AftermathRequest: This is a request that @mycosmicparadise​ asked me for a long time ago. Sorry

AftermathRequest: This is a request that @mycosmicparadise​ asked me for a long time ago. Sorry, sweetie.Pairing: Tony Stark x Avenger Female ReaderSummary: After the events in New York, the team reunites to carry out the mission to get Loki’s scepter, but things go wrong and your mission changes completely, now you have to go after Ultron, but you find yourself unable to keep your powers under control.Warnings: Angst, Mentions of abuse. Word count: 3972A/N: Avengers Age of Ultron. Some of the dialogue is taken from the film. Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.Reader’s powers: She is a powerful empath, as she can sense and manipulate other people’s emotions. Proficient unarmed combatant. Hydra, Research Base, Eastern Europe.You felt like your insides were full of hate and rage, every person you met through the thick forest, the only thing they felt when they saw you was dislike, mixed with the anger of wanting to get rid of you. Your powers worked because you kept your own emotions under control, but it was a constant struggle, as you used to feel inside you the emotions that others possessed and that made your insides filled with every negative emotion.“Shit!” you heard Tony through the relay you had inserted in the back of your ear.“Language!” Steve instantly rebutted him. You held your position through the thick forest of Sokovia, Hydra’s base was on top of a mountain, or rather it was the mountain itself, for around it they had built a rather impenetrable base that you wanted to access in order to get the Sceptre that you were unable to take from Loki at the time. Numerous clearly trained soldiers were trying to stop you in your tracks. Jarvis had informed you that the building was protected by an energy shield, which was against you as it was the most advanced technology you had seen in any Hydra base of operations. “Loki’s sceptre must be in there,” Thor announced, as you guarded one of those soldiers under your body rendering him completely unconscious. “They couldn’t have those defences without it.”You ran across the field trying to close the gap with Natasha, who was a few metres ahead of you, Clint following.“Okay,” you said staring at one of your targets and getting him to lower his gun to tackle him, “so what do we do?”“Wait a second,” Tony interjected. “No one else is going to deal with the fact that Cap just said "language?”“I know,” Steve replied, making your eyes roll at the distraction they were causing in the middle of the mission.The graze of bullets was almost audible through your body, it seemed to go on forever, you had been going on for hours and all you could manage to do was run into more troops sent by Hydra to hold you in that quadrant of the forest. Natasha was trying to get rid of two guys who had tackled her, you turned to her and stared at one of them but just as you were about to make the mental connection something that you barely noticed made you fall to the ground. “What the hell?” you exclaimed getting up again and looking around you hoping to find the cause of it.“We’ve got an upgrade,” Steve informed you.“Wait, you don’t call her ‘language’?” Tony complained at the situation. “Okay, I’ll tell her. Language!”At that instant a muffled shout from Clint sounded behind you.“Clint!” Natasha had effectively freed herself from the two henchmen and you both headed towards Clint, who had been shot from a bunker. “Clint’s hurt. Can someone take care of that bunker?”As if Natasha’s words were an order, Hulk appeared out of nowhere to overwhelm the small building and the soldiers inside. You stood up and turned your full attention to your surroundings while Nat continued to perform the necessary treatment to alleviate the blow that your companion had received. “Clint is in bad shape, he needs to be evacuated,” Nat reported over the transmitter, as Thor and the Captain instantly landed next to you.“I can take Barton to the Quinjet,” Thor replied and focused his gaze on Steve. “The sooner we leave the better. "Copy that,” Steve replied for both of you, but at that moment he noticed your face.“Roger that,” Steve replied for both of you, but at that moment he noticed your face. “Are you all right?”You nodded, returning to an introspective position beside Natasha. On the ride home, silence flooded the Quinjet more than ever, the mission had finally succeeded but it wasn’t really in the air, it wasn’t felt inside any of you, even though Stark had proposed a victory party. The following days nothing had gone as planned, the analysis of the sceptre that Stark and Banner had carried out, more than an analysis it was a reconfiguration of a network of neurons that they had found, in order to create an artificial intelligence. Artificial intelligence that they used in Stark’s secret 'peacekeeping’ programme called Ultron, designed to allow the Iron Legion to operate independently. That brought some trouble, when at the end of the Party he showed up to personally attack you, well rather, the whole of humanity, as Ultron thinks the best way to save Earth is to eradicate humanity, he might be partly right.“Ultron is gone,” Banner’s voice echoed within the four walls of the lab, “he has used the internet as an escape route.”“Ultron,” you whispered to yourself, as one hand covered your face thoroughly.