𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭—𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯.

 𝑰 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑺𝑻  𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑩𝑳𝑬𝑫 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫. 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑰 𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑰𝑭 𝑰 𝑪𝑨𝑵 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑾𝑯𝑶'𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑵𝑬𝑿𝑻 𝑻𝑶 𝑯𝑰𝑴 𝑵𝑶𝑾.

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦

𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝘆𝗺𝗯𝗼𝗹.
The weight of their expectations—Steve's, Tony's, everyone's—feels like a mountain pressing down on my chest.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦.

𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗮𝗺 𝗜 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲?
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥?
𝘖𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦?

"𝗣𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲."
They're asking too much of me.
What if I don't belong on either side?

𝗜'𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿.
I don't fit into his perfect mold, his ideals of honor and duty. But if I don't follow them... then what am I? Just a girl with broken pieces scattered across the battlefield.

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴.
Not for the world.
But for control.
And I watch, helpless, as the people I trust destroy each other, as they destroy us.

𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀, 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻.
But the flames might swallow me whole.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝗰𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀
A  piece of paper.
But it's enough to break us apart.

"𝗪𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗺𝘆."
That's what Steve says, standing in front of us, in front of them. The Avengers are splintering like shattered glass.
𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲, 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗺.
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹.
And I stand in the middle, torn.

𝗜 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗶𝗺.
Steve raised me. He gave me a name. He gave me a family. But that's not enough. It's never been enough. I'm just a ghost, standing in his shadow.

𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭.
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴.

"𝗘𝘃𝗲, 𝘄𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸."
Tony's voice.
But it's not the same.
It's colder now. He doesn't look at me the way he used to.
No more jokes, no more easy smiles.
Just more pressure, more expectations.

"𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘂𝘀, 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝘂𝘀?"
The world keeps dividing, fracturing,
And I don't know who we is anymore.

I can hear Steve's voice in my head—firm, steady, unyielding.
But it's not enough to make the walls come down.

I can't fix this.

𝗜 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆.
The Avengers.
My family.
I'm the missing piece they can't figure out. And maybe that's because I don't fit into the puzzle they've already made.

𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗸𝗶𝗱 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻.
Before the Battle of New York.
Before the powers, the chaos, the pain.
Before they expected me to have the answers.

But the world doesn't work that way.
And neither do I.

𝗜'𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜 𝗮𝗺.
I'm not who I think I am.
I'm just...
broken.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺?
𝘐𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨.

 𝗜 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀.
Black and white. Right and wrong. Heroes and villains.
But now, I can see... there's so much more in between.

𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗲𝗻𝗱?
Not when the enemy is gone.
Not when you finally stand up for what's right.
But when the ones you love
tear themselves apart.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
where you can be on the same side,
and still lose everything. 

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴. 𝘴𝘰𝘬𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴. 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴.