Cleaning my own room is one thing, cleaning out the storage facility in the basement is another. It made me feel like a hoarder, there were things that I still wanted, but weren't useful to me anymore. Like the first suit that Howard designed for me. I never wear it anymore, but it's a keepsake. I'm pretty sure that Tony keeps all of his old suits, so where is the harm done?

"FRIDAY, how far am I into this?" I asked aloud.

"You've gotten through three boxes this entire day," FRIDAY answered. "It'll be a miracle if you get this done by Moving Day."

"Relax... It's only Wednesday..."

Clearly, I wasn't relaxed about this. This is a big compound, but we have a lot more things coming in from the tower that just might not fit. A lot of it being Tony's old stuff from when it was just him on his own. If I didn't get this finished in time there would be a large plane outside the compound waiting to be unloaded.

I glanced at the one medium box of Avengers records, at the one big box of weapon prototypes, and at the large box of old suits in front of me. I put my old suit to the side, finding Steve's first Cap suit folded neatly. Oh, the nostalgia. My phone buzzed in my back pocket, I pulled it out seeing that it was a text from Tony.

Ferry Docks. Now.

Okay, that's really weird, why does he need me at the Ferry Docks? I unlocked my phone and clicked the call icon for Tony and held the phone up to my ear. He answered right away.

"Did you get my text?" He asked, his voice having some edge to it.

"Yeah, why-" I began.

"Just get in the car and get over here." Tony interrupted. "I need you to take Peter home."

"Is everything ok-" He hung up before I could finish. That was weird.

Putting my phone away, I looked around at the unfinished boxes that I had to go through. I sighed and stood up, leaving a mess behind me.

"I'll be back to finish up, FRIDAY," I called as I walked into the elevator.

"Of course, miss."

~

When I reached the docks the sun was already setting. I parked the car, opened the door and stepped out, wanting to know what was going on. Tony was facing away from me, his hands closing in and out of fists. He didn't have his stress ball. Peter was standing at a distance from him wearing an oversized t-shirt and... Are those Hello Kitty pajama pants? Even in the dim light I could tell he looked bad. Not beat up or hurt, just not okay. Peter saw that I had arrived and began walking towards the car with no intention of talking to me. I began walking too, holding up my hands in question.

"Hey, what happened?" I asked. Without reply, Peter rushed past me and got into the back seat. I looked at Tony, my brows furrowed and I approached him. "Is everything okay?"

"Just take him home," Tony replied, sharply.

"Tony, what happened?" I asked again and before I could even reach him, he spun around, jaw clenched and he was clutching his left hand.

"Eleanor, just take him home!" He barked and I took a step back.

Without further question I turned on my heel and walked back to the car. I got into the drivers seat, turned on the ignition and glanced at Peter through the rearview mirror. He sat staring out the window at a brick wall, his face stiff and his hands folded in his lap.

"You okay, Peter?" I asked, softly.

"Yeah." Peter nodded, stiffly.

I wasn't about to bother him with anymore questions.

The car ride was silent except for when I asked for directions to his apartment. All I got in reply from him was: "Left. Right. Yes. No." Peter's eyes slowly got more and more red, he'd shift in his seat and keep his head pointed toward the window. What happened back there? Why was Tony so angry?

"My apartment is right there." Peter pointed ahead and I swear I could hear a break in his voice. I pulled over and parked. Peter reached for the door handle. "Thank you, Ellie."

I locked the door before he could get out, leaving him to pull the handle once, and look at me. I turned around, reaching to put my hand on the passenger seat to keep my bearings.

"Peter, what happened?" I asked.

"It's nothing." Peter shook his head, his voice quiet. "Can you let me out, please?" I unlocked the door and he pushed it open, rising to get out.

"Peter." I stopped him. "If you need anything, I'm always available. Well, except weekends."

"Yeah, I know," Peter replied. "Thank you."

