“I’m sorry”
“Wait, no, please!!!”
Before you knew it, you were back in front of the Avengers tower. Thor and Loki where fighting with Sif in Washington, while you were stuck here. Yeah, the rest of the Avengers were here, but you still could’ve fought with them; Your powers, although almost identical to Wanda’s, were quite useful in battle. You tired out easy, but you were working on that. Loki worried too much anyway. He knew what you were capable of and that you were very independent, but ever since you somehow fell in love with that mischievous man (or god, however you wanna put it) he was protective over you, putting you before himself in almost every situation.
“Dammit!” You shout as you slam open the door enter the tower. You did have anger issues from time to time, and you hated it when everyone left you out of things since you where the youngest of the team. So what? Others had the same issue. You breathed heavily as you entered the elevator, B-lining it for the workout room and slamming your fists into the punching bag until your knuckles bled, partly due to the fact you didn’t bother wrapping them first. You took down the bag, now with a blood stain here and there, and set it in the corner by some of the obliterated punching bags Steve had left behind. You went up to were the rest of the team was, deciding to take the stairs take out as much energy as you could, not wanting to show the others how you felt.