Chapter 19 - The Paint

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Elytra had snuck into Pietro's room, having already known the Avengers would take the staff away when they were done meeting. She turned the knob, and opened the door to find walls covered in his work. There was not one space without swirls and trails of colors, every color of the rainbow and beyond.
Pietro's bed remained unmade, the navy blue sheets ruffled, the pillows in disarray. His desk sat in the corner, sketchbooks, charcoal, and colored pencils strewn across its surface.
Elytra held back all the tears she had saved for him, and let her fingers trace the paintings on the walls, making her way to the desk. What lay on the desk although, made Elytra let out a sob, before covering her mouth with her hand. One of the sketchbooks, the largest, was open to the last picture Pietro had drawn, a picture of her.

 One of the sketchbooks, the largest, was open to the last picture Pietro had drawn, a picture of her

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Elytra quickly wiped the tears from her eyes, and searched for what she came for. She found everything she needed in his closet. Elytra tucked the biggest two canvas she could under one arm, held a paint box in her hand. She snatched a few brushes from Pietro's desk, whispered a goodbye, and ran all the way back to her room.
Elytra decided against the brushes for the most part, relying on her fingers instead. She had poured paint on her arms, dipped her fingers in it, and began to paint. Elytra might forget what her father looked like, but if she had a picture, she would never.
Elytra started with the outlines, then the details. She was in the middle of painting Loki's golden helmet when the door opened. "Elytra?" Clint's voice echoed from the doorway. She lifted her head long enough to acknowledge him, before dipping her middle finger in the gold paint on her forearm. Elytra dragged her finger across the canvas, as Clint came over to stand behind her.

He had seen Pietro's door open earlier, and knew that no one but Elytra would have gone in there

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He had seen Pietro's door open earlier, and knew that no one but Elytra would have gone in there.
"I know why you are here." She spoke, gesturing to her father's staff. "You may take it now."
"We were hoping you would join us for dinner." Clint said, "An agent will come for the Chitauri staff later."
Elytra nodded hesitantly, going to the bathroom to wash off the excess paint. Even after scrubbing for several minutes, the paint still stained her forearms and hands. Elytra decided she would leave it be, shrugging on an oversized sweatshirt over her tank top and leggings. Tying back her hair and rolling up her sleeves, Elytra joined Clint at the door.
"The Avengers are not happy about my father, are they?"
"No." Clint responded, almost immediately, "They are not."
"Are you?" She asked, looking to the ground.
"I will not judge you for who your father is. Elytra, you have done absolutely nothing wrong. You are a beautiful, brilliant, strong girl, and that will not change because of his mistakes."
Elytra looked up at Clint, but quickly looked down again with the smallest hint of a smile on her face.
They walked into the lounge, where Tony had ordered many pizzas, and everyone was busy eating and chatting. Tony motioned them over, laughing when he saw Elytra. "What happened to you?"
"I was painting."
Tony chuckled and Elytra turned to go get a slice of pizza, but a pain in her back stopped her. 'Oh, right.' Elytra remembered her whip and bullet wounds, prohibiting her from fast movements. Clint saw her grimace, and motioned for Elytra to sit on the couch, while he got her food.
Elytra gratefully accepted his offer, and slowly made her way over to sit on the couch. Steve and Thor were in a deep conversation, but looked over at Elytra for a brief moment. Steve looked at the depressed expression on her face, and the paint on her arms and face. He turned back to Thor.
"Elytra needs a distraction." Steve said, and went into a conversation with everyone except for her. They agreed.
Elytra had finished her pizza, and soon snuck back to the safety of her room. She snatched a bottle of green paint, poured some on her arm, and continued to paint.

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