Tragedy of Natalie Thomas-MCU

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Peter hated public transport. Normally he'd swing over to the tower and be there in 5 minutes, so the 35 minute commute via subway was painful. The journey was worsened by his huge bag. He was dragging around a change of clothes, his bedding and pajamas, a chess board, his phone charger, a few dozen books, and all his spider equipment, (He was going to fix it at the tower, and having it in his bag while he was unable to use it was salt in the wound.) He found himself waiting in the lobby, unsure whether or not to take the elevator up. The security knew not to stop him, he'd been Tony Stark's "intern" for years. He sat down on the carpet by the Avengers elevator, and put back on his headphones.

After a few songs the back of his neck prickled.

Approaching, above.

He stood up, grabbed his bag, and turned to face the elevator.

The doors opened to reveal a scrawny looking white guy with brown hair. He was eating an apple and waving.

"Hi Mr. Lang!" Peter said, walking over to the elevator.

"Hi Peter! What's up?"

"Nothing much, I'm planning on fixing up all my spider gear while I'm here."

Peter and Scott had fought once in an airport, fought Thanos together at the old Avengers base, and attended Tony Stark's funeral together. They weren't exactly close, but they knew each other's names. Scott was one of the more friendly Avengers, so Peter found it easiest to talk to him.

"I'm still surprised Sam is letting you anywhere near Natalie. He wouldn't let us talk to her for nearly a week." Scott said as they walked into the elevator.

"What's she like?" Peter asked nervously, he knew the basics of what happened.

Scott thought for a few seconds as the elevator ascended.

"Angry and scared." He said simply. "If you keep your distance it'll go great. Just keep her away from the trash."

Peter gulped. "Uh... ok? Sam mentioned nightmares, any ideas?"

"I don't know, Sam deals with that. He helps Bucky and Wanda too. I'd ask him."

Peter nodded nervously, and the elevator doors opened.

He was met with the familiar entryway, he used to come here every Monday after school to help Mr. Stark. He set down his bag, gathered his courage, and walked into the living room.

There was sunlight streaming through the windows, the kitchen smelled like coffee, and the gray furniture looked soft and comfortable. Sam was sitting on the couch with Natalie, the couch was turned away from the entryway, and Natalie was shaking with fear.

"It'll be ok Natalie, I promise." Sam said, gently pulling her off him, and standing up.

"No." She said with a whimper.

"I need to talk with Peter, you guys are gonna have lots of fun."

Sam left her, and she collapsed onto the couch, quivering.

"Thanks for coming Peter!" Sam said, walking over to Peter and smiling.

"Hi Mr. Willson. Thanks for having me." Peter said nervously.

"I have a bunch of instructions for you, this'll take awhile. Why don't you follow me and sit down?"

"Yeah sure Mr. Wilson." He followed him over to the couch, and his eyes widened when he saw Natalie.