First Kill
One move, was all it took. All you had to do, was shove the metal sword in your already bloody hands, through some strangers chest. That one small act, caused so much pain inside you, it was almost unbelievable.
You weren't anything special, you didn't have super strength , nor super speed or super vision or invisibility or telekinesis or anything superhuman like, really. All of your friends just happened to be superhuman and that meant you were involved in everything they were, too.
Well, everyone was superhuman, except F/n. But having one normal human in all of those people, it was a weak comfort. You were a human too, though, and that was why you felt even worse about killing someone. Sure, the person you had impaled with the sword had been evil and tried to kill your friends, but you really hated to see and witness death so causing it yourself, it was horrible.
You were sure you had seen, and everyone else too, had seen the worst side of you now. And you didn't know how to cope with the fact you let the monster you had been trying to kill for years free.
Some of your friends insisted that it was only one person, and a bad one too, possibly to make you feel better but they failed. You had never felt so disappointed in yourself in your life.
The only thing you had to remind you of normal things and your old life, was your compassionate personality and understanding, but that was all wrecked now.
As much as you hated the thought, it was true, that if you had never moved to Stark Towers with your father Tony Stark, if you had never met these people who you call some of your best friends, family even; none of this would have happened.
If you still lived in your old home with your mother, and were your old self, with your old friends in your old school, you would never have to kill someone. Drive a sword through someone's chest, and watch them fall to their knees as death took over them. It was the worst thing that had ever happened to you, and you knew only one way to ease the pain inside of you.
Wanda, your girlfriend, your favourite person in the whole world. She helped you through everything in your life, but you don't think you can get through this one.
"Wanda, I killed them, what if they had a family? Children? A wife? Oh my gosh I just killed someone's son." You cried to Wanda as she hugged you tightly.
"Y/n, he was a HYDRA scientist, think of all the things they had done to people, Bucky, Me and Pietro, he wasn't a good person Y/n.
You just saved a tonne of people from getting hurt from that man so don't get upset about it okay?" She spoke to you as she wiped away your tears.
"Okay."
"Okay."
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