When two worlds collide.

Not on the couch.

I woke up the following morning and yawned, my lip splitting. I cry out in pain before quickly covering it once I realised Draco was sleeping besides me.

"A-are you okay.." He mumbles, his eyes closed.

"I'm fine, I'm fine...go back to sleep.." I run my hand through his hair.

His hand travels under the pillow as he falls back into his sleep.

I go to the bathroom and the stitches were coming out, causing it to bleed again. I groan and pull Draco's jersey over me before going next doors. I open the door and see Pietro naked on the couch with a girl.

I scream, covering my eyes. "No! No! No!"

"Alex!" He gasps, covering himself and the girl before they stand up.

Everyone runs out, looking at me before looking back at Pietro.

"OH MY GOD!" Wanda screams.

"YOU WERE HAVING SEX ON MY COUCH?!" Tony yells.

"YOU HAVE A BLOODY ROOM FOR A REASON!" I gasp. "I feel sick..- I'm going to throw up- worse, I'm going to pass out!" I gag.

"It's not like you and Draco never done it!" Pietro rolls his eyes, pulling a shirt on.

"Bit- yeah- IN OUR ROOM! Bloody hell.." I mumble.

"Your little..- thing..needs to leave!" Clint scoffs.

Trust him to say something dumb and stupid like that. Shit..

"Yeah..- test for an STD whilst you're at it Pietro." I clear my throat as she leaves, stepping back.

She glares at me before slamming the door shut.

"Aggressive much." I mumble, walking over to the others. "My stitches reopened. Can you sort it out." I sigh.

"Sure doll, sit down." Bucky chuckles.

"Not on the couch.." I groan, sitting on the kitchen counter.

"What happened?" Peter yawns, rubbing his eyes.

"You don't want to know.." Grayson huffs.

Bucky takes my stitches out carefully before restitching them.

It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would this time.

"Quidditch? What's that?" Steve looks at me jersey as he makes a smoothie.

"It's a popular sport where I'm from." I shrug.

"Quidditch isn't a sport.." Grayson looks down at his phone.

"It's like...what do you guys call it.." I mumble, trying to think of the name. "Lac-lacrosse? Yes! It's like lacrosse but...with a twist.." I sigh, jumping down from the counter.

Quidditch is nothing like Lacrosse.

Natasha looks at me carefully. "I feel like I know you."

"I know you...well- not really, Dreykov showed me who you where."

"You were in the red room? You were a widow?!" Nat's eyes widen along with the others.

I nod. "My real mum, gave me to them when I was four...I managed to just about escape when I was ten, then Sarah and John adopted me...and then when I was twelve, Sarah died and Ginnys mum took me in."

"You spent six years in there?" Nat frowns. "Wai- no! That's not possible- I killed Dreykov!"

"No..- hes very much alive, Natasha." I state, folding my arms.