“He’s been all over. Files, surveillance,” Natasha explained. “He knows more about us than we know about each other.”As the conversation continued to escalate, emotional energies radiated through the atmosphere, and you picked up on every one of them. Negativity, gathered together with worry, confusion and concern took over your body, you still felt a resentment from the attack you experienced three days ago in Sokovia, which managed to heighten each of the sensations. You closed your eyes as you hid your face with one hand and the other voices became ominous, frustrating your senses. Natasha was the only person who seemed to notice your situation, stopping the voices with a “guys”, but just as they stopped, a small laugh from a completely distracted Tony typing on the computer made you burst.“You think that’s funny?” the hand hiding your face disappeared to give way to hard features and a raised, gruff tone of voice, Tony turned and looked at you a little quizzically, but you could see a hidden smile.“No,” he said indifferently. “It probably isn’t, is it? This is terrible, it’s so…” again his laughter tackled him, causing you to be completely confused and your frustration to grow. “I know. It’s so terrible.”“It’s just as terrible that you’re taunting all of us right now with your fucking arrogance,” you said approaching him.“No,” his tone unlike yours seemed pleasant and friendly, “It really is funny, just like it’s funny that you don’t understand why we need him,” Tony closed the distance with you, positioning the two of you in the middle of the lab, his voice had completely changed it was just as gruff as yours. “Tony, maybe this isn’t the time,” Bruce interjected in a melodic tone.“So, a killer robot was what we needed?” you reproached, lifting your chin to position yourself against his height. “The shield that was supposed to free us from alien threats frees us by wiping out all of humanity, yeah, really brilliant.”“Remember I put a nuke through a wormhole?” he rebuked you, recalling for the umpteenth time that night the event in New York. “Tell me, how did you plan to win that? What was your damned solution to get rid of that damned hostile alien army that came through that wormhole in space?”“Together,” Steve interjected quickly, causing Tony to look away from you and back at Steve.You made the air rush into your lungs offering you some relaxation, instigating your mind to let positive memories come to you. Your differences with Tony were known, your understanding of his views was limited, a fact that generated the occasional verbal conflict between the two of you, let’s just say you couldn’t stand each other more than you deserved.The night was long, mostly because there was hardly any rest after planning what you were going to do to stop Ultron, which led you to South Africa. “She should stay,” Nat’s whisper reached your ears. “The mission in Sokovia has left her with aftermath she has yet to overcome.”“Oh, last night was a aftermath?” Tony from the pilot’s seat added to the conversation. “Nice.”“You know I’m here and I can hear you?” you asked without opening your eyes from your seat. “I’m coming down, worry about you guys that…”“Okay, listen,” Tony stood up from the command post. “I may regret saying this but I agree with her. I think you should stay here with Banner. Keep you two company. Get to know each other better. You know.”“Why don’t you stay here, Tony, and get to know Banner better?” you opened your eyes and looked at Tony, but thought for a second. “Well, I’d better not, lest you get the bright idea to create Ultron’s sister.” “He’s an only child,” Tony countered your irony.“The roles are split,” you added as a definitive point. “I’ll take the girl, you take Ultron.”From a mountain fortress to a ship in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. You entered its interior, a quite feasible target, when in fact what you all feared lay within. Darkness fell over your pupils, the smell of dampness professed in every corner. “You’re with me, aftermath,” reported a voice from behind a suit of armour. “Stay sharp, this guy is made by me.”The long corridors soon took you deep into the heart of the ship, they were as eager to run into you as you were to run into them, so it was only a couple of minutes before you were reunited in a vast maze of iron catwalks.“Stark is a sickness!” exclaimed that robot called Ultron.“Ahh, Junior,” Tony posed in front of him and his two enhanced companions, “You’re gonna break your old man’s heart.”From that moment on things happened too fast for a clear description to be made. The corridors seemed to lengthen as you tried to keep that enhanced girl, Wanda, away from the others. She was powerful, trying to play with your mind and you with hers. It was a battle of mental endurance, if you could keep your mind blank and safe from all the negative things she was trying to make you see, you could keep going. It seemed doable, you seemed to have it under control, you had freed yourself from the transmitter that kept you in contact with the others to avoid any external distractions, but none of that was enough when a new enhancement came into play making you lose your balance completely, you felt the emptiness flooding you, as if your body was falling unchecked into the darkness. A halo of light circled over your eyes making you recognise what was around you, you had escaped, you had fled from that ship thousands of miles in space and time. A figure that you recognised instantly was in front of you, smiling at you, raising her hand to caress your face, it was the figure of your mother, she was laughing, but with each laugh the atmosphere became darker. The main living