"There's something I have to tell you.....I haven't been completely honest with you either."
Y/N, Peter, Ned, and MJ have been best friends since they were 12. But Y/N has been keeping a secret the whole time. When Peter and Y/N finally admit their...
The next day Wanda picked us up from the apartment and I decide to give Peter a tour of the compound since he's never been here before.
"Here's the kitchen." I say as we walk into a medium sized kitchen, just enough for the team.
I walk across the kitchen to the vent over by the fridge and crouch down next to it. I wave Peter over and he follows suit.
He gives me a questioning look. And I start to use my fingers to pry open the vent. It takes a minute but once it opens I stick my hand in as far as I can reach and pull out a gallon ziplock bag. It's full of food.
"Knew it!" I say showing the bag to Peter. "Uncle Clint and I keep bags of food like this in the small parts of the vents all around the compound. For occasions when we need to hide from the team, like when there's an argument going on that we don't want to be a part of. Or just when we pull a prank and need to hide from everyone before they kill us." I laugh.
"Shouldn't the food be bad by now?" Peter asks, cautiously looking at the bag.
"Nah it's fine. This food lasts months. Come on, I bet we'll find something to drink too. There's no food in the fridge or the pantry so this is our last hope unless you want ro starve."
I lead him to the next room. It's the lab. Of course Pete goes full on nerd when he sees all the projects and equipment. But it's really cute so I don't stop him. I had to leave the room while Peter was interested in the new Hulkbuster suit that was under construction because seeing all the tools and projects and papers reminded me of the afternoons I used to spend here with Dad and Uncle Tony. I used to help with the soldering when I was 10, and eventually the programing when I was 13.
Tears started to well up iny eyes as I existed the room and sat by the door frame, knees up against my body with my head in my arms.
About ten seconds later Peter looks behind the door where I'm sitting. He slides down the wall and sits next to me. Them he slowly wraps his arms around me and I lean into his shoulder, tears spilling from my eyes.
Peter didn't even ask questions, he knows I don't want to talk about it. And he respects that.
After a few minutes I calm down and feel better. I stand up and take Peter's hand as I continue with the tour. We turn to the next hallway which has everyone's rooms. We walk down the hall and I tell Peter who the rooms belong to as we pass by them.
"That one with the AC/DC poster is Tony's. The one with the American flag is Steve's of course. Bucky's is the one with the sign that says, 'NO FALCONS ALLOWED' and Sam's is the one that says, 'PISS OFF BARNES'." I say, pointing to each door.
Peter laughs at the signs on Sam's and Bucky's door.
"Why do they hate each other so much?"
"Well.....I actually don't know ...they kinda always have I guess."
We continue down the hall and I point out more doors.
"Wanda's is that one with the Full House poster. Vision's is that empty door, he still hasn't put anything on it for some reason. My dad's room is the one with Einstein on it. My mom's is that one over there with the Nirvana poster. Clint doesn't really live here but he still has a room, which is that one over there with the Hunger Games poster."
We stop in front of a door with a (favorite movie, show or band) poster. "This is my room." I say to Peter as I open the door.
I immediately flop down on the bed, looking up to the ceiling. Peter lays down next to me.
I sigh, "It's good to be home."
I wander around my room, looking at posters, pictures, and other things I haven't seen in months that I thought I'd never miss. I find a stack of CDs on my dresser and pick one up, my favorite band. I pop it into the CD player next to my bed and Peter sits up.
"I love this song!" He exclaims, getting up from the bed.
I hold my hand out to him, asking him to dance. He takes it and we start dancing to the beat of the song. I laugh as he twirls me around.
The song ends and I realize what time it is.
"Damn it!" I say looking at the clock.
"What?"
"It's 10:40! Wanda said to meet her in the training room by 10:30! We gotta go, Parker!" I exclaim.
Peter's eyes widen. I don't think he wants to witness Wanda's wrath because we're late. He grabs my hand and runs down the hallway. I can barely keep pace with him, running was never my strong suit.
We get to the elevator and I ask FRIDAY to take us to the first floor and that it's an emergency.
We get there and as soon as the doors to the elevator start to open, I grab Peter's hand this time and we sprint all the way to the training room.
We get there and open the door, panting, gasping for air.
Wanda is standing in the middle of the room with her arms crossed, givimg us her signature death glare.
"S-sorry we're late W-Wand-" I start.
"Where the hell were you two? You were supposed to be here ten minutes ago." She cuts me off.
"Well you see, Peter's never been here before so I gabe him a tour and we got distracted,.......and uh.....here we are."
Wanda just sighs and shakes her head.
She tells me to get over there, and for Peter to sit on one of the chairs so we can start training.
Author note
Im going to give you the meme first this week.
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So I realized that I've been delaying the inevitable for the past few weeks.
Based on the visions you all know what's coming. And I know that like me, you don't want it to come because then you will have to go through the cause of your PTSD all over again.
I get it, and it's going to be really hard for me to write because I'm going to have to take crying breaks.
