Author note : Hey guys I just wanted to say that this chapter contains a dark topic about suicide. Please if this is a sensitive topic for you I am asking you to not continue reading. If you do decide to stop reading here I thank you so much for supporting me this far and I really appreciate you being here. I hope you have a great life :) PS: This is 2 years later, she's 16 now.

My muscles felt worthless and the throbbing headache burning inside me was only just starting to fade after a fews weeks since I lost control and ended up in Stark towers hospital for a week. Tony let me out of my hospital wing once he was sure I wouldn't suddenly collapse or lose control again soon.

I couldn't exactly move back into my old bedroom because I had kind of blown half the room up. I'm not joking when I say that I can still smell the smoke from my new bedroom two stories bellow.

That Peter guy had come to Stark towers once or twice since my accident. Not to see me of course, why would he come to see me?

The guy kind of worshipped Tony, it was really funny to watch him try and have a conversation with Tony without looking like he was about to have a mental breakdown or something.

Tony told me that he was a year older than me, not that i care of course. He also said he has an internship here or something, I don't really know, my brain falls asleep most of the times Tony talks to me.

I glanced around my new room, it was a little smaller, not that I really minded, it was still huge. The massive glass window covered an entire wall and my closet covered another wall. My queen sized bed was hardly seen from the colourful pillows, teddies and blankets.

I light tapping on my door forced me out of my daydreams and a small creek echoed the room as Tony walked in and sat on a chair. He stared at me for a while looking uncomfortable, like he'd forgotten how to talk.

"Hela-" he began, breaking the silence. "I know what you're going to say" I reply, these conversations always start out the same. He tries to act serious, like a responsible parent who knows what he's doing.

"Oh you do?" Tony looks at me through his slightly rounded rectangular glasses.

"Yes."

"Well then educate me Hela, what exactly was I going to say?" He has a playful grin on his face, like he's challenging me to a duel he knows he'll win.

I roll my eyes at him and give him a look that reads 'just talk so we can both go back to what we were doing.'

He loses his grin and looks at me more seriously. "I think that we need to start addressing your, uhm, abilities Hela."

I look blankly at him, isn't that what we've been doing since I was a toddler?

He carries on, ignoring my stare. "I think we've been focusing too much on ignoring it. Like it's just going to magically disappear one day and never come back. See I think we've been doing this all wrong because honestly, you can't learn to control something unless you are aware of it's full ability." Tony finished with stern look.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means Hela, that starting from tomorrow we aren't going to ignore it anymore. We are going to practise controlling it. Which means letting it out."

"Are you insane?!" I practically yell in his face.

"Isn't it clear that my powers are too strong for me to even let out without destroying something in the process?" I'm mad now, how could Tony even think that this is a good idea?

"Hela, remember that in order to control your abilities you must be able to understand them. Therefore you must-"

I didn't let him finish. "No! Forget it! I'm not another one of Bruce's experiments, Natasha's weapons, and I am most certainly not just another one of your scrap parts for making suits!"

My hand whipped over my mouth, I'd just crossed a line, we both knew it. Tony rose from the chair, his face showing no signs of emotions.

"Tony wait-"

The door slammed behind him and all I could do was listen as his heavy boots clunked down the hallway.

Shit. Great. I screwed up. I just shoved away one of the only people left who was willing to help me. God why do I have to keep screwing up like this.

I felt my eyes start to prickle with tears as they fell on the view of the sunset casting beautiful colours over the city. My eyes found their way to the hatch opening the window.

Slowly I put down my comic and slid off my bed, slowly walking towards the window. My hand reached the latch and I pulled on it.

Locked, obviously. I closed my eyes, focusing all my power onto the latch, I felt my blood beginning to boil. But nothing happened.

Like i'd even be able to open the latch without bringing half the wall down with me.

I went to my desk, flustering over all my random things scattered across the surface until I found what I was looking for.

A heavy weighted bowl Bruce had given me to learn about weights in science when he homeschooled me. I picked it up and with all my might I threw it against the window. It shattered into a million pieces, sending glass shards into my rough skin.

I didn't care though, I didn't care about anything right now, all I cared about was all the pain being taken away.

I walked to the back of my room and faced the city, I took in a deep breath of air and started to run, fast towards the beautiful colours of the sunset.

And then I fell, out into the city.