room of your house appeared before your eyes, but it seemed totally neglected, the furniture was worn out, there was dust and mould in every corner, your mother was prostrate on the floor and a figure without a face was on top of her beating her, you heard the screams of a little girl, they were quite familiar, they were yours. That scene began to repeat itself over and over again, reliving your childhood, you fought to try to change it, but you had no control over it or over your mind at that moment, time after time the pain invaded you and although you tried to stop it, it became impossible again. You had entered a loop, you had lost track of time and space, you couldn’t run away from it. Your own mind had become part of it.Your ears only picked up your screams and those of your mother, you kept your eyes open but your vision was not able to see, you fell to your knees wherever you were in reality and you stayed there, until someone managed to locate you.“I got her,” as a faint whisper drifted into the scene you were living. “Okay. You’re safe, I’ve got you.”As if you were again falling into the void your body rose into the air, and the darkness once again hovered over you, causing all your limbs and your brain to go into a deep, eternal sleep. Without really knowing where you were, you could hear a faint hissing sound that came more and more strongly to your senses. Light broke through your eyelids, which were struggling against their will to open. Familiarity with the space made you realise where you were. The whistling sound was coming from the air hitting the Quinjet, for all was silent inside. You sat up slowly, the mental pain was suffocating, not only because of what you had seen and what you had been through, but because you could feel the same sensations all around you. You sat up, covering your face with your hands and hiding it between your legs trying to pull yourself together, but at that moment you felt someone kneel down right in front of you and put a hand on the back of your neck. “What can I do?” Tony’s voice sounded cautious, but there was really little he could do in those few square metres of anguish, so you just shook your head. “Okay, look at me,” you shook your head again not wanting to have direct access to any more emotions at the moment, “Look at me. Please.”Your breathing was rapid and your heart kept shrinking, causing a lump in your throat that almost prevented you from breathing. You couldn’t extract everything you had inside you, nor could you find the calm you needed to let him go, you were afraid to look at him to interfere with his feelings and manipulate them by offering him yours, you were also afraid of acquiring his negative emotions and adding them to your own. But still you felt his hand go to your chin and he gently lifted it up to catch your face in his gaze. “In a couple of hours we’ll be in a shelter,” his face was close, his fingers held firmly on your chin. “Do you think you’ll be okay?”A subtle nod is what you offered in reply, Tony nodded as well and took a seat right next to you after having moved closer to Barton. Your breathing was rapid and your heart kept shrinking, causing a lump in your throat that almost prevented you from breathing. You couldn’t extract everything you had inside you, nor could you find the calm you needed to let him go, you were afraid to look at him to interfere with his feelings and manipulate them by offering him yours, you were also afraid of acquiring his negative emotions and adding them to your own. But still you felt his hand go to your chin and he gently lifted it up to catch your face in his gaze. “In a couple of hours we’ll be in a shelter,” his face was close, his fingers held firmly on your chin. “Do you think you’ll be okay?”A subtle nod is what you offered in reply, Tony nodded as well and took a seat right next to you after having moved closer to Barton. Those two hours seemed endless, you kept your hands pressed to your temple trying to forget what you had seen, but more so what you had felt. Tony, along with Barton were the only ones who had not suffered the effects of Wanda Maximoff’s mind control on you on that occasion, it was evident from the physical and mental state of the other teammates.Tony stayed by your side for the entire 120 minutes, worried and afraid that everything that had happened was his fault, and it was all coming back to you. “Stop,” you whispered trying to get Tony’s attention.“How?” he whispered and bent his face closer to yours, which was resting on your hands.“Stop flogging yourself, I’ve had enough of the others,” you pleaded a little rudely, unable to control yourself.“I’m sorry,” he placed his palm on your back, but an uncomfortable gesture from your shoulder caused him to remove it a second later. “I’m sorry.”A couple of hours later, the Quinjet took up position on a large greenish esplanade, the greenest thing your eyes had ever seen in your life. In the centre was a small cottage, cosy enough for anyone to see. Tony held you firmly, as it seemed that your body would fall if he let go. You went inside together, a hospitable warmth surrounded each of your limbs causing you to get some peace in you after hours. Time seemed to have taken its toll on your senses, as you barely understood half of what was being said around you. But everything changed when two children entered, bringing joy and life to the room, it was the most comforting thing you had felt in weeks, the innocence that each of them possessed was like a breath of fresh air to you. You gently removed your arm from Tony’s shoulders, murmuring “I’m feeling better,” and he returned an “Okay” with a still worried look on his face. Actually Barton’s idea of taking you there had been really successful for all of you, except for Thor who left, but for the rest of you it was something you’d never been able to contemplate in your lives, kind of like what it would be like to have a family.Sunset was near and the view from that wooden porch surrounding the house was charmingly soothing. “You look good,” Tony appeared behind you with his hands in his pockets and perched next to you, leaning on the railing. “Thank you,” you said, looking back up at the grove of trees that loomed before your eyes. “And thanks for earlier.”