He finally stepped out of the car, closed the door and I watched as he walked up the steps of his apartment, opened the door, and disappeared inside.

"Tony, you and I are going to have a little talk," I muttered to myself.

~

As soon as I entered the Compound I threw the car keys on the kitchen counter. Tony was pacing in the living room, a stress ball in his left hand and a cell phone in his right.

"Yes, I will pay for the damages done to the Ferry and the cars," he spoke on the phone. "Yes, sir. Again, I am very sorry. Thank you, goodbye."

Tony hung up, set his phone down on the coffee table, and sighed.

"Tony, what the hell did you say?" I demanded, walking further into the room.

"Don't tell me you're blaming me for this." Tony turned to me.

"Peter was on the verge of tears, Tony!" I exclaimed.

"I just got off the phone with the owner of the Ferry company, twenty cars were damaged, the boat was sliced in half and I don't think the Legionnaire's welding is going to hold in for long!" Tony pointed to his phone and my eyes caught something red folded next to it: Peter's suit. 

"Oh, God, Tony!" I looked back at him.

"He doesn't deserve the suit anymore," Tony explained.

"What did he do?!" I demanded. "Did you put laser eyes in the suit or something?"

"He got caught up in something that he wasn't supposed to, he acted recklessly and almost got himself and others killed!" Tony retorted.

"Peter just wants to help people, he wants to be like you!"

"Well, I'm a terrible role model," Tony said.

"You're the one who gave him the suit!" I argued.

"Stop blaming this on me!" Tony pointed to himself.

"Who else do I blame? It's clearly not Peter's fault that billionaire, philanthropist, and Earth's greatest defender gave him a super suit!" I shouted.

"I told him not to get into any danger!" Tony replied. "He didn't listen to me!"

"You do realize that you were the one who took him to Germany, right?" As we argued I stepped further into the living room.

"Don't bring up Germany." Tony threw his head back.

"Oh, I'm bringing it up," I pressed. "None of this-"

"Don't finish that sentence," Tony warned.

"None of this would have happened if you hadn't signed the Accords!"

"No, it would have been way worse!" Tony argued. 

"How could this get any worse, Tony?" I extended my arms out. "Peter is at home with his dreams crushed, I'm miserable, and the Avengers are gone."

"The Avengers are not gone-"

"Yes, they are! We can't do anything without permission, the Accords took the Avengers from us. We're just a scattered group of enhanced individuals." The room was silent, making it obvious how empty the compound was and supporting my point. "I am alone, Tony!"

"That's not what I thought would happen," Tony eased. The cold look was still in his eyes and I knew he wasn't done. "None of this would have happened if you and Cap hadn't gone haywire to defend a war criminal."  

I shook my head in disbelief. "Why do you even care so much? You do realize I'm a war criminal, too, right?" 

"Well, maybe I care so much because... I don't know, he murdered my parents." 

"We were brainwashed, Tony!" I yelled so loud that my voice cracked. "Do you know what they told him before that mission?" 

"Oh, so my parents were just a mission-" He began. 

"Do you know what they told him!?" I repeated. "They told Bucky that your parents had killed me. And that it was his job to get revenge." 

"But it wasn't true, they didn't kill you!" 

"He didn't know that! HYDRA was using me to fuel his anger and he didn't know. He didn't have a choice-" 

"He still did it!" 

"And what if it was me?" I blurted out. "What if it was me who was forced to murder your parents?" Tony stood back, eyes wide at my statement. It sickened me to say but it was the only thing I could think of to get him to understand. "It's a little different now, huh? Would I still be here? Or would I be locked away in the Raft, too?" 

Tears glistened in Tony's eyes and I blinked my own away. The atmosphere in the room had calmed down a bit, but the tensions were still high. I took in a breath and exhaled a cloud of cold vapor. 

