Forever

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Pietro makes it back to the common room around two hours later and Wanda immediately pushes herself closer to him, knowing by his demeanor that nothing good could've come from their disappearence.

"What happened?" She places her hand on his arm.

"The hate is just too much for her." He nods while pushing his fingers through his hair. "She broke up with me." He nods and Pepper closes her eyes while taking Tony's hand. "Now, I'm just waiting for her to realize what she's done."

"We should've known that she was gonna do that." Tony sighs.

"What do you mean?" Nat furrows her brows.

"She has a certain disorder. Borderline personality disorder." He starts and Pietro shakes his head while biting the insides of his cheeks. "She tends to lash out and shut out the people she loves when she needs them the most."

"She did it to us when she was fourteen." Pepper adds. "She'd had enough of the bullying from kids at school and all around."

"She trapped herself in her room for days, nearly two weeks before it passed and she apologized and we moved on like it never happened."

"Two weeks?" Pietro nods.

"Yeah." He cautiously nods back and he turns away with a sigh and rubs his mouth.

"She has meds for it, but doesn't like to take them, no matter how hard we try to make her, she won't do it." Pepper shakes her head.

"Are we supposed to act like it didn't happen when it's over?" Peter worriedly asks.

"It's worse when it's talked about." Tony nods. "Best thing to do is to move on after she apologizes."

"Sobs." Pepper corrects and he nods.

Pietro looks at Wanda with a sudden strong fear in his chest and she pulls him down to a tight hug around the neck. He slowly places his hand on her back with a sigh while holding his tears at bay.

-

Dinner time rolls around and Bree hasn't made any appearence, as fully expected.

"Bree." Tony calls over the speakers.

"What?"

"Are you gonna come eat?"

"I have food up here."

"Can you come down anyway?"

"No." Her voice cracks, muffled by her hands over her face.

"Bree, can we talk?" Pietro asks with his head in his hand.

The speakers cut out and he pulls his bottom lip into his mouth while shaking his head.

"Pie-" Tony starts before he's gone. "That's not going to end well."

-

"Bree." Pietro calls when he gets to her kitchen.

She squeezes her eyes shut with a locked jaw, leaning her elbows on the counter.

"Bree, please, I just want to talk." He moves closer.

"Pietro." She warns. "Go away."

"No, Bree." He furrows his brows in a firm, breathy tone. "Listen to me. You need-"

"I don't need to do anything!" She throws her arms with raised brows and wide eyes. "What I need is for you to get the hell out of my face!"

"I'm not leaving!" He steps closer.

"Yes, the fuck you are!" She hits the side of her hand to her palm. "I can't control it, but I fucking broke up with you for a goddamn reason, so leave me the hell alone!" She turns away.

"And what was that again?" He furrows his brows. "People that don't fucking matter talking shit? Why, Bree?!"

"It's because I fucking hate you, Pietro!" She turns back with her arms out and he freezes. "I hate you, I don't even wanna fucking look at you anymore, so you need to leave!"

She storms off to her room and slams the door shut, leaving him standing there in shocked silence. His whole world crushed from two simple sentences.

He looks towards the door with heavy breaths as a tear slips out, hearing the gasps of her sobs against the door. He slowly makes his way over and kneels down to her level.

"Bree." He softly calls and she lifts her head off her knees and lays it back. "I love you." He cries lightly and she squeezes her eyes shut. "I love you so much."

It goes completely quiet out there and she hesitates before slowly standing and turning the doorknob to see the empty room infront of her. She leans her back against the doorframe and pushes her fingers in her hair while sliding down. She starts rocking as her sobbing starts again and she brings her hands to her face before a deafening scream leaves her throat to be muffled by her shaky hands.