Way Back Home

Your Turn

Five years.

I had been five years sober.

And now look at me.

Empty bottles litter my kitchen.

I haven't taken my pills either.

I miss her.

I miss all of them.

It's been a week and I haven't left the house. Hell, I've barely left the floor.

I grab my phone.

Twenty seven missed calls, over a hundred messages and fifteen voicemails.

I unlock it and instead of looking at all the missed communication, I open Wattpad. I find the story and read through the latest update.

"What?" I murmur to myself as I follow the words, "she's trying to come here?"

No.

No no no.

I can't let this happen.

I get to my feet, head spinning from the alcohol.

"Shit," I grasp the counter, trying to keep my balance.

I can fix that in a minute.

Wait.

If I go back, I could just fuck everything up more.

She hasn't been able to mess with y/n and Zemo yet though.

Has she?

I go to my contacts and dial the one person that doesn't have a direct effect on the story.

"Milo!" Bucky immediately answers, "where are you? I thought you were coming back with y/n! Are you drunk?"

"Yeah, I'm drunk," I hiccup, "is everyone okay?"

"Is that Milo?" I hear y/n in the background, "let me talk to her."

Shit.

"No!" I shout, "I can't talk to her or Zemo!"

"What?" Y/n comes into the frame, "why not?"

Fuck fuck fuck!

I can feel it. The tingle beneath my skin as my body tries to travel.

Tears fall down my cheek.

No! I'll just fuck everything up again!

My surroundings start to change and people start to appear around me.

"No!"

I stumble back as everything solidifies and I'm standing in the middle of the the avengers tower living room.

"Milo! What's wrong?"

I look to y/n as she stares at me with worry, Timothy in her arms.

"Shit!"

I back away until I hit glass and quickly turn around. Olim stares back at me, a menacing grin on her face, as the night sky creates a perfect reflection.

"Finally," she growls.

"No!"

"Milo, what is that!?" Bucky cries, trying to quickly come to my side.

"Now it your turn to me on this side."

Olim reaches out, hand emerging from the glass, and grabs my arm, pulling me into the reflection.

"No!" I pull back, trying to stay in this reality.

But it's to late.

The reflection consumes me as I'm dragged into a world of dim grey.

Third person POV
The group stares, Bucky completely halted in his steps, as a darker version of Milo comes from the reflection.

Milo bangs on the glass from her side.

"Leave them alone!"

"No," Olim hisses, "they will know what it's like."

She turns to the group, Milo still banging and pleading from the other side.

"Now," Olim grins, "let's start this take over, shall we?"

The tower begins to shake as a storm begins to roll, the buildings outside crumbling and chaos ensues.

Timothy is suddenly taken from y/n, carried by a vampiric Tony as he hands the child to Olim.

"No! Give him back!"

"I don't think I will," Olim mocks, cradling the now crying boy to herself, "you will finally know what it's like to have everything taken from you."

The howl of banshees and sirens can be heard echoing throughout the destruction beyond the tower.

"We'll stop you," Steve says, taking a step closer.

"I don't think you will."

An ax is held to his throat as his own voice rings in his ears. He looks to the window and sees a duplicate of himself standing behind him.

"Leave them alone! Please!"

Milo's sobs fall on deaf ears as she falls to her knees in defeat.

She can do nothing.

She has ruined the worlds she created.

And now she must watch them fall from just beyond the glass prison she made.

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End of book two
666 words on the final chapter
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