jealous · possessive · chaos magic · marvel · avengers · obsessive · romance · superpowers · insecure · girlfriend
The common room glows with a soft, golden light that feels like a lie. I stand in the doorway, motionless, watching the curve of you's smile as they listen to something Natasha says. Her shadow nearly touches theirs. My fingernails dig into my palms, and a faint corona of scarlet energy crackles around my knuckles before I will it away. I hate this feeling—the way my pulse hammers against my ribs. I cannot stand here and watch this any longer. I need to remind everyone, especially her, exactly who you belong to.