"I'm going back downstairs, I have unfinished cleaning to do."

~~~

"FRIDAY, keep note for inventory, we're keeping the old suits, I don't think we need those weapon prototypes that I put in the cardboard box over there. And keep all the Avengers files, it would be a bit awkward if we got rid of those," I said aloud, folding up Steve's suit and placing it carefully back into the box followed by mine.

"Yes, Miss Flint."

"What's next?" I asked.

"Iron Legion designs, Mark I."

"Oh, scrap those, they suck," I pull out the file and threw it to the side. "Keep all the new designs. Actually, ask Tony if he wants to keep them."

"Mr. Stark left an hour ago," FRIDAY answered and I looked up.

"Oh." I put the files away. "Keep the new designs."

A yawn escaped my lips and I stretched my arms upwards. When my stretch finished, I pulled my phone out again, checked the time and stood up. 9:02 pm and I still didn't eat dinner. Yay for me.
The elevator ride back to the main floor felt longer than usual, the doors opened and I stepped out, walked to the kitchen and feeling too lazy to make anything else, I decided upon a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

My eyes scanned the kitchen, remembering early mornings when the Avengers had to leave for a mission and rushed around to find something to eat. Since Clint wouldn't be around as much anymore, we had to say goodbye to pre made breakfasts. There were also those quiet, afternoon talks with Steve, reminiscing about the good old days with the Howling Commandos, telling inside jokes that anyone passing by wouldn't understand.

I turned in my seat to look at the living room where a lot of time after missions was spent there, collapsing on the couch or armchair, someone taking the time to make coffee or tea, that was usually Wanda's job, she always made the best coffee. Fighting over the remote was also something that happened every so often, Steve and I always wanted to watch old sitcoms that we missed. Sam wanted to watch sports, keep up with all the scores. Natasha would put on Jeopardy and know every single answer, but when it came to History she'd leave it to me and Steve.

"Feeling nostalgic?" I jumped at Rhodey's words.

"Huh?" I looked over to where he stood in front of the garage door.

"You were making your scan of the floor, something that I like to do," he said.

"How long were you standing there?" I asked, turning back to my sandwich.

"Long enough for it to be a bit creepy, that's why I said something." Rhodey stepped into the kitchen and opened the fridge.

"Did you have another meeting with the UN?" I asked.

"Yeah," Rhodey replied, taking a carton of orange juice. "Same old stuff. Still don't know where criminal Captain Steve Rogers is."

I hummed a laugh. Rhodey set the carton of orange juice down after filling a glass and took a seat across from me. He looked at me for moment, his brow furrowed with concern.

"You alright?" He asked.

I sighed impatiently. "No. I had an argument with Tony."

"That always puts you in a good mood," Rhodey said, sarcastically.

"Yeah." I raised my eyebrows.

"Is that why he's not here?" Rhodey looked around.

"Yeah, he left while I was cleaning out the basement," I replied.

"Oh, right. Moving day."

"Mhm." I nodded, taking a bite of my sandwich.

"That, Ellie, will be the most uneventful night." Rhodey pointed.

"Really?" I smiled.

"Yeah, it's Happy, he might bark some orders, then the plane will be on its way," Rhodey replied.

"Let's hope it's that easy," I sighed.

I didn't tell Rhodey about Tony taking Peter's suit, I figured it wasn't that important for him to know. And I didn't know when I would see Tony next, if he'd make a random appearance, or if he would take some time to himself.

I finished my sandwich, cleaned my plate, put Rhodey's carton of orange juice away, and escaped to my room. James was waiting for me on my bed, mewing happily at my return from the day. I changed into my pajamas, brushed my teeth and collapsed onto my bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to replace the plain white paint with the stars in Wakanda. James crawled onto my stomach and curled up, his purrs vibrating my torso.

"I miss them, James," I breathed out. "Sometimes I think that I won't ever see Steve, Sam, Nat, Wanda, or Vis ever again." No reply from the cat. "You don't even know who I'm talking about... And I'm talking to a cat that I've named after my boyfriend." A small laugh resonated from my belly. "I'll see them. In time."