Hello there, sister.

Aw, shit. Who the hell was that? I looked back to see a familiar, mocking smile and black hair. I jumped. My brother is here. Is he coming to get me? I don't want to go back to hell! Isn't earth where both devils and angels live together in peace?

I felt a warm hand touch my arm and I stepped back, my wings breaking through my shirt and unfurling into a huge protective circle around me. Steve looked shocked. He took a few steps away from me. I can't blame him. I was wielding my knife again and threatening everyone within a five-foot radius. I gasped for breath, but air wouldn't come easily. I threw myself into the air, shaking my head as I clutched my skull. Bucky's lips moved, his right hand up against his ear. My eyes went wide and I shot through the sky at a speed I didn't even know I could reach. Tears spilled down my face. I can't go back. I can't let myself get captured. No. No. NO!

I screamed, my voice piercing the air. I took shaky breaths and started singing. I sang Bucky's song, squeezing my eyes shut. "And I~~~ tend to close my eyes when it hurts sometimes and fall into your arms~~ I will be safe in your sound till I come back around...for now the day bleeds into nightfall. And you're not here to get me through it all... I let my guard down and then you pulled the rug... I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved..."

A red, iron suit that I was so familiar with flew up to me slowly. The helmet was missing, revealing that Peter was the one in the Iron Man suit. "Hi, Fang. May I fly with you?" he asked softly. 

I nodded, licking my lips again."Sure, though I don't know why you would want to fly with a coward like me." I said, sounding depressed on purpose.

Peter raised an eyebrow at me. "Why do you think you're a coward? That's not how I see you..."

"I heard my brother's voice in my head and saw him. He hates me with a strong passion and wants me to die. I flew away at a speed I didn't know was possible and had a panic attack in the middle of the sky. Are you kidding me?" I asked sarcastically. "I am a fucking coward."

Peter sighed. "You know that you scared Steve and Bucky really bad right?" he asked.

I scowled. "Well, my brother scares me really bad, Peter. I nearly killed a few people right there in the streets because of how suddenly he showed up. I ran away so I could gather my emotions and put them away so I didn't hurt anyone."