Disappeared- {Pietro Maximoff}

Chapter 10

Alex had requested for therapy to finish twenty minutes early so she could finish her packing and get some sleep before the flight, and Dr Garcia had graciously agreed.

"So remember you can email me if you need anything and if not then I'll see you on the 9th."

"Perfect. And about those forms you asked me to do, do you want me to send them to you or can I bring them later?"

"Just bring them to the next session. And Alex," Alex turned, buttoning up her coat, "I don't think you have C-PTSD, so don't worry about that. But these forms are important in narrowing down what we can do to help you cope and also begin work on the unhealthy relationships you make with people."

"I wouldn't say they're unhealthy."

"I can name four people who have tried to kill you and that you've immediately forgiven."

"Pietro doesn't count, he apologised before I forgave him and he's constantly proven that I was right to do so."

"But you kissed him, which wasn't a good idea."

"It was a great idea, oh my fucking god he's good at it."

"Language."

"Italian," Alex said only for Dr Garcia to glare at her, "Sorry, I got used to that with Steve. And anyway, it wasn't like it meant anything, a kiss can just be a kiss, y'know."

"I don't know, actually. In my experience, situations like that don't just come out of nowhere," said Dr Garcia, her brown eyes studying Alex intently, "So we're still going to talk about it."

"I don't like Pietro."

"You still need to make some boundaries with him. Now have a good trip, and let me know if you need to move the date of our next session."

"Will do, Doc. Have a nice week." Alex teleported away— god, she loved being able to do that. Pietro had to get public travel from his work to the compound as it was deemed too risky, but as Dr Garcia knew all about Alex, she was free to teleport as she liked.

Alex landed outside a coffee shop, and she looked up, confused. Inside, she could see Pietro and Adelaide doing an awkward tango to what sounded like ABBA.

"Dammit."

|| I thought you wanted to see him ||

"No!"

|| Then stop thinking about him ||

She was going to enter anyway when Pietro stepped away from Adelaide and began clapping his hands. Adelaide laughed, throwing her head back and beginning to twirl around.

They looked happy together. Pietro was smiling, properly instead of his fake one and Adelaide was taller than Alex had guessed when she wasn't hunched over her work.

Adelaide's braids had also been taken out and
her natural hair was tied into space buns. She was beautiful, in the effortless way Alex craved to be and she found herself self consciously pressing her stump against her stomach, ignoring the pain it sent through her whole body.

Adelaide looked through the window, catching Alex's eye just as she was about to leave. Adelaide beckoned her inside, so Alex forced a smile and opened the door with as much confidence as she could fake,

"Seems like I missed all the fun."

"Oh, we're just getting started." Pietro grinned, nudging Adelaide forward, "Adelaide got 97% on her exam!"

"That's amazing," the fake smile was replaced by a genuine one, Alex unable to remain sad with Adelaide so happy.

"It's all thanks to Pietro helping me revise," she looked at him and Alex felt her stomach flip, "He's amazing."