It was hard to sleep in the small room I'd been put into. It wasn't the bed. The bed was far more comfortable than mine from home. It wasn't the fact that I didn't have any of my few possessions. Dr. Strucker had said that he would send for them in the morning.
It was the silence. Well, the silence and the glass wall.

I'd gotten used to sleeping in a room with Pietro. He was in the room right next to me, but I'd never been able to stand silence. The only way I could sleep was while listening to Pietro's breathing. As for the glass wall, I always hated the thought of people watching me. Now I knew that there was a crew staring me down, making sure I didn't combust. Apparently, that was a concern.

They had a young boy debrief me and take me to my room. He seemed terrified of me. I didn't blame him. I was slightly terrified of myself.

"So, I'm supposed to tell you... um, I-I'm supposed to... I'm supposed to tell you that there are some risks... that there are some risks that come with your new... abilities." He had a terrible stuttering problem. But, Pietro had stuttered when he was younger, so I could sort of understand him. "My... my name is Aleksandr, by the way." I kind of felt bad for him. He must have only been a year or two older than me. "So, those risks you were talking about?" "Oh... um yeah. So, you got... you got your... powers... via a massive energy surge... from Loki's scepter." I didn't like where this was going. "An... an energy surge that massive... can have risks." I really didn't like where this was going. "All of your... all of your cells have been... supercharged with energy... all of your atoms are... are massively imbalanced. There's... there's a chance... there's a chance you might combust."

I could tell from the way he looked at me he was worried the red light might start again. It didn't. I wasn't sure, but I thought the light might only happen when I was feeling strong emotions. Of course, I wasn't happy about the fact that I might explode. But with all that had happened today,  I wasn't surprised. 

But now, lying awake, alone, with my thoughts...  

There was an odd buzzing sensation in my wrists. It had been going on since I'd gotten into this room. Maybe anxiety, maybe the pure energy in my blood. Maybe a combination.

After staring at the ceiling for hours, I felt myself falling asleep.