So It Goes [Marvel]

Chapter Two

Content Warnings For Chapter:  Conversation about a sick family member + conversation about that with said family member. 

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A / N : I've spent so long trying to rewrite this chapter and make myself like it, but I simply cannot, so just know that it's barely read over and rushed as hell because I genuinely could not figure out how to fix it. :')

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She spent the drive over attempting to get her mind off of the paper, but hadn't had any luck.

After parking her car and sending Maeve a text to let her know she was there, she sat back and glanced at the paper once more, giving it a long look. She couldn't figure out why, of all her family ties, this one felt so unreal.

"Good morning!" Maeve sang, swinging the door open, her entrance pulling April out of her thoughts. "You're a lifesaver. Seriously, my car is fucked." She scrambled to get in the car—a mess as usual.

April smiled at her, tucking the paper back into her purse. "What type of energy have I subjected myself to this morning?" She teased.

"Two and a half cups of coffee." Maeve replied, holding up her thermos with a smile.

April shot her a look. "Why have you already had two and a half cups of coffee?"

"I'm avoiding the consequences of my actions last night. Since someone wouldn't come with me to keep me under control." Maeve frowned.

"We are far too old for after-work adventures."

Maeve gasped, fake offended, raising her hand to her chest. "Speak for yourself, Jarvis; I will never get old."

April chuckled, rolling her eyes. "At least one of us had fun."

"Uh oh,"

"It's nothing," April sighed. "Just Cooper... and stuff with Ana this morning."

Raising an eyebrow, Maeve shot a glance April's way. Anything involving Cooper was expected, but anything past that? "Ana?" She questioned, a hint of concern in her voice.

"No, it's-" April said, looking down at her purse and the piece of paper inside. "She's just worried." She continued, her accent, which, due to her family, was entirely one of its own, shifting as she spoke; it always did when she was anxious about something.

"About?"

April sighed. "The usual." It wasn't the first time Ana had brought something like this up. She always worried about what April was going to do when the inevitable happened, but it was the first time it had left her so bothered. Maeve could tell there was more on April's mind, so, after some time, when she didn't continue, Maeve pushed a little more.

"And?" April glared at her for this, but she needed to talk about it; even if she didn't actually want to, she wouldn't have brought it up if she hadn't; Maeve knew this. "Come on, A. Your accent is doing that thing."

This time April laughed a little. It was small, but Maeve was glad to lighten the mood a bit, even if it wasn't her exact intention. "That's all you've got? My accent is 'doing that thing'?"

Maeve smiled at her, rolling her eyes. "Honey, I got three hours of sleep last night. You aren't getting much better. Now what's going on?"

April let out another sigh, her mood changing back to what it had been moments earlier. She couldn't figure out why it was bothering her so much. Sure, she knew why she didn't want to speak to Tony, but she didn't understand why the mere mention of it was causing her to feel the way that it was. "She asked me to get in contact with my uncle. Who may or may not be Tony Stark?" April shared, spitting out the last part faster than she meant to.