At first no one notices.

They don’t notice you sleeping less, talking less, your smile seems to fade away, bags under your eyes seemed to get darker as days pass by. You train harder, pushing yourself past limits your body can’t even handle resulting in you passing out.

You would keep telling yourself you’ll never be like them, not strong enough, not durable, can’t heal on your own, don’t have super soldier serum running through your veins.

You just had some useless power you couldn’t control so you didn’t use it, you only trained to fight.

It started small, a snapped word at Sam, a glare at Clint, walking away from Thor when he’d try and cheer you up when he noticed your face. They noticed, of course they noticed.

Tony is the first to bring it up, biting the bullet while you stand in the kitchen. “The hells your problem lately? You’re stomping around like a storm cloud with an attitude.” You’d reply with “I’m fine” or “nothings wrong”.

“I’m just tired.” You mutter, “yeah well so is everyone else here, doesn’t mean you can act out.” He snap back before walking away leaving the room in silence.

Steve tried to get to you as well, tried getting you to tell him what’s wrong during a sparring session. “You’re acting different, it’s like you aren’t yourself anymore.” He spoke almost cautiously, “you’re letting your temper control you.”

“My temper?” You scoffed standing back and looking at him, “I’m not good enough like the rest of you, I don’t have some fancy shield or super solder serum coursing through me, i wouldn’t have to get angry for you guys to notice me!”

Your voice snapped, the room going silent before you shoved off your boxing gloves and walked back to your room.

Days go by and they stop trying to reach out, to try and get you to talk, then during a mission, not a big serious one, you made one mistake, just one tiny mistake by forgetting to grab a backup flash drive, everyone erupted in anger.

“It was your fault.” Steve muttered, “you could’ve got us killed back there.” Tony barked, “you left important information behind.” Natasha glared.

When you all got back to the compound they didn’t speak to you, not even Bucky who you were closest to, they all ignored you, still pissed off over one tiny thing that you forgot. You tried so hard to be like them, trained harder than any of them, starting reading books after books to even be as smart as Tony and Bruce.

It was never enough for them, you were never enough for them.