Necessary Good, Unnecessary Evil | No rest For Wounded Souls [Bucky Barnes]

Frankenstein

"There is no present or future – only the past, happening over and over again."
-Eugene O'Neill

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Nova's POV

"You go inside, she kills you, and I won't stop her," Wanda says, trying to keep her voice low.
"It was my pasta!" Pietro argues, not caring about being quiet.
"It's gone, Pietro. Go make some more."
I open my door, finding Pietro and Wanda facing each other, arguing.
Their heads turn to the side, and they both gape at me.
It's so weird when they move at the same time. It creeps me out sometimes.
"Can I help you?" I yawn and notice Wanda is holding Christmas decorations.
"Do you know how to read?" Pietro scowls, pointing his finger at me.
I stare at him, confused, for a few seconds, and a smirk forms on my face when I realize what is going on.
I cross my arms, arching my brow, "Yeah, I do. Something wrong?"
"My mac and cheese is gone." He states, and I pretend to be surprised.
"Oh, that's weird. Same thing happened to my pizza. Don't worry. We will find that dirty thief." I sigh, and Wanda snorts. She quickly covers her mouth with her hands, pretending nothing happened.
He remains silent, and I just walk past him, heading downstairs.
Why does this place look like a mall during Christmas?

"It's because we need to get in the spirit. Christmas is in two weeks." Wanda chirps, following me.
My heart skips a beat. Sometimes, I forget I'm not the only one who can read minds.
"You did that?" I ask, looking around. 
"I got a little help." She smiles, nodding at Peter sitting at the table, trying to fix some lights.
"Hey, Parker," I wave, "how's school?" He lifts his head and waves back.
"Hi, ma'am. School is good, thanks." He stutters, and I look at him with a frown.
"You can call me Nova, Peter." I chuckle, grabbing a glass.
"I'm not old enough for ma'am. Not yet." I josh, taking the milk out of the fridge. A liquid breakfast is still breakfast after all.
"Oh, sorry, ma'am... I mean Nova." He hesitates, scratching his head.
I shake my head smiling, he's a good kid and a smart one. But his social skills are worse than mine.

"What are you doing?" I ask, walking to the table.
"Some lights aren't working." He says, pointing at a few small bulbs.
I hover my hand over the tangled wires, and a violet glow spreads over the table.
Peter turns it on, noticing they're all working, "That's so cool!" He marvels, examining the lights.
I look at my hand, surprised. I didn't know I could do that.
"How did you do that?" Wanda inquires, looking over my shoulder.
"I don't know," I mutter, walking back to the kitchen.
There's something I want to try.
"What are you doing?" Wanda looks at me as I take a plate out of the cabinet and cover it with a cloth.
I hit the corner of the kitchen island with it, breaking the porcelain.
"Now what?" Wanda asks as I uncover the broken plate and put it on the counter.
I put my hand over the fragments, and they begin to move, slowly coming together and fixing the porcelain.
"Well, that's new." She grabs the plate, analyzing it.
This is definitely interesting and new. How did I do that? What else can I do?

"Can you fix my phone?" Peter chimes in, holding up his phone.
How did he even end up breaking it so badly?
"I guess so?" I hesitate, trying again to use my new power.
"Sick! Now I can save money for MJ's birthday," He beams, looking at his practically new phone.
"Who's MJ?" Wanda cocks her head, walking over to the table.
"Just a friend," Peter splutters as his cheeks redder.
Wanda smirks, and I know she's dying to find more. She loves knowing everything.
"Wait, is that the girl we took home when I gave you a ride?" I ask, and Peter's eyes widen.
Someone must have a crush. "She's pretty. Have you already found the right gift?" I wonder, sitting in front of him with my breakfast.
"Not yet." He sighs, looking down.
"Well, that's not a problem. We are going to help you." Wanda chirps, and I frown.
"Are we?" I ask, not convinced. I'm not good at making gifts, how could I help him?
"Really?" His eyes sparkle, and I sigh, defeated.
"I guess so," I mumble, taking an apple from the fruit basket and biting it.