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"Emily you can't not eat. Your going to kill yourself. At least drink some water." Harry's daily plea to get me to eat rung through my head once again. It had been three days since I had been captured by shield because they thought I was evil. Three days since Peter saw me kiss Harry. Three freaking days since I lost my voice. I shook my head, but grabbed the water and downed it before it could freeze. I then threw the frost covered cup at the ground. I glanced at Harry from the corner of my eye, he was shivering. As soon as he saw me looking he tried to stop, but he collapse. I ran over to him. "Har..." I tried to rasp out. But I started coughing instead. The ice on the walls thickened and Harry shook harder. I panicked. "Pete, Gwen, Steve, SOMEONE,please I need help. Please. You wouldn't let someone die because of you would you." I forced out. I hoped the jab at them being heroes helped. I looked back down at Harry. His lips were turning blue. I looked around at the walls and tried to concentrate. I saw the ice recede a little bit. I looked at the door again, but no one was coming. I let out a sob. I couldn't let Harry die, I don't know why, but he just doesn't feel right. He was acting different. And I couldn't shake the fact that his eyes were different. I heard the door open, Peter and Steve walked in. I sighed in relief. Steve walked over to me. "Hey I'm sorry, they didn't want to help. Im going to take him away from this room. He'll warm up there." I jumped up, yelling at him, but only croaks came out. I ran over to Harry and put something in his hand. I saw his nod and didn't struggle when Steve held me back. Peter dragged him out and Steve let me go. I dropped to the ground, not even bothering to catch myself. Peter didn't even look at me.

It was a month until I saw anyone. By then I had managed to make all the ice into furniture. I had complete control over the ice part of my powers. I just had to get the other aspects of it under control. But my first thought when I saw Tony walk through the door was that they were done with me freezing the robots they used to bring me food. "Hey." he said. I stood up and let out a dark chuckle. "Really. A month. And you say hey. Wow. Hi Tony, it's nice to see you. I've been great. Oh except I don't know when it is, or why exactly I'm here, or why you're here, or why nobody has visited me. But you know, getting clothes and food from a robot has been awesome. How have you been?" I lashed out at him. He stared at me for two seconds, then burst out laughing. "It's December twenty fourth. You're here because shield is stupid. I'm here to get you out, we've decided you were just being a hero. Nobody has visited because we weren't aloud to. And I have been horrid without my future daughter." "Wait what...daughter? What are you talking about?" "Uh, well I finally asked your dad out. Like I have wanted to." "Bu-but Pepper?" "She knew. We were dating for the press." I nodded slowly. Then started laughing. "This is so surreal." he just laughed along with me. He threw me a pair of clothes. "Here, I'll wait outside the door."

I walked out with a silver tank top, and black skinny jeans. My white boots had a four inch wedge and my hair was up in a ponytail. "You look great." I rolled my eyes at Tony then I looked at the stairs. "I never thought I would dread walking up those stairs. I'm surprised they kept me at Stark Tower." he just shrugged and we started our climb. I walked into the dining room laughing, but stopped at the looks I was getting. I looked down but looked up when I was pulled into a bone crushing hug. Thor. He set me down and I was instantly grabbed into another hug. The person pulled

back. "Gwen." I sobbed out. She hugged me again, shaking with tears. "Peter doesn't hate you. I promise. He was just sad. He hasn't spoken to anyone since you were out into that abomination of a room." she whispered in my ear. "Hey Gwen how bout you let her boyfriend hug her." she drew back and I stared at the boy who had kept me sane for the entire month. We both stood there. I'm not exactly sure who moved first but the next thing I knew I was sobbing in his arms. He picked me up and walked over to the recliner and sat down. I clung to him like a lifeline. And was surprised when his grip tightened. I tried to pull back but he just pulled me closer. "Don't. Don't apologize. I know you too well, and none of this is your fault. I didn't even ask how you were doing that day. Don't say anything." I nodded, for once actually listening to him. I looked up at his surprised face. "So how have you been." I said trying not to laugh. He looked down at me sheepishly. "What would you do if I said I hadn't been eating or sleeping?" "Well I would probably slap you, then go and sit with my dad, who should probably explain when he started liking Tony." I said mock glaring at Bruce. Peter, Tony, and Steve started chuckling. That's when I noticed the very unprofessional distance between Steve and Gwen. "And do Captain Wonderful and my best friend want to tell me whats going on between them?" Steve immediately stopped laughing and looked down with a red face. "Well its Christmas eve everyone! So let's eat." Clint said awkwardly.

I was hoping I would get to go the entire dinner without any questions. But I was just unlucky. "So what were you feeling when you were in that cage." Clint asked. "Clint!" "No it's fine. You know that funny feeling you get when you know the person who is standing next to you claims to be your friend? And you know that person you are talking to hates you. And when your "friends" are glaring at you while laughing at your jokes. No? Well I do. It may take you months to find out, and at first it may feel like you lost a friend, but you soon realized that you didn't lose a friend, you never had one to begin with. At first it will hurt, burn even. At first you will be lonely, and depressed. But then you have to stand tall. You have to move on. You have to be happy. Because there is no greater revenge than being absolutely happy when someone wants you to hurt. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be happy with myself. I worry that if I can't be happy with myself, then no one will ever be happy with me, and that just makes me more paranoid. It's a cycle; insecurity, unconfidence, and diffidence. It's a cycle and it's destroying me. Maybe some people aren't meant to be saved. Because you cannot possibly begin to imagine how much I hate myself. You asked me if I was afraid, and I didn't say it all. I should have added that I am afraid of being forgotten. Because it seems everyone I get close to, ends up forgetting about me. Sometimes I get so sad I can't breath. So tell me, how do you expect me to talk about my demons, when they're sitting on my lungs. I say that I don't want to talk about it, actually I do, but I'm afraid of your reaction. I'm afraid that you'll never see me as an equal again. I'm afraid of seeing the pity in your eyes when you realize how screwed up I really am. I'm not good at anything, the only thing I'm good at is hiding the pain. If you could read my mind you would be in tears. I'm just sick of pretending to be happy! I want to believe in something. Something is better than nothing... right? But I'm slowly giving up. HA! I wonder how long it would take anyone to notice if I just stopped talking. What would you do if I told to I wanted to die. Why? Because I feel like I bother people just by being alive. You say I still have to grow up. You say you have grown up. Some people are like trees,they take forever to grow up, and some people have been dragged through hell and been forced to grow up. Even though they act immature, and those people are the most creative most artistic. They are the prodgeties because they are grown is a child's body. Maturity is not when we speak big things its when we understand small ones. I tell people I'm tired when I am in fact depressed, I tell people I'll be fine tomorrow, but I know tomorrow will be worse. And that's how I felt in that torture chamber Clint. Is that what you were expecting? Excuse me." I wiped my mouth and stood up. And walked out of the room.

I sat on the balcony porch and remembered when Loki was here. He was smashed on this balcony by the hulk. Oh I never thought Loki would be considered good memories. Wait... Loki. I got up as fast as I could and ran down the stairs. I burst into the dining room. "LOKI!" everyone looked at me. "What?" "Lately I've noticed something. Harrys eyes were bright blue. So blue it was unnatural, tesseract blue. Harry has grey blue eyes. And Clint had the exact color eyes. I was right he was being controlled." I looked at all of them hopeful, but all of their eyes were cast down. "...Where is Harry?" I asked getting suspicious. "He...was taken by shield." I looked at Tony "What." I said as cold as possible. I once again spun on my heel and walked out. Fury had hell to pay.