Forever

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A few weeks ago, Bree went to Staten Island for an interview and has been avoiding reading any comments or articles that have to do with what she said and what people think about it. Though she's done very good with staying away from all of it, it's crossed her mind nearly everyday since the interview and today is the day that she's finally given up.

She's laying under her comforter in bed and staring at the screen. Just as every time she's ever read anything about her, her mind focuses on the hate and lies, giving her no choice in the matter. The things people will say to and about someone that's just speaking her mind can really crush a kind spirit.

She talks too much. Like, dude, just shut up and answer the question!

She's such a liar, why would she care about any normal person.

She's rich, she doesn't give a fuck about anyone, but herself and her daddy's money.

She can't even sing, why is she so popular? Guess that's what happens when your daddy's rich and famous and can pay for your plastic surgery.

What the hell is she wearing? Lmao. Cover that up, nobody wants to see that.

Bree isn't even pretty, why's she smiling like she is?

She slams her phone down and turns her face into her pillow while folding up as the strong tears break free.

-

"Pietro, code blue." Friday states quickly.

His head pops up with furrowed brows before he's gone with a blur just a second later.

"Friday, what does code blue mean?" Tony tilts his head.

"When Bree is crying, sad, or upset and she needs him, it's a code blue."

"They need a code for that now?" Steve asks.

"It's a good idea." Pepper nods hesitantly.

"She needs it." Peter states.

"And apparently it works." Bucky nods sideways.

"Clearly." Nat nods a bit with a raised brow.

-

Bree is sobbing the same spot as before when Pietro gets in there and he quickly gets to her side.

"Bree." He turns her over. "Bree, what's going on?"

She sits up and hugs his neck and he holds her tight while turning to sit on the bed. He pulls her into his lap with his back against the headboard and she curls into a ball as her hands slide down his chest.

"What happened?"

She grabs her phone and places it in his hand before hiding her face in his chest as he opens it and reads all that she has.

"I just wanna help people." She sobs in his shirt and he sighs in anger with a locked jaw. "I want them to know they're not alone. What's wrong with me, why can't I be sad?"

"No." He shakes his head. "No, don't do that. There is nothing wrong with you, nothing."

"You're lying." She lightly hits his chest with a deep shaky breath.

"N..." He sighs before placing his hand on the back of her head. "No." He softly denies as he lays his cheek on her head.

She turns a bit and places the tip of her thumb between her teeth as she tries to calm down, but really can't. He pulls the blanket up to her shoulder and starts rubbing her back while pushing his fingers in her hair.

"I don't wanna be here anymore." She states in a weak whisper with small cries.

He squeezes his eyes shut as they fill with tears of his own and pulls her closer with his forehead on the top of her head. He starts rocking her back and forth as her cries lessen and her eyes grow heavy with pooled tears.

Eventually, she falls asleep on his chest and he just continues to stare at nothing in fury and holds his love close.