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"On days like this, we have a choice to make. Whether to sit and feel worthless or to use this feeling to power through" She said.

"That's true. That idiot never did show any of this. He bottled all of that up, and to be honest, that can take a toll on the mental health. But he managed to not hurt our feelings. I…I think that's why he did that…" Bruce muttered, his voice not showing any signs of happiness.

Steve just sat and gazed into space before saying, "He did use the feeling to power through. No wonder he could stay awake for days. He must have…thought that he….he wasn't worth it. And I bet that he was trying to prove it".

The three nodded in agreement.

"But he should know, he is worth it. At least to us" Clint exclaimed loudly. "But he doesn't Clint. That's the point. We have to show it because we hadn't before. And we had actually pushed him down. So we have to show him." Bruce said.

Then he glanced at Natasha, who continued.

"Whether we fall in the race and quit, or whether we get up. We get the chance to regain ourselves with pride" She said slowly, and nobody uttered a word.

Then she smiled. And the three of them stared at her. Why did she smile when everything was so hopeless?

"And no matter how many time's I'm called a disappointment or how many times I fail. No matter how many days like this come…I will ALWAYS choose to get up…and I hope you do too" she finished, without stopping. Then smirked and closed the book and put it on the center table.

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"At least Shell head won't give up. That's a good thing to know" Clint said, a small smile slipping through his face.

That's when Steve stood up and said, "But remember. He said that he was the monster….And that was because of us, I'm sure. So we have to stop hurting him. We have to stop saying things that can. And…..we have to be nice, even though how hard that sounds. Because he's our friend and family, so we have to take care of him. Otherwise, he would go and blast himself up in the lab by working too hard".

The end got them all chuckling but then all of them nodded with ferocity.

Then they all smiled and sat down, continuing with their work, halfway sill in thought. That's when the elevator doors swung open, and Natasha, being the assassin that she was, quickly snuck the book under the couch instinctually.

"Hey! You guys miss me?!" Stark asked sarcastically as he walked in with his jeans and white shirt and a gray blazer over it, sunglasses on his eyes and a flashy grin. "Sure di-" Clint started but corrected himself, "Sure did".

That's when Stark stopped in his tracks, causing all of them to freeze.

He narrowed his eyesight as if checking for any twitch or flinch, and all of them stared back like deer in headlights, before he chuckled and said, "Barton, its ok. You don't have to say that just cause you broke the remote. It's cheap, I can get another one" and started to walk to the main hallway.

Then, they all looked at Clint, who was holding a remote which was broken to bits.

"Wha…?" Clint asked confused, causing the whole team to laugh.

"Well, umm, if you guys need me, I'll be in the lab. I'm not jobless like you idiots" he says, trying to maintain his egotistical mask, but a small tiny bit of himself slips through.

Just as he's about to leave the room, Steve asks, "Hey Tony! You just came back, so why don't we watch a movie? It's movie night anyways. And…And I can order pizza!", trying to lighten the very awkward mood.

Stark turns around, first frowning but then a huge smile erupts on his face, "Hmmm…How much work do I have remaining? Well, I guess it can wait…Sure! But I call dibs on the couch!" Tony says quickly before he starts to sprint to the couch.

Clint and Bruce try to get up and sprint too, Steve already up and running. But Tony jumps on it, bang in the middle, first, Steve on the right, leaving space only for Bruce to fit in the left side.

"UGHHH" Barton exclaims before catching an armchair and choosing the movie.

The movie turned out to be 'Lord of the Rings' and there were very loud conversations in the middle.

Steve, true to his word, had ordered pizza and had even gotten up to make popcorn on top of that. Which ended up on Clint's head in a food fight between the 'Bird-Brain' and the 'Shell-head'

Steve didn't do anything else except glare at them, a slight smile curling on his face. Tony noticed it, while Clint didn't, and it was moments like those when Tony asked himself how Clint could be hitting the bulls-eye every time and missing such a huge smile in the glare.

In the end, the book lay forgotten and each team member bid goodnight and went to their rooms.

Stark was just about to leave, the hallway empty, when he saw something under the couch.

That's weird. Did one of those idiots leave something? Ughh I'll kill Thor if it's the Mjolnir, he thought to himself. He stopped in his tracks, bent down and pulled it out.

He gasped when he saw the item.

It was his book, the one he had written in.

At first, his eyebrows flung up in shock. That meant they must have read it because he had left it in the lab. It can't fly by itself. He would love it, if it did actually.

But that meant his secret was exposed.

That they knew how he was thinking and knew how they hurt him. Now, they knew that he was weak and that he was fragile and could be broken in a 'snap'.

But then he thought, that maybe it was a good thing. Maybe they would know how he felt now. Maybe they would protect him and hurt him less.

Maybe that's why Clint had corrected his sarcastic comment.

Maybe that's why Steve had asked for the movie night when he had started to go down to his lab.

Maybe that was why Steve didn't glare muderuous-ly at him when he there the popcorn on Clint.

Maybe they would actually be more nice towards him.

But those were just a case of 'Maybe's.

So instead of running away to Malibu and hiding, he smiled at himself and walked down to the lab to work once more.

And maybe, just maybe, to write in it again…

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