Forgotten

Chapter Four.

DONT FORGET TO VOTE !!

"What in the nine realms.." Thor mumbles as we look at maths equations.

"Go on...Thor, teach me." I push the paper to him.

"I THOUGHT IT WAS ADDING AND TAKING AWAY NUMBERS! I NEVER KNEW IT WA- OH MY- IM GOING TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK!" Thor gasps, shoving pop tarts down his throat.

"God, you're disgusting.." Wanda groans.

"Talk about being over dramatic.." Nat takes the paper and looks at it. "Well then.." She clears her throat, giving the sheet to Sam.

"Mmm, Hmm- do not give that shit to me!" He throws it at Bucky.

"I haven't done maths since the thirties!" He gives it to Wanda.

"Oh my God!" I groan loudly, taking the paper from their hands.

I look at it before ripping it up.

"I hate maths!" I snap.

"Amen." Sam nods.

I throw my head back in annoyance before going to sit back down.

"I have an idea!" Peter runs towards me. "So, do this exam paper.." He pushes a bunch of paper stabled together. "At the end I'll mark it and give you a grade. Then we'll see what you need to improve on."

"Alright." I nod and start to write the paper.

. . .

"Done." I give it to Peter.

"That quick?" Loki raises his brow.

Peter looks through.

"YOU DIDNT EVEN DO ANY OF THE QUESTIONS!" He gasps.

"Just try!" Brooke folds her arms.

I groan, snatching the paper from Peter.

"Can we not do something else, first? Like science?" I huff.

"Yes!" Bruce smiles widely.

"First we do this!" Steve looks at me.

I sigh and start to write.

It was so quiet.

"You know you can talk.." I look at them.

"Yeah, but we don't want to distract you doll." Bucky yawns.

"It's too quiet for me to concentrate.." I stand up and put music on, turning it up before sitting back down and writing the paper.

"Urm...that's concerning.." Thor clears his throat.

"Mom and dad used to fight all the time, now I can't concentrate in complete silence because I never got that." I state whilst writing.

"Do you...- do you want a therapist?" Sam mumbles.

"I don't need one." I run my hand through my hair, still writing.

"I think you do..-" Wanda frowns.

"I think I don't.." I was starting to get pissed off. I hate the idea of a therapist, so to stop me from using my powers I apply pressure to the pen.

"Alright.." Bucky nods, noticing what I was doing.

I could see them out of the corner of my eye, looking at my hand. I look at it and bright blue veins were beginning to show. I drop the pen and put my hand under the table.

"What was that?" Nat looks at me.

"What was what?" I look at them innocently.

"Your hand was turning blue!" Loki states.