Sunday
Tuesday.
You had drinks planned with Tony — not the worst thing in the world, but not the best, either.
It was hard being around him already — but especially now. Ever since yesterday, almost breaking down in front of him — and probably disgusting him so much he left. Seeing him in person was going to be tough.
You needed another distraction.
Cleaning was alright, but it was hard to start without any real need to yet. You could clean later before Tony comes over.
You haven’t been on a mission for a while now, and requesting for one didn’t seem too bad. But you also didn’t want to seem needy. So you didn’t.
Maybe you were just becoming more useless. Maybe you already were useless, you were just put on the team because they wanted to watch over any enhanced individuals.
But it was like you weren’t even on the team anymore. They probably didn’t even need you on the team.
You sighed and curled up a bit tighter in your bed.
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Sunday.
Sunday eventually rolled around.
There had been no mission summons, no emails from teammates, and little to no contact with anybody else.
It was a normal week for everybody else, and an empty one for you.
Nobody was noticing.
Nobody cared.
You slashed your thigh for every thought that popped into your head, watching the blood pool on your thighs, the burn like soothing background noise.
You were careful not to let any blood roll off onto the bed, wiping it up with a towel.
There was a knock at your door.
Shit.
You pulled your sweats up out of panic, pocketing the sharpener blade and tossing the towel into the hamper of clothes that still hadn’t been washed.
You gingerly walked to the door, feel the warm blood drip down your leg. You prayed it wouldn’t stain the pants enough to be visible.
You opened the door, finding Tony on the other side.
You thought he’d take a bit longer to get here, it’s not like he actually wanted to see you.
You put on your best smile. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Tony said, knitting his eyebrows together. Tony smiled best he could, gesturing to the two bottles of whisky he had brought.
You stepped aside to let him in, your stomach knotting again.
He walked in, looking around.
You had forgotten to clean.
You’d been so focused on anything else that cleaning had been pushed to the back of your mind. You shut the door, trying to breathe.
“Homey,” Tony said, strolling around before sitting down on the couch.
“Yeah,” you breathed, trying to play it cool.
You sat on the couch as well, a safe distance from Tony. You drew the blanket that was draped over the back of the couch over your thighs, to hide any potential blood.
This was going to be hard.