tightens on her wrist. Her eyes widen slightly when she realises what I'm doing. Quickly, I twist her arm so inside of her elbow is starting to bend up in the air. I move so I spin under her arm. My back now against her chest. Ready to drag her arm down to crash against my shoulder, easily breaking it, I feel a hand grab mine as I held Wanda's. Glaring up I see Pietro.

Without a second thought I let Wanda's arm go only to grab Pietro shirt, shifting us so I could step forward. Wrapping my legs behind him, knocking him over on his back. Following him down, my knee rested on his chest. Reaching over under my bed, I grab a knife from it holster. I press it close to Pietro neck enough to leave an indent, yet not enough to cause bleeding. Pietro hand grips mine tightly, holding the knife from moving any further. Then he kicks his leg out only to knock me off balance. Knocking me over he switches us so instead he was hovering over me. Both of us holding the knife in the middle of us. I can slightly hear Wanda talking to us, yet I can't make out the words.

However, I do manage to reach my hand up punching Pietro with an upper cut. Making him fall backwards slightly. I use that to kick him to the side. Making him let go of the knife. In a rage I throw it towards him only to have it stop mid-air. Wanda's red aura surrounding it, proving she was the one to stop it. I went to yell at her when I felt a pair of large arms go around my waist. Lifting me up to be held tightly against their chest. Kicking and scratching I thrust to get away from him. I knew it was Steve.

Not just that. Then my sight was cut off be Natasha moving in front of me. Placing both hands on either side of my face. Forcing me to look at her.

"Alex..." She said grasping my attention. "Alex, you have to calm down."

"Fuck. You."

"Alright, you two out." Natasha voice boomed. "Now!"

Both twins look to each other before leaving the room without a word. Natasha moved from her place in front of me only to sit on my bed. Next thing I know Steve was throwing me in that direction as well. I go face first into the mattress. Sending pain threw my body. I sit up, only to stand up on the mattress. Facing Steve I pick up a pillow throwing it at him. Rage running through my veins.

"How stupid could you be?!" I shrieked. "Going without me! What if you get hurt? Dumbass!And you!" I say pointing my finger at Natasha. "Leaving me baby-sitters! What am I? Twelve?"

"You sure are acting like one." She response.

"Might as well if you're gonna treat me like one." I yell.

I get off the bed to stalk out of the room. Slamming the door shut behind me. Well aware I was still in yesterday clothes I head for the elevator. It not long after I hear my bedroom door open followed by Steve heavy footsteps. Though I don't hear his voice until I'm halfway down the stairs. Meters away from where the remaining Averages were relaxing in the lounge room.

"Where do you think you're going?" Steve demanded.

"Out!" I scream over my shoulder.

"No, you are not."

I walk the last off the steps only to be no less than ten steps from the elevator when I feel Steve hand grab my arm, pulling me back to stare at him.

"Your not leaving until you calm down." Steve says. "Hell, even eat something."

"Go fuck yourself! Who do you think you are?" I yell, pushing his chest making him stumble. "My Father?"

"Anyone would right now." I hear Clint side comment.

I could hear Tony and Clint snicker from the other side of the room and Natasha heels coming down the stairs while the Twins stayed silent, staying by the wall of windows.

"Maybe you need one!" Steve interjected.

"Sorry, but I killed the last one, remember?" I say loudly. "So, unless anyone knows how bring back the dead!"

"Alex!" Natasha hissed.

At that comment the whole room went quiet. Everyone knew my family had died. No one really knew how. Few knew it was my fault. Steve of course was one of them. At my comment I looked around the room. Almost as if I was expecting someone to have an answer. I stared at each person individually. Not one would look me in the eyes. Until I got to the Twins. Each just stared at me as if they understood. For my final comment I turn to Steve with a bittersweet smile.

"I didn't think so."

Without another word. Or anyone trying to stop me. I get inside the elevator. Practically holding my breath until the door closed making me unable to see the Avengers anymore. Only then did I unball my fist. Showing the way my hand shaker not only from the lack of food. But from the fear and depression that had now replaced my rage.