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Wakey wakey

*Hadrian's POV*

I woke up with pain all over my body. It took me a while to remember what had happened the previous day. I remembered the inheritance test, discovering my true parents are, the betreyal of Dumbledore and the Weasleys. I remembered the ritual to get rid of all the spells and potions. Dear Merlin... I had removed my glamour in front of the Avengers. In front of my girlfriend. In front of my teenage and baby son. 

They must be disgusted by me. They'll probably come in to tell me that they didn't want me anywhere near them anymore, that they don't want to know anything about me ever again. Wanda will want to break up with me, take custody of Teddy if she can and Peter will want to go back to the orphanage. 

Someone knocked on the door. They're going to tell me to get lost. "Come in," my voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper, my throat hurting like hell. 

"Hey, you've been asleep for quite a while now," Wanda came in with a glass of water in one hand and Teddy in the other arm. She had a soft smile on her face and her hair was tied back in a messy bun. 

"I'm sorry," I mumbled under my breath. She stopped on her tracks, her smile long lost. She left the cup on the bedside table and sat on the bed facing me, Teddy sitting on her lap. Teddy didn't have his usual bright blue hair (or the hair colour of the person holding him), he had a dull grey colour. 

"Why?" she asked. "Why are you sorry? Why did you do all those horrible things to yourself?" she was now holding my hands in hers, Teddy still snuggled up in her lap.

"I'm sorry for you. I'm sorry for the rest of the team, Peter, Teddy. I'm sorry because you're dating me. I can't provide you any type of comfort, amusment, anything that a boyfriend should be able to give you I can't! How am I supposed to protect my family if I can't even protect me from myself?! And this was the only way of letting my emotions out without hurting others. This was the only way that I knew of paying for all my sins that I've ever commited without dragging others into it! I understand if any of you want to leave me here and never hear from me ever again, I really do!" my voice was disappearing, aching more than ever. I tried to make her understand my point, my reasons. But she only looked at me, holding both my hands. She then shook her head slowly, picked up Teddy and left the room.

I knew it. She left me, took Teddy with her too. I was right. But no matter how much I expected that reaction, I still took it very badly. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, my throat was closing up. I couldn't breathe. My chest was moving up and down quickly, trying to get some air in my lungs without any success. I'm not sure how much time I spent like this, but it was enough for some black dots to appear in my vision and to hear a very annoying beep. My hands were grasping the bed sheets in pain, my eyes now closed tightly.

I heard many foot steps hurrying into my room. I opened my eyes to see my room crowded with people. Was it the Avengers? I don't know, the black dots had increased. I felt something warm holding my hands and then placing them on something that moved up and down at a steady beat. 

"I need you to concentrate on matching your breathing to mine, okay?"

The voice sounded young and boyish. It sounded as if he had been crying as his voice sounded a bit weird. Anyway, I still tried to follow his instructions. I found it a bit easier to breathe, the ringing in my ears had stopped and the black dots in my vision had started to disappear. 

"You're doing good. We are going to do one last thing, okay?"

"Y-yes," I whispered.

I saw that it was Peter helping me. Wanda had a hand on his shoulder soothingly while holding Teddy with her other arm. Tony was in a corner of my room, looking at his feet and avoiding looking at anyone while Steve had his arms around him. Everyone else either had an expressionless face or wasn't looking.

*Peter's POV*

"What's five things you can see?" I asked him. After Uncle Ben had died, this happened a lot to me so Aunt May helped me through it. 

"Y-you... Wan-nda... Ted... Be-d... Aven-avengers," he managed to say.

"Very good. Now tell me four things that you can feel," I still had no idea what had made Pa go into such state.

"Be-d... You..." he moved his hand around and placed it on Ma- Wanda's hand," Wan-wanda... C-clothes,"

"You're doing great. Can you tell me three things that you can hear?"

"Your vo-voice... Mine... Cry-ing," his face looked guilty when he said crying, and it stayed like that.

"Nearly done. Two things you can smell."

"Your sha-shampoo... M-my blood," HIS BLOOD?! What the hell?

"And to finish, one thing that you can taste,"

"My blood?" It sounded more as a question than a statement. 

I hugged him tightly without a care in the world. My father was alive, even if he had hidden various things from us, but he was alive and I would do anything to keep him safe.