TW- Mild violence
Her words stabbed through you, grasping for something to say. There was nothing.
Shit.
Peter and Ned stood before you bewildered at the events playing out before them, in shock you look for a life line as you stand helpless. Running your hands through your hair, sucking the air in between your teeth, ‘What have I done.’
Ned's voice a whisper, obviously nervous as he asks ‘Did you really work with Paul Mr Barnes?’
Infuriated someone would believe you could do that to her, in one swift roar you clear the counter spraying the contents across the wall opposite. ‘of course I fucking didn’t’ your voice so bitter they both take a step back. Exiting the room you chase after her, you need to explain.
Your heartbeat is thundering in your ears, the panic souring within every fibre of your being. Barging the unexpecting oncomers out of your path as you make headway through the main entrance, you bust out onto the city streets almost falling to the floor with the force. Scouting the paths before you, hoping for any signs of Beatrix, your too late. She’s gone.
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Standing in the stairwell, you hesitate to enter your apartment. Your whole world feels as though it’s crashing down around you. Placing your hand on the wooden doorframe you hover your keys over the lock, the clanging of the keys between your shaking fingers jingles in the empty hallway. As the gut-wrenching sorrow spreads into your soul, paralysing your whole body, your rooted to the spot, standing there...frozen.
Your visions blurry through the steady flow of silent tears, to exhausted to fight anymore you have allowed your body to succumb to the pain as you lie across the cold flooring. All you want is to be wrapped in his arms, safe under his touch, loved and happy. Everything you had known was a lie, he was a lie... and you fell for it.
Your mind takes you to places you don’t want to go, memories flashing to the surface. You gasp for air between the tears as the emptiness makes you feel like your drowning, unable to let go of this fictional life you had grown to love.
Reaching for your phone you dial Jade...’Make it stop. I need it to stop.’ You whimper through laboured breaths.
Hearing a knock at the door, you slowly raise to you feet. Still whimpering your eyes bloodshot and stinging from the raw tenderness of your acid burnt cheeks.
Unlocking the solid wooden door you go to let Jade inside when you catch a flash of red hair, a sharp stabbing pain burns through your head sending your world black.
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Bee to my Barnes
Romance**Not based in the marvel universe but based on their characters, personality and relationships. I hope you like my take on their lives outside of the avengers. ** Heartbroken and lost, a small town country girl moves to the big city to be with her...
