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
I wake up to my alarm, and roll over. Uncle Steve is still sleeping, his arm draped over my belly. I wiggle out from under him and his deep blue eyes peek out from under his eyelids. "Got to get ready for school," I whisper and kiss his cheek.
He smiles, "I'll get up and drive you in a bit." Yawning, he rolls over and I blush at the prominent teepee pushing up through the blankets. How did I not feel that?
I clear my throat, "uh, you're um..."
His eyes pop open and look down, "ah, sorry. That's always awkward." He rolls onto his side to hide the tent.
"It's okay," I scratch the back of my head before retreating from the room. Sometimes I wish I was born a boy, these things would be far less awkward.
I go to my bedroom and find Harry still sleeping, "yo Pearson, time to get up!" I say, whacking him with my pillow.
He grunts, "fuck, Callie." He sits up, "did you sleep with Steve again?"
"Yeah," I say, rummaging through my dresser.
"What's wrong? Your face looks funny." He yawns, getting out of bed.
"Oh, nothing, Steve just had a, uh, a boner."
"Oh," Harry laughs, "that's awkward."
"It always is a little weird, but I'm in a house full of men... like, I've seen my fair share of horny dicks." I shrug, walking into the bathroom and stripping my clothes off.
"You're also incredibly comfortable stripping in front of people," Harry laughs.
"Oh, uh, yeah, I think it's just people I'm comfortable with, sorry," I stammer, my cheeks flushing. "I'm just going to shower," I tell him.
"No worries, I am flattered actually. I need to shower too, can you be quick?" he says, and I hear him starting to pee.
"You can just come in," I shrug, lathering my hair.
"Oh, sure." He says, and a moment later Harry climbs into the shower, I blush slightly at the sight of him naked but he acts nonchalant about it.
He looks me up and down, "yep I'm gay, I've never seen a naked girl before and yet, it doesn't do anything for me," he laughs, "can I use your shampoo?"
"Yep," I rinse my hair and hand him the bottle. "I'm glad I helped solidify it for you. So why haven't I met your boyfriend yet?" I ask him, climbing out and beginning to dry off.
"Well, we only really see each other during work or afterwards," he replies, "it's sort of weird with my dad being a total homophobe but now I should get to see him a little more. We should all hang out!"
"Yeah that would be awesome!" I say, walking out to my dresser.
"So, are you nervous for school today?" He asks, getting out of the shower and beginning to dry himself. "It's the first day back at school since that photo went around."
