this wasn’t too fun. you had just recently saved the world with the avengers— which sounds great, right?

wrong.

when you were younger, you had gotten your superpowers without asking. and since then, you’ve been helping out whenever you could despite how young you were.

and now, you were rethinking everything. you rethought how much you’ve messed up, all the things you could’ve done better, what you could’ve been if you never got your powers. you just wanted a normal life as a kid, you just wanted to live without fear.

everyone else was either celebrating the defeat of ultron or catching up on well deserved rest, while you sat on the roof staring out at the city.

Clint walked up behind you, crossing his arms with a raised brow. “hey {{user}}, you okay? we’re all downstairs.”