Forever

GRAVE

Noticing a significant difference in people's moods can either be really good or really bad. In this case, it seems to be good. The person in question seems to be grinning a fair bit this morning.

"Hey." Pietro places the back of his hand to her forehead. "How're you feeling?" He slides it down to her cheek. "You seem a lot better."

"I am." Bree nods. "It's been two weeks and it's pretty much over. I've still got a bit of a cold, but that's normal." She shrugs. "Bruce said I can hangout with everyone else if I just don't touch anything or anyone."

"That's good." He nods while pushing her hair behind her ear. "Something else is up to, though." He urges and she slowly smiles a bit.

"I just had a good dream." She inches closer and he lays his arm over her shoulders with a growing smile.

"It's been a minute."

"I know." She nods.

"Want to tell me about it?"

"It wasn't anything big." She shrugs while waving it off. "Just me and you..."

"Right..." He trails off for her to continue and she breathes a chuckle.

"We were sitting in some kind of white room." She sighs and hugs her mug to her chest. "It was big and the windows were just big holes in the walls. Grass covered the floor and there was some blue flowers." She lays her head on his shoulder while he grins down at her. "I was wearing my long white dress and you were in the same old stuff you wear everyday." She teases and he chuckles while shaking his head. "I don't really remember what was said, but we were being very touchy. And it was all so peaceful."

"It sounds very nice." He states softly.

"It was." She nods quietly. "Makes me wish it was real."

"I wish some of my dreams with you were real." He lays his cheek on the top of her head. "I can't be sad that they're not."

"No, I know." She nods with slightly furrowed brows. "It's just...I felt so happy...and it was quiet. Just me and you, nothing to get in the way. Like, we just fell off the grid."

"What if we did?" He stares at the wall ahead and she looks at him out of the corner of her eye with a twitch of confused curiosity. "Not anytime soon. Years in the future, we could hide-out somewhere...just me and you." He rubs up and down her bicep.

"You mean it?"

"Every word." He shakes his head and she slowly smiles. "No more hate or rumors that we can see, just a regular family living happy and calm lives."

"Sounds like a dream come true to me." She looks up at him and he turns to her with a tiny smile.

"Me too."

-

As allowed permission, Bree has finally made it back to the common room and is sitting half on top of Pietro's lap, meaning her legs are folded over it while she hugs her thighs to her chest.

"The shit that I can't help, but I feel better when my lips on your mouth, let me keep 'em on your mouth."

"Ew." Tony jokes.

She looks up at him with raised brows while licking her lips before she turns to Pietro with a breathy smile.

"Friday, replay the song." She instructs and she does as told after a few seconds. "It was very rudely interrupted."

"Oh, no, I have to hear it again." He sing lazily while waving his hands before dropping them back to Morgan sitting on the floor in front of him with her toys. "It's the end of the world." He mumbles while Bree grins brightly and lays her head on Pietro's shoulder while he chuckles down at her.

"Yeah, it is." Clint scoffs and she shakes her head. "You losers."

"I just got over Pneumonia, fuck off." She shouts tiredly while nuzzling her head in Pietro's chest. "I could've died, then what would you have said?" She mumbles while they smile humorously.

"I'd take your floor." He smirks and she laughs a bit with her eyes closed.

"You wish." She tilts her head down. "If anybody's getting it besides Pietro, it's Morgan."

"Oh, whatever." He waves her off. "She isn't even old enough to be paying attention right now."

"She's not." Tony shakes his head in confirmation with a small smirk and Bree laughs a bit.

-

Having nodded off a long time ago, Bree's world has gone completely silent to what is happening around her, which really isn't much, but it's something.

"Hey, how's she doing lately?" Tony asks with furrowed brows and Pietro nods. "Is she doing any better?"

"Yeah." He nods surely and quietly. "She's relaxed a lot, but she's still pretty tense around the subject."

"And the rumors?" Nat asks cautiously.

"Thankfully, as far as I've been told, she's past those. They were like a one freakout and done kind of thing." He shakes his head.

"Good." She nods. "We don't need another reason for her to panick."

"She's already got enough." Sam complains and they nod along in agreement.

-

"You kiss my scars, down the center of my left wrist, never knew how much I needed it. I see stars, the good kind, not the kind that I saw when I was three feet under. The reaper got my number. You're my deep end, keep me breathing. I held on with glue. The only thing keeping me out of the grave is you. Here comes a crisis. Cross out my eyelids. Buried alive, it's true, the only thing keeping me out of the grave is you. My dreams are violent, feels like my mind splits. Barely alive, it's true, the only thing keeping out of the grave is you. Everybody else can go to Hell. I don't care what they say, they can shut their fucking mouths, yeah. Oh, they signal show and tell, yeah. The shit that I can't help, but I feel better when my lips on your mouth, let me keep 'em on your mouth 'cause you're my deep end. Keep me breathing. I held on with glue. The only thing keeping me out of the grave is you. Here comes a crisis. Cross out my eyelids. Buried alive, it's true, the only thing keeping me out of the grave is you. My dreams are violent. Feels like my mind splits. Barely alive, it's true, the only thing keeping out of the grave is you. The only thing keeping out of the grave is you. The only thing keeping out of the grave is you."