Way Back Home

What the fuck is that

I laugh at something Helmut said, having to hold my stomach.

"Baby, you can't make me laugh like that," I say through my tears, "it makes me need to pee."

I sit on my bed in an oversized hoodie and underwear, pillows propped up behind me to keep me comfortable.

"How can I not when your laugh is so beautiful?" He grins at me.

"Oh my gods," I grin back as I roll my eyes, "you're so cheesey."

"Only for you," he shifts so that he's laying on his side, head propped up on his arm, "has the witch told you what she has planned?"

"Witch?" My brow furrows in confusion.

"Milo," he chuckles, "she's got all her magic stuff so I call her a witch."

I mean he's not wrong.

"Not yet," I giggle, "she's just basically told me to look forward to Christmas."

"James told me that I'll have to me at their terrorist target tower the night before."

"Terrorist target tower," I laugh, "that's what I'm fucking calling it from now on."

A harsh burn starts across my left thigh, going from the right side to the left side.

"Fuck!"

I drop the phone and hold my thigh, waiting for the burning to simmer to a sting before I flick on the lamp on my bedside table.

There, etched across my thigh, upside from my view;

' "Terrorist target tower," I laugh, "that's what I'm fucking calling it from now on." '

"Darling, what's wrong? What happened?"

I pick my phone back up with shaking hands.

"I don't know," my voice shakes. I angle the phone so that he can see my thigh and the words on it.

"What the fuck is that?" His voice is full of panic.

"I don't know," I angle the camera back at my face, "I'm gonna call Milo, maybe she knows. I'll call you back."

"Okay, hurry," he ends the call before I can.

I quickly dial Milo and impatiently wait for her to answer.

"Come on come on come on, pick up," I whine, looking at my thigh.

"Hello?" She finally answers.

"Milo! Something just fucking happened!" I say hurriedly and getting to my feet to go to the bathroom.

"Did your water break?" She asks sounding more awake now.

"No," I open the medicine cabinet and look for Neosporin, "I'm turning it to face time, you need to see it."

I click the face time button and wait for her to accept, which she does after a minute.

"Sorry had to turn on the light and put on a shirt," she says, pushing back her bed mangled hair.

"It's fine just," I slam the cabinet closed, unable to find the ointment, "just look at this."

I show her my leg and watch as her face is painted over with fear.

"This just happened?" She sets down her phone and I can hear her rusting to put on clothes.

"Yeah, while I was on the phone with Helmut," I go back to my room and start pacing, "Milo, what's going on."

"Just stay there," she picks her phone back up and I hear her keys jingle as she picks them up too, "I'll be there in fifteen. Just stay put and don't do anything. Don't call Zemo, don't eat anything, don't use the bathroom. Just stay there, I'll be there soon. I'll have to force it to my point of view."

"Milo, what are you talking about?"

The burning happens again, but this time on my lower back, making me arch in pain.

"Please just trust me."

The call ends and I'm left with my questions then answers.

Milo's POV
Did it work?

Yes!

I shove my feet into my shoes as I head for my front door, shoulder checking the frame as I exit.

"Son of a-," I hiss as I hold my shoulder and run to my car.

I get in and start the car up, not bothering to buckle up before I tear out of my driveway and down the road.

I'm definitely speeding but I don't give a fuck.

"Gods I hope she listens," I mutter  to myself as I run a red light.

Y/n's POV
I sit down on my bed and wait, leg bouncing as my nerves get the better of me.

Milo's POV
"No! Fuck you, Olim! It's staying on my point of view! You're not gonna hurt her anymore!" I scream as I floor the gas pedal, speeding up more.

I look in my rear view mirror and there she sits, grinning from ear to ear.

"I told you," she mockingly coos, "you can't protect them forever."

"Yes I can!"

I turn left, narrowly missing a stop sign.

"You're gonna have to tell her the truth."

"No! I can keep them all safe and keep that from her!"

I turn again, almost hitting another car.

"So many secrets, Abby," she growls, smile widening.

"Don't fucking call me that!" I grit out, "I'll fucking kill you."

She laughs, a shrill, blood curdling laugh.

"The only way you kill me," she leans forward and I can feel her breath on the back of my neck, her voice drops to a whisper, "is to kill yourself."

"Fuck you!" I finally pull into y/n's apartment parking lot and turn the car off, "I can fix this and get rid of you."

"Good luck," she chuckles as I slam the door closed and look at my reflection, "Abby."

I turn away with a growl of my own and run up to y/n's apartment, quickly letting myself in and going to her room.

"Milo, what's going on?" She stands, taking a few steps towards me, "what's happening?"

I can't tell her the truth.

"It's probably the baby," I quickly concocted, "your body must know it doesn't belong here so it's trying to bring the story to you."

Okay, not entirely a lie.

"So it's just gonna keep doing this to me until I go back?" She asks hysterically.

"I don't know," another lie.

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Your lies and stories will catch up to you
Abby.