“ For what?” he asked with confusion in his voice.“When you tried to reassure me on the Quinjet,” you said without looking at him. “And… I think it was also you who took me back.”“Yep,” Tony put his hand to the back of his neck and turned to you. “The truth is, that process would have been a lot more feasible if you hadn’t gotten rid of the transmitter, it would have saved me a lot of time.”“I know,” you ducked your face, but a small smile appeared on it.“Do you want to talk?” Tony’s voice seemed somewhat hesitant after stating the question.“No,” you shook your face, letting the last rays of sunlight fall on him. “Do you want to talk?”“What do you feel?” he answered your question with another question, ignoring it completely. “What do you feel inside when you feel us?”“I feel what other people are feeling,” you explained, looking at him for the first time. “If I concentrate I can feel what you’re feeling right now, or what Steve is feeling, or how the Hulk feels when he turns.”“How?”That conversation you’d had on several occasions in your life, but at no point had you had it with Tony, you hadn’t been close at any point, closeness you could find in Natasha or even Steve, but not in Tony, that’s why that moment was peculiar, as well as comforting.“It’s easy when my emotions are in control,” you turned your body towards him and leaned against the wooden railing. “I just have to look at my target and focus on how he feels, knowing that whatever is inside him I’m going to feel it too,” you focused your gaze on Tony’s eyes, “for instance, right now you’re remorseful about what happened with Ultron, but you also feel misunderstood because no one understands your point of view, you’re also melancholy about being in this place, a little envious about discovering the life that Barton has, and…” you paused slightly as you discovered one of his feelings, but you chose to ignore it, as he seemed to be really nervous about the process of analysis he was undergoing, “embarrassed because right now I’m feeling the same way you are.”You offered him a slight smile, which he himself returned a little nervously at the exposition you had offered him, Tony was a very rigorous person when expressing himself and this had completely thrown him off. "That…” he put one hand nervously to the back of his neck while the other was hidden in his trouser pocket. “Great, I guess it’s nice to know I’m not empty. But well, we’d better keep this between us.”“Of course,” for the first time you felt a little satisfied with your task just done, it was nice to see that this person could shed his pride on several occasions.“Well, I’d better go and help Rogers chop wood,” he said, standing up beside you and scratching the bridge of his nose.“ Yes, he certainly looks like he could use your help,” you commented wryly as Steve had little difficulty chopping wood in one fell swoop.“Yeah,” he shoved his hands in his pockets and slipped out of the place as quickly as possible.Within a minute you could feel him perch next to you again, leaning his body on the railing and looking at you.“That’s all you found?” he asked with a frown and gesturing nimbly with his hand, a gesture that denoted nervousness. “I mean, there was nothing else.”“What do you mean?” you frowned as he did, looking completely puzzled, since you already knew what he meant.“Well…” he scratched the back of his neck again, “Do you usually do this to me? I mean, have you ever gone inside my head before to see how I’m feeling or have you only done it this once? Is it usual?”“Do you really think I want to know what you keep in your head Tony?” you asked holding back a laugh at his reaction.“Okay,” he gave a long nod biting the inside of his lip. “And there was nothing else you said?”“Do you want me to try again? Maybe I can find something else,” you offered humbly, knowing what he wanted.“No, it’s… all right,” his words were accompanied with a step back, putting distance between you and him. “It’s all right. I’m… going to go help Cap.”“Okay,” you bit your lower lip as you watched him disappear behind you again. behind you again. You watched as Tony walked over to Steve’s pile of firewood and picked up an axe to imitate his movements. You remained in your position, keeping your gaze lost in that grove of trees that made you feel so calm, but it was very easy to catch Tony’s gaze watching you from his position. He knew that you had felt it, because perhaps it was one of the emotions that was strongest inside him at that moment, but evidently you didn’t want to expose it out loud, and let him know that you had discovered it. Yet there it was, and it was going to take you too long to forget that feeling, because it felt too good to let it go.Taglist Open (DM)MAIN MASTERLIST -- source link
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