The Chameleon [Avengers Fanfiction]

Chapter 30

I got carried back to the jet by Steve. I tried to fight, but I gave up, letting my body go limp. What was the point? I was sat down on the seat and everyone rushed toward me, asking questions that I really didn't want to answer.

"Alright everyone get back! She'll tell you when she's ready." They all backed off. Except for Bruce, he cleaned up my wounds and I could see him pale when he first looked at me. He worked in silence, which I was grateful for. Soon, I had bandages covering my arms and a piece of gauze on my face, and he cleaned my cuts. As I looked anywhere but his eyes, I saw his neck go a little green. He should be angry. About halfway through, Peter came and sat beside me. He looked at me, and I shook my head, silently telling him I didn't want to talk. He nodded, and silently took my hand. I didn't grip it that hard, afraid that I would hurt him. The rest of the flight was filled with uncomfortable silence, a few people muttering words to each other. We arrived, and I stayed where I was, not wanting to move, I was numb. Steve was last out, and he noticed me.

"Hey Amelia? You coming?" I didn't look at him and just stared at my grimy and dirt caked hands. He sighed quietly and slipped his arms around me to carry me into the tower.

"We should get her to the med bay." Bruce said. I shook my head, not wanting to be in the blinding white room.

"My room please." I muttered in the softest voice possible.

"Alright. Steve." Bruce motioned for Steve to take me. He started to walk toward my room, his feet padding on the ground in rhythm. Between the soft bouncing of me in his arms, and the pattern of his feet, the day caught up to me, and my eyes started to droop. By the time we were at my room, I was half asleep. He set me down in my bed, tucked me in, and whispered,

"Good night Mia."

Peters POV
What had happened? This was definitely not the Amelia we all knew. I had come up to her on the flight back, but she didn't want to talk. Something bad had happened, there was no doubt. Nat called us all into the living room and I sat down on one of the chairs.

"I know you're al curious what happened. But we need to give her some space."

"Can we at least know a little bit about what happened?" Tony asked. "Maybe then we could help her."

"I think she should share when she wants to." I chimed in. "We shouldn't pressure her."

"Alright fine. I trust you kid." We dropped the subject, and continued on, but no one forgot. I was tasked with bringing her food, seeing as she would probably be hungry, and after 4 hours, she would probably be awake. I took her plate of food and knocked on her door slightly.

"Amelia?"

"Who is it?" A soft voice called.

"It's Peter." There was silence, and then I heard a soft click and the door opened. She was a mess. Her eyes were puffy and red, her hair was all over the place and she was still in her blood stained and dirty clothes. She padded back to her bed and dove under the covers.

"Close the door." I did, and walked over, sitting on the other side.

"I brought you food."

"I'm not hungry."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." I didn't push any further and I put the plate on the side table. I started to get up, but I felt a hand in my forearm. I turned and saw a gray and blue eye looking up at me.

"What's wrong?"

"Please stay." It was barely a whisper, but I heard it nonetheless. I didn't question, and I slid under the blankets.

"You wanna talk about it?" There was silence, until the soft voice came flowing out.

"She knew the rocket was coming. I told her that they should run, that I should take it. I still should've, I deserved it. Ive killed more people at 14 than people do in their lifetime. But she refused, and used her powers to isolate the rocket, making a-" she chocked on her words before continuing, "a shield around it. But she had to be close, and..." she trailed off. I saw tears run down her cheeks and I pulled her into a hug, letting the tears soak my hoodie.
"And she said, it's not your fault. But it was, it is, it is my fault. All of it is. Dobie and Shoe, I could've gotten them out or protected them, all those people I killed, I could've given myself instead, and then Ma."

"Shh. It's ok. It's ok." She stayed like that, in my embrace, me running my hands through her hair, and her shaky breaths the only sound. I laid her back down, still in my arms, and slowly but surely, her breathing slowed. I looked down at her, now sleeping. This was nice. I had never had a sibling, but I had always wanted one. Her little puffs of breath in a rhythmic pattern, and her back moving up and down slowly. Slowly, I felt my eyes dripping, and soon enough, I was asleep.

Sorry it's kinda short, I just started a new quad and I've been getting used to it. Also, do you thinks she should fall in love with Peter? Originally, I wasn't going to give her a love interest, but this last part came kinda out of nowhere.
So lover, or brother?
-Abby