teen on set ~ marvel cast

paparazzi again

y/n pov

Lights flashed in my eyes as we exited the hospital. clearly there was a tip to the paparazzi about me being here or something. someone put sunglasses on my face as the boys walked infront of us to clear a path. 

there was so many people trying to ask questions and a bunch of flashing lights . i herd tom holland and chris hemsworth telling people that they know its their job but to back up. when we finally got to the car scar jumped in the drivers seat. Chris evans gently picked me up placing me in the car. 

god it hurt to sit and especially on something harder than a bed. we all piled into the car well the members of the cast that came and started to drive home. 

originally evans was just going to come pick us up but then scar, tom and chris hemsworth wanted to come. i got more and more nervous as we got closer to the house. it was only a 20 minute drive back home and i kept feeling like something was going to happen. 

but i had no idea what was gonna happen as my parents are dead. like they literally cannot get to me anymore. and i dont own a ouji board. so i should be happy...right.

we got to the gate of the property and tried to be let in but it wasnt working. "robert can you open the gate" 

"whats the password" he said in a funny voice. 

"uh ironman" scarlett tried. but it didnt work. we knew this by the massive "EEEERAH" sound robert did. 

"doughnut?" evans questioned next. 

"EEERAH" he sounded again. no one knew so he eventually let us in. 

we drove up the driveway to the house where robert was standing in the doorway. "the answer was schlond poofa you old fossil" he said to the others, giving me a fist bump before walking inside. 

as soon as i got inside i stopped smiling and i barely moved. it had almost been a week since i had been here and the memories came flooding back. i must have zoned out because suddenly everyone was gone and lizzie was crouched down infront of me. 

"do you just want to sit outside for a bit or would you like to go up to your room" she asked softly. 

lizzies pov

she didnt respond. i didnt know why she had zoned out again but i assumed it was because of the memories of her being here last. 

"bubba" i said softly but she still didnt respond. i went to get up so i could take her outside. i figured she didnt really mind where she was. but as i went to walk behind her she reached for my hand. 

"please dont leave me" she whispered. i leant down and kissed the crown of her head. 

"im not going anywhere sweetheart" i told her, making our way outside. i helped her to sit on the couch (that was surprisingly comfortable) and sat down beside her. 

she stared ahead not blinking. i knew she needed to process this so i didnt try to snap her out of it. just made her know i was there if she needed me. 

i sat back in the couch looking out at the backyard. my hand was still really sore and it hurt to move it most of the time but i didnt dare complain about it. i could already see the guilt on y/ns face when she saw it was red the other day she doesnt need to worry about it still hurting. 

i decide to answer all the people i ghosted these last couple of days and there was quite a few messages from my team. i had told them a couple weeks ago to send me any alarming articles about y/n so we could deal with them so ive gotten sent quite a few. "oh fuck" i whispered. 

this is bad, this is really bad. 

a video of y/n has been posted after she was beaten by her parents. half of the internet thinks its this other missing girl called olivia but i know, i know thats y/n. i was sent the same video by her parents. 

i texted my team to make sure y/n stayed out of the spotlight for that but with the support of the articles from y/n in the hospital people are putting two and two together. 

i had been sorting this stuff out for ages i didnt realize y/n was now looking at me. 

"whats wrong" she questioned looking at me with worry. 

"uh theres some articles about you and your parents hun" i told her honestly. i couldnt hide this from her she would just break down later if she knew i lied to her about knowing about this. 

"i really fucking hate the paparazzi" she mumbled more bothered by their invation of privacy then the fact the video was spread. 

"i know sweetheart, they're real assholes" she laughed and i smiled happy to see her smile.

"i love you mama" she whispered leaning into me for a hug. i wrapped my arms around her kidding the crown of her head.

"i love you too sweetheart" 

a/n short and shit :)