The Avengers: Next Generation

WHEEEEEEEE!!! (30)

SUP COOL PEEPS!?!? Long time no see! A huge shoutout to Fangirl_Nation_Unite and @imwiththem13, and a extra big one to BlueMoonSolstice for the great comments, they were just the best and made my day:) So I'm sorry that this sucks, because the last chapter was pretty intense. Comment what you think, it really makes a difference!!!!

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-Meghan's POV-

June 8th, 7:34PM

FRICK FRICK FRICK FRICK FRICK.

I am basically freaking out up here, and Leo just magically disappears at the wrong moment. I hate heights, and the only thing that would make this worse-

"Banner I swear if killer clowns come after me I am going to Hulk out, and worse than you do," I say aloud incase he's watching this. It's just a 3D room, no big deal. Yeah right.

I look down at what appears to be a hundred foot drop, and I bite my lip in response. I know it's fake, but it looks so real....

I face the wall and take a deep breath. Slowly, I start to inch towards where the window I climbed out of is. I take each step with the fear in going to fall, trying to focus on something else. Why did Leo just shut the window and leave me hanging? What the fiddle sticks is up with that?!?

I stop and stare at the window. "Oh. My. Freakin. Gosh." I say out loud. What if a killer clown grabbed Leo from behind and is waiting for me to climb through the window? That's it, I'm going to freaking die in a stupid 3D room by a stupid clown. I hope they wrote that on my tombstone, 'death by clowns.'

But what if Leo's in trouble, and he needs my help? I start to inch forward and after I pull myself together, I reach the window. I go to open the window, but I stop. The widow feels, hot, as if-

"Oh no..... Ah heck no!"

There won't be any moisture inside the room if there really is a fire on the other side, and if there really is a fire, I'm screwed. Intense heat is very, very, VERY BAD for me. I raised my hand and a blob of water formed above it, and I opened the widow. All I could feel was the heat. I squinted against the light, and I could barley make out Leo sitting in the middle of the room. "Leo!" I called out.

He turned around and the fire died down a little bit. "Meghan!? Meghan I can't see anything!" He cried out.

I am so confused. "What do you mean?" I ask as the fire begins to die down the slightest bit, and I can clearly see Leo siting down with his knees pulled up to his chest.

"I can't stand the dark," he says, and the fire gets brighter. "And my fires not working at all!"

I look at the fire that is consuming this room and realize that he must not know that this room is on fire. I reach out and a small stream of water flows in. The flames start to slowly die down, and after a while all that's left is Leo sitting in the floor and hyperventilating.

I crawl in and approach him slowly. "Leo? What's wrong?" I ask as I get closer, and I see that he's been crying.

He starts to rock back and forth. "I-I hate the dark," he starts. "And the room- the room was so dark..." he looks at me with such sadness it make me want to start crying too.

"Hey," I whisper. "You're okay now," I sit next to him and he wraps his arms around me. I'm not usually one for a hug, but it felt right, and it felt safe. I could feel his tears make a spot on my shirt, but I didn't care. I didn't realize till know how much I really did care about this curly haired boy until now.