Avengers broken

Ch. 64 "Painful"

                                                Hayden POV 

"Alright Hayden remember what I said slow," Bruce said 

I nodded, 

At long last I can finally get out of this damn bed, I thought 

I slowly stand out of bed, Clint looks worried, 

"How do you feel? any dizziness, weakness? blurred vision?" Bruce asked 

"No, no, I feel fine," I said 

"Good, looks like the infection has finally passed through your system," Bruce said 

I nodded, 

"Look guys I'll take it easy, but I am taking a shower since I feel gross," I said 

Bucky chuckled, 

"Alright just holler if you need anything," Nat said 

I nodded, 

I walked into the bathroom, I took my clothes off, my ribs were still wrapped, I slowly unwrapped them, 

and It showed the true results of what happened, dark purple bruises, scars from previous beatings, I turned around looking at the scars and bruises on my back, 

You wonder why I don't wear tank tops when I run, or train it's so they don't see, see the pain under my skin, I thought 

I jumped in the shower, I feel the hot water hit my skin, oh did it feel good, 

I picked up a shampoo bottle and immediately dropped it due to the searing pain that shot through my arm all the way to my shoulder, 

I hissed in pain, holding my shoulder, 

"This... This is a problem," I mumbled  

I could barley lift my arm above my head, 

After my shower, I wrapped the towel around me,

I brushed me hair with my less dominate hand, after the constant struggle with everything, I walked out of the bathroom, to see Nat, 

I arched my brow, 

"Just wanted to double check to make sure you didn't need anything," She said 

"Thank you," I said 

She nodded, 

She turned around to walk out, 

"I stabbed him you know," I said 

She turned around to look at me, 

"I was trying to escape, he didn't give me much of a choice," I said 

"We know we found him," Nat said 

"But something else happened," I said 

"What?" She asked 

"I just got this uncontrollable rage, like someone released a monster inside me, I just kept hitting, and hitting him, I wanted him dead Nat, I wanted him to die, does that make me a monster?" I asked 

"No it doesn't after everything that man has done to you, it is understandable, but what made you stop?" She asked 

"Clint," I said 

She arched her brow, 

"In the back of my mind I could hear him telling me to stop that I didn't want to kill him," I said sitting on the edge of the bed, I balled up my fists in my lap, 

"Even when I'm not thinking clearly he some how wiggles his way into my mind," I said 

She chuckled, 

"That's a good thing," She said 

"He's now under heavy surveillance, he can't even go to the bathroom without an escort," She said 

I nodded, 

"He's not escaping any time soon," She said 

I nodded, 

"Come on you must be hungry," She said 

"Starving, I'm surprised I haven't tried to gnaw my own arm off yet," I said 

She laughed 

"Come on," She said