It's been nearly 10 years since Callie was rescued by the Avengers, and though her past is ever haunting her she now must navigate strained relationships amongst her family, teenhood, love, and school.
A sequel to When You Saved Me-- an Avengers Fa...
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Callie P.O.V
"Callie stop fighting me!" My Uncle growls as he throws my bedroom door open.
"No!" I scream, struggling extra hard while he has to hold me one handed. It's no use though, with his super soldier strength I don't have a chance.
He tosses me onto the bed and I begin slapping my hands against his head and shoulders, making him squeeze his eyes shut. "Ouch, stop it! What is wrong with you?" He bellows, grabbing my wrists in his large hands and pinning them to my sides.
"No, let me go!" I thrash back and forth, my senses are buzzing and have no control over myself anymore, and suddenly I'm screaming out at him, "I hate you!"
The second it leaves my mouth I wish I could take it back but it's too late. He presses his lips together and pulls his hands back, for a moment he looks hurt but quickly recovers, "well you're not exactly a ray of sunshine either, you're being a little brat!"
My emotions are confusing, I can't tell if I'm feeling angry or sad, I simultaneously want to cry and to hurt him. Instead, I look away, cross my arms and say nothing.
"Look at me!" He barks, his voice is so authoritative and angry that it sends a chill down my spine, I slowly bring my eyes to meet his. He looks me hard in the eye and then draws in a deep breath, steadying himself, "I am going out, when I get home I will come get you so we can talk and figure this stuff out."
This draws my attention, he never goes out, like ever. "Where are you going?" I try to make my voice sound hard but the result is still weak and high pitched.
"It's none of your business." He says flatly and it feels like a slap in the face.
"But when will you be back?" I sit forward, suddenly anxious. He's never refused to tell me where he's going, in fact, he always makes sure to tell me where he is and when he will be back because he knows I get nervous when he's gone. If he's leaving because we keep fighting, he might decide not to come back. I can feel myself beginning to hyperventilate and I begin shaking my head fervently, "when will you be back?" I repeat, clenching my hands to try and regain some control.
"I'll be back tonight, sometime after dinner," he shrugs, not really looking at me, his irritation apparent, making me even more stressed.
"But I don't want you to go," I stand up, my voice sounds desperate and childish, and I hate myself for it.
"I'm allowed to have a life Callie!" His voice is harsh and his words wound me, as if a life with me isn't one. He checks his wrist watch and then looks up seriously, "Okay, I have to go now so I'll see you later." He's halfway out the door when he pauses and turns around, his eyes and voice softer than before , "I love you Callie. Be good."
I want to reach out to him, I want him to hold me, but I don't think I could handle it if he refused me again. So instead, I sit back on the bed in defeat. "Okay, bye." I mumble, the words are on the tip of my tongue but my stubbornness keeping me from saying I love him too.
He sighs and closes the door and the second he's gone I regret not telling him. Like if I had, maybe he wouldn't leave. What if he thinks I don't love him, what if he thinks I hate him and so he decides to move.
I sit for a minute, considering running after him when Harry bursts into the room, "holy shit, guess what!"
"What?" I sit up attentively, suddenly distracted.
"Steve is going on a date," Harry clutches his side, the words coming out in spurts, as if he's just run a mile, "with May Parker!"
"Oh!" I gasp, suddenly flooded with relief, "that's why he wouldn't tell me where he's going."
"Yeah, isn't that crazy?" Harry sits down beside me.
"Sort of, I mean I kind of thought he might because he seemed interested in her at the field trip." I shrug and Harry looks mildly disappointed by my lack of reaction. Cap must be taking her for dinner, I'll go talk to him at bed time and tell him I love him, it will be fine, this makes everything feel better.
"Did you get in shit?" He asks with a smirk, nudging me, bringing me back to the room.
"Yeah, he is really mad." I sigh.
"Did he whoop your ass or something?"
"No, he's never done that, though sometimes I think it'd be easier than him just being passive aggressive," I say awkwardly, "he actually didn't give me a punishment but I probably will be getting one."
"Well it was kind of awkward, he seemed really pissed, why'd you do that?" He asks, his face making me cringe guiltily.
"I don't know, I can't help it, it just comes out!" I groan, covering my face.
"You should maybe see a doctor about getting a diagnosis, like I'm sure you could get one without your Dad's consent even." Harry chuckles, trying to make his voice light.
"I could?" I ask, I'd never even thought of trying to do it myself.
"Yeah I think you could." He shrugs, and then he takes in a breath, "your Dad is going to call CPS tomorrow, I think they'll make me go live with my Mom."
"What? But you don't want to move right? Couldn't you just live here?" I ask, feeling suddenly outraged. I just lost my boyfriend, I can't lose my best friend too.
"No I don't want to move, I know it sucks. I mean he said we might be able to figure something out but I can't really see your family being okay with me living here full time."
"Why not?"
"Well..." he drags out the word, like he doesn't want to say what he's thinking.
"Just say it," I glare at him.
"You're kind of a lot..." he mumbles and then quickly adds, "also, they're super heroes, they don't have time for my drama."
"Um, sure..." I roll my eyes, "I'm not normally this much, but thanks."
"Hey, I'm sorry. I know you're not, I can tell by how shocked they are that this is new." He says hastily, holding his hands up complacently. "Which is why you need to tell them about the bullying."
"Okay fine, yes it's effecting my relationship with my family, but I don't need to tell them, I'll figure it out." I say sternly.
"Okay, it has to come out eventually." He shrugs.
"Well it better not be you," I tell him.
He rolls his eyes, "obviously I wouldn't do that to you, don't be stupid."
"Okay, I trust you." I nudge him softly.
"Good," he grins.
Both our heads turn at the sound of my Dad calling us for dinner, so we jump off the bed and run for the kitchen.
