Kairosclerosis

Chapter 13

Hi, short chapter, but I'm kinda stuck with everything. please be patient. Not abandoning this story, I swear. 

Random update cause I wanted to end this chapter a little different. 

"You should talk to Tony," Pietro tried reasoning. He'd been trying to get me to talk to my dad for the past two days. I still didn't want to and, with the next few days holding the one day I had been dreading ever since I started getting better, I thought it would just make things harder.

 "I don't feel like it right now." I had used something along those lines as my excuses. 'I'm too tired.' 'I will when I finish.' 'I'm going on a run.' Honestly, Pietro was starting to get frustrated with me for it. I knew that he kept talking, but I tuned him out. I really didn't want to listen to him attempt to convince me to do something I was too stubborn to admit that I actually wanted to do.

"Lola!" Finally, his voice cut through. I looked up from my phone, glaring at him. "Talk to me instead."

"I already have," I mumbled. I looked back at my phone and huffed. Pietro continued pestering me for I don't even know how long. Eventually, I got tired of it. "If I go yell at my dad, will you leave me alone?" I glared at him again.

"Maybe," He answered. That only frustrated me more, but the mere possibility that Pietro would leave me alone was enough to get me off my ass to go yell at Tony for a while.

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"You're insane if you think this isn't a big deal," I shouted. From the moment I walked into his lab, Tony had been acting so nonchalantly. It's as if he didn't care in the slightest that I hadn't spoken to him in days.

"Then put me in the kooky bin," he mumbled. He had barely looked up from whatever the hell he was working on. "I don't see why you would care. You never met them. It's not like I talked about them. I just thought that you assumed they were dead." He shrugged his shoulders and walked over to another screen, swiping and tapping a few things before returning to the previous screen.

"Well maybe I just thought you screwed up that relationship. Just like how you messed ours up!" I stormed out of his lab, without a thought of where I planned on going next. I didn't want to go back to my room and just sit there. Without thinking it out, I walked into the garage and grabbed a random pair of keys off the wall. I unlocked whatever vehicle the keys belonged to. I raced to the speedy looking Ferrari that's lights blinked. Within minutes, the compound was shrinking behind me and was speeding further and further towards God knows where.

Along my drive, I played my old playlist. For the first time in I have no idea how long, I turned on the same playlist that played on repeat during my months of sleepless nights. I mumbled the words to most of the songs that came on. I was angry at myself for hitting the nerve that I did. I was mad at Tony for being such a sucky father. And I was mad at my mind for getting so worked up.

I didn't stop driving for a while. In fact, I started driving at around four that afternoon and didn't stop until almost 11 o'clock that night. I would have kept going, but I was exhausted and starting to realize how far I was getting from home. Once I found a good spot, I pulled over, locked the doors, and fell asleep. I didn't have the capacity to worry about how stupid that was.

I woke up somewhat disoriented, forgetting where I fell asleep. Once I realized where I was, I picked up my phone and checked the notifications. I could hardly count the amount of missed calls and texts I had. Pietro called and texted at least thirty times, Wanda called a few times and sent probably twenty texts, Bucky sent a few texts and called twice, and there were countless texts from everyone else. Everyone else except for my dad. From him, there was only one call and one text. Seeing that made me angry again, but instead of shouting or throwing a fit, I found myself sobbing with my knees to my chest.

After a few moments, I sat up straight, wiped my eyes and took a deep breath in. After a moment, I picked my phone up again and called Pietro. The phone didn't even ring a full time before he answered.

"Lola? Are you okay?" His voice was panicked. "Where are you?"

"I'm fine. I don't know where I am, but I'm fine. I just needed to get away for a minute."

"Lola! You left fifteen hours ago. Hell, I'm still terrified. I couldn't sleep last night! What happened, милая." I'd never heard Pietro sound so stressed. His accent was much thicker than it normally was; almost unintelligible with him talking so fast.

"I'm sorry, Pietro. I think I just blacked out until, like two this morning. I really don't know." At this point, I had curled my knees back into my chest and laid my head in my hands. I was holding back more tears. I really hated when I did this kind of shit.

"Just come home, please. I don't want you to be alone, Lola."

"Can you stay on the phone with me while I drive?" I asked.

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"I've been thinking about something for a few weeks" I was almost home by now, but the whole drive, I'd been devising a way to bring up something important.

"Go on," Pietro said. I could hear him cooking something. 

"What if we moved out?"

"Together?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, maybe it would be fun." I still had no idea why exactly I wanted to move out, but I knew I wanted to do it. 

"I think I just want to be on my own, you know?"

"Lola. Are you sure? I'd love to get a place with you, but are you really sure about that?"

"Mostly, yeah. I hardly talk to anyone at the compound and what do we really do there that we couldn't do in our own apartment?"

"Maybe you should just think about it some more, Lo."

"I have thought about it!" I was only five minutes away from the compound by now and I was turning down the last road. "I'm sorry, we can talk about it more later. I'm just really weird right now, I'm sorry." 

"That's fine, милая. We can talk later and I'll think about it until then."

In some, confusing miracle, I had convinced myself to talk to Tony within a few hours of getting home. He yelled at me, I yelled at him and the argument ended in me saying that I was going to move out as soon as I could and him saying he'd give me the money for it. That solved my conflict for me, making it easier for me to move out within the week. When Pietro saw me packing my things in my room, he got mad. Honestly, I barely understood. He wanted to think about it longer and he didn't want to have to be far away from me.

"What was thinking about it going to do?" I asked angrily. "You said you don't want to be too far from me, right?"

"Yes! I've said so many times, Lola."

"Then, come with me. It's not hard, Pietro." I was already starting to pack my things, despite the fact that I knew it would take a while before I could be able to move in somewhere, I wanted to get the first steps done as soon as possible. I paused for just a moment and looked at him, putting as much emotion in my eyes as I could. "I want you to come with me, and I know you want to come with me. It's gonna be hard to leave Wanda, but, dude. We can always visit. We're just moving into the city. Please come with me."

Dont know if this ending is any better but here

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