Forever

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TW- mentions self-harm

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Bree wakes up the next morning with the same words she read and created in her head ringing through ears. She turns over to find no Pietro beside her.

She slowly sits up and looks at her bedside table to grab her phone, just to see a note instead. She reads the words informing her of the sudden mission the Avengers had been assigned to early that morning.

She sighs leans forward to bury herself in her comforter for a minute before pulling herself up and dragging his pillow with. Friday darkens the windows in the living room, noticing her mood and how she's still a little exhausted and Bree plops herself in the middle of the couch. She squeezes the pillow to her chest and lays her head on it, leaving her mind to wonder freely.

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Pietro and the others are all running around a fairly large Hydra base. He's deep down in it, searching for the object Fury located and sent them for, a gem that generates toxic gases when activated by the sun. Simple and dangerous stuff.

Suddenly, his phone begins to ring in his back pocket. He pulls it out fast and is about to put it back before furrowing his brows at the sight of Bree's name lit across the screen. He instantly gets worried, seeing as she'd never call during a mission unless there was an emergency and she really needed him.

"Baby?" He worriedly calls, hearing her heavy and difficult breathing on the other end. "Baby, what's going on, are you alright?"

"N-No." She sobs. "I'm h-having a panic attack." She stammers.

"Why, what's wrong?" He furrows his brows.

"I don't know." She stutters. "I was just thinking and now I can't stop, I can't breathe." She continues to hyperventilate with clutching her shirt and hitting her chest.

"Yes, you can, you're doing it right now." He coos while punching a Hydra agent in the face. "Just keep going."

"No, no..." She shakes her head as the sobbing gets worse.

"Yes." He nods firmly. "Tell me, what is it that makes you happiest?" He grabs a cool sword and decides to use it with a sideways nod.

"You."

"Aw, I love you too." He sings and she smiles a bit with a small chuckle that's stopped by more sobs. "Okay, what are we doing when I get home? Just me and you."

"Uh..." She thinks with a heavy and broken deep breath. "I want t-to...take a nap." She nods.

"Okay." He chuckles. "We can do that."

"But I want to be watching a movie too."

"So, a movie we've already seen and nap time." He nods. "Sounds good to me." He shrugs and she smiles. "Where? Bed or couch?"

"Bed."

"Ah, even better." He shakes his head. "You big spoon or little?" He smirks and hears her giggle, making him smile.

"Sandwich."

"Oh, you're so smart." He breathes while shaking his head, making her chuckle. "Always pick the best sleeping positions. Oh, Jesus Christ!" He hisses.

"Are you okay?" She quickly asks as the panic almost comes slamming back into her.

"I'm okay, it's alright." He hastily coos. "Nothing's wrong, I'm okay."

"What happened?"

"There's just a lot of spiders in here." He lies with a chuckle and she sighs a relieved smile.