You're A Different Kind Of Poser

Chapter 1- Me, Myself & Shit Ton of Trauma

Y/N POV-

"It's no secret that people tend to drown in their own consciousness. There's no double meaning behind hiding from your past, but the thing about running from yourself, is it always finds a way of finding its way back to you.

I've lived a lot of lives to say the truth. The one life I haven't lived quite yet is my own. All I know about myself is the stuff I really rememberer. I was born in Italy, lived there till I was around 4-5ish, moved to New York, fought in World War II, made a ton of enemies, even more friends, moved back to Italy, kidnapped then sold to Russia, cycled through the Red Room a few times, went on a shit ton of missions, escaped with a close friend of mine. Only difference between that was she got out, me on the other hand. Got taken back to Russia, had my "graduation" from the Red Room, then sold to Hydra, met this dude that was in some war, he seemed familiar but I didn't really care enough. Went on even more missions, then Hydra got taken down due to Captain Goody-2-Shoes, which was great don't get me wrong was great, it allowed me to get out, but the Avengers have too much ego for my liking.

After I got out, I didn't really know what to do but I had a bunch of shit ton of things I got to inherit from them. So, my first stop was Italy. I surprisingly had a ton of free time on my hands throughout the years, so I learned a bunch of languages: English, Spanish, French, Italian, German, and Japanese. Curtesy of my shitty life, I already knew Russian, which was sort of the silver lining of it all, in the most optimistic way that is.

My point is the universe will beat the living life out of you and beat you to an emotional pulp. It will spit on your grave, laugh at the pain you feel, and for the cherry on top...take the things you love most and strip them away, leaving you hallow. So now, what the actual fuck are you supposed to do? You get the fuck up in the morning and push back. When the world turn its back on you, you turn your back on the world. All it takes is a breath and then another and then...another I guess." I finished off as I let out a breath, I didn't know I had been holding through the whole presentation.

Peter walked back on stage and the lights came back on.

"Y/N Y/L/N ladies and gentlemen." Peter's voice slightly cracked.

I thanked everyone for listening, wished them a great Summer break, and walked off stage and the moment I turned around, the kid tackled me with a tight hug. I could just tell how much this kid needed this, so I held him just as tight, well as much as I could without crushing him.

"I'm gonna miss you Y/N/N" he mumbled into my shoulder

"Me too Pete. Me too, but you need to go see May and spend more time with her" I kissed the top of his head and we pulled back from the hug.

"I know but it gets boring there and with the new suit you got me from Mr. Stark is just weird. It's not like that, it's great the suit is great thank you, but- "

"But it's just not what you're used to. It's fine Pete." I cut him off before he could ramble anymore.

"How about this, I'll make sure everyone that's staying is settled in and everyone who's leaving is on the bus, after that I'll drive you to your Aunt May's. How's that sound?"

"Deal!" he burst into a smile. God, I love this kid, he's so pure. He'd hate me if he knew the real story.

Peter went off to his dorm to grab his stuff and I went into office and announced that everyone who was leaving has an hour and for anyone who was staying to be ready for the dorm check, that I'll personally do this time.

After I checked the dorms, sent everyone off and sign the papers the driver needed me to sign, I go meet Peter by my car. I unlock it for him, he throws his stuff in the back, and hopped into the passenger seat, I get in and start driving to May's.