Forever

12

"Woah." Tony puts his hand up as Bree steps out of the elevator.

"Put on some clothes." Steve teases.

She stares at them for a moment before side-eyeing Pietro, making him smile with a chuckle. She looks back at the two and turns her whole body to head for the kitchen.

"You just gonna ignore us?" Sam smirks and she does just that.

They smile before watching as she opens the cupboard with the mugs. They all chuckle as she sighs dramatically at the sight of her mug exactly where she again can't reach it.

"You know what?"

She turns around and jumps up on the counter, making them laugh. She smiles while listening to them and grabs what she needs before sitting on the counter to jump down. She waves them off and turns away to start her coffee.

"Oh, and, FYI..." She turns back to them. "I have plenty of even more revealing outfits that are just gonna kill you." She shakes her head with a scrunched up nose. "Suck. My dick." She flips them off and hears a giggle come from the spot on the couch that she can't see, making her smile. "Morgan likes my outfit." She points and Tony shakes his head. "And I'll bet Pietro thinks I look great." She shakes her head with attitude and he chuckles while sitting up.

"You look great." He nods and she grins with a raised brow.

"Those two are all I need, Bitches." She turns around with her middle finger in the air before grabbing her coffee like nothing happened, making them confusedly chuckle.

She smiles a bit while stirring and takes a seat in her usual spot.

"... How revealing are we talking?" Tony squints his eyes and she smiles.

"You'll see."

-

Bree is back on her floor a few hours later and opens the door to her studio just before a sudden gust of wind hits her back. She turns around to see Pietro laid on his back on her couch, making her smile.

"Hi."

"I'm bored."

"Oh, yeah?" She chuckles and he smiles a bit.

"Do you have any songs I can hear?" He sits up.

"I was just about to finish recording one, if you'd like to stick around and listen?"

He doesn't say anything and just stands, making her smile as she steps into the soundproof room with him following behind.

She gives him an extra set of headphones to be able to hear the music with her voice. She sits at her desk with her own pair as he takes the armchair beside it.

"It's not the happiest song, fair warning." She gets it all ready.

"Yeah, well, neither are you so..." He jokes and she fails to hold back her laughs. "I'm sorry." He shakes his head with a smile.

"You're good." She chuckles. "It's true anyway."

"What's it called?" He asks with the same smile.

"Dear God." She presses play and he goes completely silent, making her smile before she begins.

She already has all the lyrics sang, but right now, she's adding the harmony and extra hums and words to check another song off her long list.

-

Dear God, do You hear me when I'm crying? When I doubt that my soul is worth savin'? Thinking "I'm not good enough for you to answer", what the fuck? Don't You love us all the same? I've taken more than my share of pain. Can't you hear me say Your name? Can't you see I've got these...angel wings sewed on to my back with black ribbon, I know you know it hurts my skin. I was just trying to get into Heaven. I've been dying to fit in

Dear God, if I drown myself deep in this holy water, will it wash away my sins?
I thought you could help me make myself a better daughter, but it hasn't happened yet. I've taken more than my share of pain. Can't you hear me your say your name? Can't you see I've got these...angel wings sewed on to my back with black ribbon. I know You know it hurts my skin. I was just tryin' to get into Heaven. I've been dying to fit in
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hmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm (dear God) Mhmm-mmm-mmm, mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm, Mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm (dear God) Mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm. Don't You hear me when I cry?

-

The whole time Bree was recording, Pietro was watching her with a smile behind his fist, but true worry in his mind. To hear her sing what she does and how much emotion he can see in her face and hear in her voice as she closes her eyes to listen to the such meaningful and beautiful words like it's her whole world in just one song.

When it's over, she opens her eyes and nervously looks at him as they take off the headphones to see that smile, making her slowly smiles a bit.

"Was it worth it?" She pulls her lips into her mouth.

"'Was it worth it?'" He rolls his eyes with a grimace and she chuckles. "Yes, it was worth it." He nods surely. "That was amazing." He chuckles.

"Thank you." She shyly looks at the computer screen and he hesitates before sighing.

"But I have to say..." He furrows his brows and she looks back at him. "I hate that you think that you need to feel this way." He shakes his head and she looks down at her hands that play with the strings of her pants. "Why do you think this way?"

"...I, uh..." She swallows before shaking her head with a grin. "I don't know. Can't control my thoughts, they just happen."

"I wish you would think differently of yourself." He takes her hand. "Nobody's telling you to feel like this." He shakes his head and she nods, though she knows so well that that's a lie.

"Right." She looks up at him. "No, I know."

"Good." He nods. "I'm not bored anymore." He grins and she smiles a bit. "Thank you very much. That was beautiful. I'll see you later?" He raises a brow.

"Mhmm." She nods surely.

He speeds out of the room and her smile slowly fades as she stares down at the floor in front of her. Not only is half the world telling her to feel like this and worse, but so is she. And she's right, she can't control it.