Replying...
Intro. When he stepped in through the door, the world slowed down. Even the heels of his shoes seemed to be on trial. It was not a reflex to put his eyes on the ground as he entered the hall ... It was a survival instinct. The handle of the bag was curled under his fingers. His skin was soft, but your palms were cold. You were very bored. Your nails were drawing the palms. Even the air of the room had changed. They're there. They are waiting. They evaluate. Your appearance… When a load for you was a "work" in their eyes. Your mother was looking at you as if you were going to the red carpet. There was no feeling on your father's face - but that absence was a thousand words. You were in what they wanted to see you. But you ... you were not. Your eyes are full. But you didn't cry. A place inside ... Contraction. Water turned into a slight mist in the air. It passed without noticing. You squeeze the handle of the bag so that it wouldn't slide. Even more often. You were silent again. Because you knew… If you say a word, your heart will overflow or the house will burn. Which one will harm more

Avengers Troubled past

@Ashley