After we got to the theatre room, we didn't know what to watch. Pietro doesn't know anything cuz of HYDRA and I'm Gen Z. I couldn't choose what movie since I've seen a bunch. I kept scrolling on Netflix until Pietro saw Annabelle: Comes Home.
"Why don't we watch that?" He asked.
"Eh- I dunno man, can you handle it?"
"Hell ya. Can you?" He mocked.
"Ya, but like horror movies piss me off" I said getting comfortable.
"How?" He asked also getting comfortable.
"You'll see." And then I started the movie.
I hour later...
"DANIELA! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING! MISS GIRL TF?!" I yelled.
"Y/n, p-please s-stop-"
"Stop? Stop? UR TELLING ME TO STOP?! IM NOT THE DUMBASS UGLY BITCH WHOS DOING STUPID SHIT TF! JUDY LITERALLY TOLD HER TO NOT GO INTO THAT ROOM FOR LIFE OR DEATH REASONS AND WHAT DID SHE SAY? WHAT DID SHE SAY? 'Fuck it' AND GUESS WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED HUH? HER DEADASS DADDY WAS PLAYING...THE FUCKING...PIANOOOOO!"
"Wait Y/n-"
"NO! THIS IS NOT FUNNY PIETRO! THIS IS WHY ION WATCH HORROR MOVIES. 1. MY PARANOID ASS CANT EVEN WITH THIS SHIT BECUZ THERE COULD BE SOME BITCH STALKING ME AND SLIT MY THOAT IN THE SHOWER. 2. EVERYONE IS SO FUCKING DUMB LIKE TF U KNOW CREEPY SHIT IS THERE BUT UR TOO MUCH OF A DUMBASS TO REALIZE IT. AND 3. EVERY SINGLE MOTHERFUCKER IN HORROR MOVIES ARE SUICIDAL AS FUCK ISTFG LIKE THEY'VE BEEN TOLD, THEY'VE BEEN WARNED, BUT THEY WANT TO BLAME IT ON THE DEVIL HIMSELF FOR THEIR DEATH! FR BRO!" I said jumping up and down. I finally took a seat next to Pietro since I was pacing around in anger, well more like annoyance and continued watching the movie. As we were watching I didn't realize Pietro was gone.
"Pietro?" I called out but he didn't answer. I didn't think it was anything until there was a scene where The PennyMan "grabbed" Mary-Ellen by the ankles
and I felt something grab my ankles.
"AHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"No no no no no not this again please I didn't do anything wrong this time please don't hurt me please listen to me I didn't do anything wrong." I cried while hugging my knees to my chest and sobbing
Pietro was laughing but he stopped when he saw me.
"Princessa are you ok? I didn't mea-" I didn't hear what I said after that because I bolted out of the theatre and ran to my room shutting the door behind me.
In your room
I was breathing heavily, my chest rising up and down so fast. My throat was dry and sore from the panting. I couldn't feel my legs. They were about to give in but I just hugged my knees to my chest and let it all out.
Flashback
"Well well well, isn't it my little whore." A guy said.
"What do u want from me?" I said sobbing.
"What I want is to feel ur tight pussy around my cock." He said while unbuckling his pants letting his dick spring free.
"NO!" I kicked him in the balls and ran for it. I tripped on my own feet and I felt a pair of hands grab me by my ankles.
"No no no no no not this again please I didn't do anything wrong this time please don't hurt me please listen to me I didn't do anything wrong." And that was the last thing I remembered before I blacked out.
End flashback.
My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my bedroom door. I walked up to the door and saw Pietro.
"Princessa, can I come in?" He asked. I hesitated at first but I opened my door all the way as a sign that he can come in.
"Y/n, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for what happened in the theatre room. Are you ok tho?"
"Y-ya I'm fine." I said still shaken up a bit.
"Are you sure because you look terrible." He chuckled.
"Thanks a lot Maximoff."
"N-n-no that's not what I meant. I mean like you look upset."
"I'm not upset...more like re-lived a moment in my life."
"What do you mean?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows. I looked down. And then it hit him.
"Y/n, do you have PTSD?" He asked softly. I nodded. I couldn't help it his soft voice mixed with his Sokovian accent was so comforting I just started crying and put my face in my hands. He pulled me to his chest and started stroking my back. It was the most comforting I felt in my life.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked. I shook my head.
"Ok. Let's go downstairs and have dinner. Sounds good?" I nodded. I pulled away from the bed and got up from my bed, making my way to the dinner table.
"Ayyy Y/n how ya been?" Tony asked.
"I'm ok." I simply said.
"Well for dinner we have steak, pasta, what you hungry for?" Nat asked.
"Dylan O'Brien." Wanda cooed.
"Shut up." I mumbled
"Well you are."
"I said shut up, you little witch."
"Well she is." Wanda said
"Enough. Let's have a decent dinner for once. This is Y/n's first dinner with us so let's make the most of it alright?" Steve said. Everyone mumbled 'ok' under their breath. I felt someone kick my shins.
"OW!" I exclaimed.
"What happened?" Sam asked.
"Someone kicked me."
"Well it wasn't me." Clint said.
"Not me." Bucky said. And everyone was following pursuit except one person.
"Maximoff, got smt to say?" I asked raising one eyebrow.
"No. Not really."
"What do you mean 'not really', go on, spit it out." I said getting angry.
"Well I'm just thinking that why would you be hungry for someone who doesn't want you?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" I said balling my fists.
"Well I mean he's a celebrity, and you're, well...nothing." He said not looking at me.
"I am something dipshit." I said raising my voice a little.
"Well if by something you mean a broken 13 year old girl with PTSD who's also probably suicidal then ya you're something." He said staring into my soul. Everyone gasped and Wanda threw a spoon at him.
"Well, thanks Pepper for the lovely dinner, but I'm not really hungry. And thanks Steve for bringing everyone here, for I guess what you call 'bonding', but I think I don't need anymore friends." I said while standing up.
"You don't even have friends." Pietro mumbled under his breath.
"Alright that's it." And I jumped across the table and tackled him to the ground. He kicked me in my stomach and I fell down. I used that as leverage cuz when my legs went up I kicked him in the balls. I quickly got up and punched him in the face. I did a headlock with my thighs and straddled him on the ground. I didn't give a fuck I kept punching and punching and punching his bitch ass until I felt a pair of arms pulled me back.
"Hey hey Y/n stop." It was Sam. There was Clint, Bucky, and Nat with me while Steve, Tony, Bruce, and Wanda were with Pietro.
"Enough!" Steve yelled. "You guys need to stop fighting ok? I don't wanna deal with this. Pietro stop being such a douchebag to our new recruit. And Y/n, stop beating people up just because they said something alright?" I pushed past Sam and ran to my room, slamming the door hard. I cried. I cried and cried and cried. I've never cried like this before. Usually it's because I'm in pain, but that's not why. It's betrayal. I feel betrayed. I told Pietro something I never told anyone else but he just threw me under the bus like nothing. Crying was all I remembered until I fell asleep.
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In another Multiverse (Pietro x reader)
AcciónY/n is a regular teenager who lives in the streets of New York. But when an accident changes her life, she wishes she could live In another reality. When her dreams come true, will she be an ally, or an asset? Read the story to find out more. I do n...
