pain

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You wake up at 2:30 am.you had a night terror and couldn't fall back asleep. It didn't really matter since you were used to little to no sleep. You feel restless.

Y"Hey jarvis?"

J"yes miss.y/n, how may I be of service?"

Y"where is the training room?"

J"the twenty first floor. There are three rooms. "

Y"thank you"

J"my pleasure."

You get out of bed and change your clothing. You put on a long pair of leggings,a long sleeved turtle neck, a sweatshirt,and your gloves. You throw on a pair of socks and walk out of your room. You silently walk to the elevator and press the button for the 21st floor. You exit the elevator and walk to the first door you see. You peak through a window on the door and see that its empty. You walk in and walk over to the punching bag. You punch twice and kick once then repeat.

You punch for you dont know how long, but now the sun is starting to come up and your knuckles are bleeding.you think of everything hydra put you through. All the people you had to kill. You punch harder and harder until the punching bag flys off the hook, split and spilling sand everywhere. You grab another bag and put it on the hook, then restart your assault.you do this for another few hours. You hear the door open. You continue to punch and kick.you here something drop, then foot steps.

S"y/n...."

You here Steve say softly.

You continue to punch and kick getting faster and more aggressive with each round.

S"y/n... come on your bleeding."

You punch harder. Some where during your attacking of the bag of sand, you had taken off your gloves and sweater. You here footsteps then a door. A few seconds later you hear footsteps again. But these are calculative and more cautious.  So not steve.

B"y/n... please stop. Your going to break your hand."

You keep punching.

B"it wasn't your fault"

You let out a cry as you kick, and you send the punching bag flying. 

You walk over to the bags and go to pick one up.

B"y/n... stop." 

You hear him walk up behind you.

B"y/n...."

You drop your hand that is reaching for the punching bag. Suddenly your knee gives way and you start falling. But before you hit the Matt two arms are supporting you. You instantly jump and move away. You flash images if people being touched by you, then them falling over dead.

B" I have a theory. Holdout your hand."

You vigorously shake your head no.

B"ok then close your eyes."

You shuffle away some,  but close your eyes.  Two seconds later you feel a hand cup the side of your cheek and wipe away a tear that had fallen. You instantly back up until you hit the wall.you close your eyes.

No no no no no

Hes dead

Because of you he's dead

No matter how hard you try, you can't bring him back.

It should have been you instead.

Why couldn't it have been you instead of him.

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