whilst everyone sparred or trained, i was in the room across from them, behind a shut door. i stretched on the bar, avoiding looking in the large mirror, legs flexible, like they’ve done this for years, because they have. i was saved from the red room when i was fourteen, three years ago and had been taken in by tony and the rest of the avengers. i bonded with natasha the most, given we already knew each other, she taught me everything i needed to know, from how to be a person again to how to create a spotify playlist with my favourite taylor swift songs. peter came into my life through him being spider-man and i began feeling things i didn’t recognise so i pushed it down, my feelings manifesting into hate in fear of the unknown. he didnt know of my past and i wanted to keep it that way, having warned the rest of the team if he finds out i wont hesitate to make their life hell.