pt 50- what do you mean a letter?

                                    

                                          
We were all sitting around the table for dinner, but I couldn't bear to eat anything. I had been mindlessly pushing the food around with my fork the entire time only putting the fork down to gulp down the glass of water in front of me. I set the glass down with a loud thud causing my dad to look in my direction. I could feel his gaze sit on me a little too long. I slowly turned my head to meet his eyes but kept my chin tucked into my chest. His eyebrows furrowed together in question as he had a puzzled look in his eyes. I responded by raising my own brows and pulling my mouth into a flat line, brushing off his silent question. I looked back at my plate but only for a second before I felt Peter's leg touch my own. I didn't push it away like I expected myself to do. I let out a small sigh, but halfway through it turned into more of a grunt as I felt Bucky kick my shin under the table. I glowered at him and flared my nostrils telling him to stop and leave me alone. Peter's hand floated down onto my knee, calming me down. My head started spinning again and suddenly I was headed into the kitchen filling my water glass. 
                          
I sat back down with a huff and could feel everyone's eyes on me.
                          
"What?!" I yelled. I didn't know why I was so on edge. Except that I did. I was about to ask everyone to go sit in the living room and then tell them about the letter, but try and convince them I could handle it on my own. I already knew how they were going to react: overreact. It was hard with this group, it was either the end of the world or at an absolute stand still. I looked at Peter, then Bucky, then my dad and took a deep breath. It was shaky as I slowly stood up to speak. My throat felt like sandpaper. I swallowed then opened my mouth.
                          
"Can everyone come into the living room when you're done? I need to talk to you guys about something important." I didn't stay long enough for anyone to actually answer me. I quickly left the table, leaving everyone with confused expressions on their faces. 
                          
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I stood around the corner watching everyone slowly sit down in the living room, the same confused and concerned look on their faces. I straightened my spine and set my shoulders back before I walked in. Everyone looked at me with baited breath, on the edge of their seats. I felt tears begin to sting my eyes but forced myself to not cry and let out another shaky breath instead. 
                          
"Before I say anything I need you all to promise me that you will trust me completely and not tell me that I'm too young or naïve to handle this." They looked stunned. Like they didn't know what to expect but it probably wasn't that. "It's kind of a long story, but to skip the details...I got a letter. The anonymous kind." I instantly saw everyone's heart sink. Nat dropped her head into her hands, Pepper sucked in a breath, Steve leaned forward, and I stopped my dad before he could stand up. 
                          
"What do you mean a letter?" Steve asked. 
                          
"She mean like the kind in an envelope, with her name on it, sometimes they come in the mail but-" I cut Peter off in his explanation. He instantly realized what was going on and shook his head in embarrassment. 
                          
"The night Cromwell or whoever was here Bucky and I caught a guy running away from the house. We put him in the spare garage, but Buck caught him escaping. He said something as he ran and that's when Bucky saw the letter on the ground. It had my name on the outside." I explained as I pulled the letter from behind my back and handed it to Wanda. She started to open it but I stopped her.
                          
"Before any of you hear this remember, you promised. I'm going to take care of this." 
                          
Wanda slowly pulled the note from the envelope and began reading aloud.
                          
"Hello Miss Stark"...