A/N: I don't know if I've said this already, but I'm having it so Bruce took over being an actual person again. Hulk is just taking a nap

ALSO TW for self harm and flash back of attempted suicide

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Megan sat on her knees, her head rested on the cupboard of her bathroom sink, staring down at the trickling blood on her hands.

"Why..." the girl muttered weakly, trying to find comfort in the wood by nuzzling against it. She hated the feeling of her body healing the wound so quickly. Maybe if she healed like a normal person, people would notice and get her help.

But the truth is that she didn't want help. She wanted something she couldn't have.

Someone.

Three weeks after endgame.

Megan let out a small cry as she fell to her knees, holding her stomach from the sickness of crying so hard. She stumbled to the toilet and threw up aggressively, flushing said toilet and leaning against the bathtub, crying more.

She was taking Tony's death the worst. She took it worse than the people who knew her dad for longer.

"Megan, would you like me to send someone? I can call Peter." Hax asked as Megan shook her head, wiping her mouth and slowly standing up. She sniffled, trudging over to her sink, staring in the mirror.

"No. Don't send anyone. I'll just be a burden on their shoulders when I wet it with tears." She opened the medicine cabinet slowly, grabbing a bottle of her old power dampener pills.

"Megan I do advise that you seek help. You have been dealing with a great amount of stress these past two weeks—"

"I don't need help, Hax! ... I'll be okay." Megan stared down at the open bottle. "I'll be fine."

Her eyes fell to the note next to her sink, more tears slowly falling. "I'm sorry, Hax."

"Megan what are you—"

"Power off." There was a clicking noise as Hax's system shut down, and Megan grabbed the cup of water next to her, slowly sinking to the cold floor as she popped a pill in her mouth.

And then another.

And another.

And another.

Until the pills were gone, and the water was downed. Megan stared ahead at the wall, watching as everything slowly became foggy, the world darkening around her.

A small smile crept onto Megan's face as she realized she may finally see her father again. That the two of them could be together in the afterlife with Natasha.

That they'd be a family.

A small yet bright light slowly appeared in her vision, Megan's eyes opening to see a hallway, Tony and Natasha looking at her, hands outstretched. A smile formed on Megan's face as she went to take their hands, only to be frozen in place.

The two adults held their smiles, but they slowly turned to smiles of pain, knowing that she wasn't ready to go with them. "Please!" Megan pleaded, tears running down her cheeks as she tried to pry herself closer.

A buzzing noise caused Megan to reawaken and she was suddenly lashing out, yelling in anger and despair that she was being dragged away. "No! No don't!" She cried, being forced down by a doctor.

Megan wiped the blood off of the cold floor with toilet paper, flushing it down the toilet and slowly standing up, washing her hands. She looked down at her wrists, they didn't even heal with a scar.

It was like she never did anything.

1 month later

She had slowly lost her sense in time, having forgotten what month or day of the week it even was. Megan and Bruce stood outside behind a completely fixed Compound, courtesy of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Okay Megan. I don't think know much about your abilities, but we are going to start with target practice." Bruce said as he typed on a tablet. Megan fixed the collar of her super-suit, clenching her fists to loosen the leather or... whatever material it was on her hands.

"I designed the suit so it wouldn't burn up when you engulf into flames, so we can test how hot your body can get after this." He continued as Megan nodded. She rubbed her nose to stop it from running, sniffling loudly before shaking her body.

Megan looked down at the palm of her hand, focusing on creating a small ball of fire. Eventually, a small white spark appeared, followed by an even bigger flame. She reeled her arm back before hurling it forward, imitating the look of a baseball player.

The fire went right through the wooden target, surprising both Megan and Bruce. "That was a perfect shot!" He smiled as Megan turned to him. "Do you know what triggers the full body flames?" Bruce asked as Megan nodded.

"Anger. Or sadness. Or any... negative emotion." She answered as he nodded slowly. "But sometimes it doesn't always happen."

"You'll have to learn to control that. It should be simple... but if you get too angry then there would be a chance you could destroy anything around you."

"Like what Wanda did when Ultron attacked?" The girl asked as Bruce nodded.

"Yes except hers is chaos magic. And yours is fire. You could potentially do a lot more damage if another person was around." He warned as Megan nodded and slowly turned back to the target. She glared at it intensely, watching it in surprise as it burst into flames.

"Ah!" Bruce yelled in shock, fixing his glasses to look at the flaming target. "I guess your powers don't have to come from your body."

"I found out about it last night. I zoned out and caught my chair on fire..." She mentioned, turning to Bruce who frowned.

"Looks like you'll need a new chair."

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I want to apologize for how short this chapter is. I've been having huge writers block for this one lately and for some reason J felt the need to go more in depth about how Megan has handled Tony's death (and apparently I chose that she didn't take it well)