I bang my fist against the door. I hate Tony. He has locked me in a closet with Pietro the biggest jerk in the world. I hear Pieter groan as he slides down the wall. His breath becomes heavier.
"Hey...? Are you okay?" I ask worried incase he hates confined spaces. "N-no." He stutters. I kinda feel bad now. I bend next to him and take his hand in mine. "Hey you're going to be alright. I know it's tight in here but-" I say trying to calm him down but only for him to groan.
"Pietro talk to me love. Tell me why you're scared." I ask trying to distract him. "When me and Wanda were ten we were trapped in our house that was bombed. I was so scared." He whispers. "Hold on darling." I soothe and get up to go to the door. "Tony let us out!" I yell. "Not gonna happen." He says. I can tell he is smirking. "Tony! He is afraid of tight spaces! He's having a panic attack let us out you asshole!!!" I scream and bang on the door. At this point Pietro is sobbing. I hear Tony mumble a few curses until I hear the door open. I run to Pietro and help him stand. I wrap an arm around his waist and glare at Tony as we walk past him. He looks at me sheepishly. I carry Pietro to his room where we spend the night together watching movies and eating junk.
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