What I Lost || sequel to Worth It

Seven

(Y/N)'s POV

"Where are you off to today?" My dad comes up behind me, kissing my temple.

"Mom and I are giving a presentation at Midtown High. Peter and Ophelia set it up for us." I respond, washing the dishes from my breakfast.

"I hope you have fun, tell your mom not to keep you too long."

"Don't worry, dad. I'll be back before dinner." I smile reassuringly at him. "I gotta go."

I give him a hug before grabbing my bag and leaving the tower.

My mom is waiting patiently for me outside, coffees in hand.

"Hey, sweetie! Ready to impress some teenagers?" She hands me the iced latte for me and opens the passenger side door.

"Damn right I am." I get in the car and buckle up. "Why can't I drive?"

"Is that a rhetorical question?" She cocks an eyebrow at me.

"You almost kill Captain America one time and no one lets you drive." Both of us laugh and she starts the car.

I stare out the window for a minute, watching pedestrians on their way to work, before the car suddenly stops.

"Mom?" I look over at her and my expression drops. Her face is smeared with blood, neck bent at an odd angle.

"No, no, no, no..." I unbuckle my seatbelt and hold her, trying to shake her awake. "This can't be happening. Mom! Please wake up..."

I squeeze my eyes shut as more tears fall. When I open them, the scene changes. I'm no longer in the car and my mom was gone from sight.

The walls around me are akin to those at HYDRA. The corpse in my arms does not belong to my mother, it belongs to Ophelia. Only she's not yet gone, there is still a faint light behind her eyes.

"(Y/N)..." she croaked weakly.

"I'm here." I cooed. "I'm not going anywhere. Don't worry."

"You did this."

"What?" My eyes went wide at her words, tears wetting my cheeks.

"You did this to me. You killed me." Her eyes went dark as she took her last breath.

Before I knew it, the scene changed again. I was strapped down to a metal chair, the leather retraining any movement.

There are three unconscious figures tied up in front of me. My dad, Peter, and Matt. They're dangling with rope wrapped around their wrists, suspending them in air.

"Do you recognize these people?" I whip my head around to see Chase standing there, a gun in his hand.

Yes. Please don't hurt them. Hurt me instead.

"No." My mouth moves on impulse.

"So you wouldn't care if they died?" He asks with a smirk.

"Not at all."

That's not true. Kill me instead. They don't deserve it.