Forever

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Today, the Avengers have a conference meeting to go to and Bree has decided to come along, just because she's bored of staying at home all the time, unless she's needed somewhere. And she's not needed here, so why not make a surprise appearance. It even got better when went to sit in the back to keep the attention on the people that are supposed to be there, but someone pulled a chair up for her at the end of the table, so she could sit next to Pietro.

She's just been sitting there silent for around ten minutes with her notebook, sketching a few random things while Pietro watches, though he's supposed to have his focus on the cameras and audience. He's seated close to her side with his hand on the back of her chair and the other on her thigh.

She covers her mouth to hide her smile as he whispers to her, out of range of the microphones directly in front of them. The movement knocks the pencil out of her hand and it rolls onto the floor. She quickly looks down as he backs up a bit and places his hand on the corner of the table, so she doesn't hit her head on her way up. He lays his arm over the back of her chair again as she sits back and places the pencil between the pages of her book to close it when she's done.

"Would it be alright to ask Bree a few questions?" A man from the crowd wonders and her head pops up with wide eyes.

"If she's okay with it, go ahead." Steve nods and she smiles nervously at Pietro, making him chuckle.

"I'm okay with it." She nods and the yelling begins before one is able to cut through.

"What has it been like growing up with a hero for a father and now a whole family of hero?" He shakes his head.

"Stressful to worry, but they're a lot of fun to be around." She nods. "Always something interesting going on at home, so I love it."

"Do you think your life is difficult?" A doubting woman from the front asks and she furrows her brows with a tilted head.

"Sorry?"

"Yeah, I..." Pietro starts before he's cut off.

"No, no." She puts her hand up. "Let her talk."

"I'll ask again, do you think your life is difficult?"

"Yes." She nods surely. "Isn't everybodies?"

"Okay, well, what about your rich and materialistic lifestyle makes it difficult for you?" She shakes her head with a smirk.

"Bree." Pietro cautions while leaning back and she looks at him for a moment while the others stay nervously silent in their seats.

"I'm sorry." She shakes her head with a breathy chuckle of disbelief. "I didn't know your house was bombed when you were inside it and seventeen years old." She points and Pietro's brows raise. "I guess being put into a chokehold by the God of Mischief is something everybody goes through." She nods with squinted eyes and she goes to cut in. "Being kidnapped multiple times in your very short lifetime is something so relatable. Being given death threats." She counts on her fingers. "Being called the worst of things for even existing with the people I have in my life. Worrying all day, everyday that my family may never come back, even when they've only gone for a simple walk, the only thing I have anymore." She points to the people she sits with while they all grin to himself and Pietro stares at her with an agape, amazed smirk. "But I'm not a cool and strong hero, like them. I'm just a singer that uses too much autotune, right?" She nods sideways. "Oh, and when my dad first became Iron Man, his 'partner', his 'friend' didn't just take my dad for a two month deadly vacation, he took me too." She points to her chest. "I was almost killed, just because of who my dad is. And this was all to get at Tony Stark, my life didn't matter, if it hurt him." She shakes her head and he sighs. "And when Ultron showed up, I was once again taken from my family." She nods before she takes a deep breath. "And, even better, just this week, only a few days ago, my home was broken into by three men that wanted to kill Pietro, just to get to me, so that they could live out whatever messed up fantasy they had in their head." She circles her hand. "They wanted to take me so bad, they almost killed him and made the most stupid decision of breaking into the Avengers' home, because they thought they'd get away with it." She smiles while shaking her head. "And, I guess, this is mild compared to the difficulties that just slipped out, but, on top of all that, I have grown up with one of the worst mental disorders a person could have. BPD has been scientifically proven to be one of the most painful disorders out there and I know I'm not the only one with it, so to say that, just because I have that, doesn't mean my life is difficult. To say that, means that a possible family member with this same disorder is perfectly fine, but they're not and they never will be, if you continue to brush this off like it's nothing." She waves it off. "Do you understand the dangers of telling someone that they're disorders, their issues, and their traumas don't matter? That could kill someone, I hope you know that?" She nods with raised brows. "Now, I'm done talking to you, because if I keep going, I won't stop and, believe me, I'm willing to keep going for the people that struggle, just like me and the ones that struggle in their own difficult way. But, yeah, I may have gotten lucky, I live with heroes and my father's rich, but I have gone through Hell way too many times to be told that I didn't have a difficult life. Okay? I'm ready to go, are you?" She turns to Pietro and he scoffs a chuckle.

"Hell, yeah, I'm ready to go." He nods as she stands. "You guys..." He stands with raised brows. "You can finish up here, no rush." He leans down to the mic and looks at the girl. "But you have fun with the backlash you're going to get, I can't wait to read it."

Without a moment to waste, Pietro and Bree are gone with the blue and the Avengers all take deep breaths, all of them, and stare in silence for a second.

"Well, you heard him." Tony nods sideways. "Let's continue."

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When Pietro and Bree get back to their living room, he quickly lets her go and backs up a few steps, hoping she won't explode on him like the last time.

"Oh, my God." She throws off her jacket and sets her hands on her hips. "I cannot believe these people anymore, I can't do it." She shrugs with wide eyes. "Why is this so impossible for them to understand that people struggle? Why?"

"You're not crying." He states in slight confusion and she slowly smiles.

"No." She chuckles. "I don't want to." She shrugs and he grins a bit while nodding. "I won't cry, because there's no point." She motions as he pushes his hands in his pockets. "I just find it so hard to understand why they can't understand that my entire family is full of heroes that are willing to sacrifice themselves for humanity and that has an affect on everyone around them, including me." She points to her chest. "Especially after it has physically affected me and all of the world knows about the times I have been kidnapped and almost been blown up and died because of this. I don't get it." She breathes quickly. "It's very easy to understand why I think I have a hard life, but as soon as money is brought into the equation, then I'm a big fat liar."

"Mhmm." He grins at her through his lashes and she squints her eyes at him.

"What is wrong with you, what're you doing?" She calmly shakes her head and he turns away with a chuckle and agape smile.

"I'm sorry, I'm just surprised."

"About what?"

"You're not crying." He steps closer. "You're not lashing out. You're not beating yourself up over nothing. You're actually mad for the right reasons and it's good to see." He states and she takes a deep breath.

"That is so not the point, right now." She whispers with closed eyes.

"I know." He rolls his eyes while grabbing her shoulder to pull her into a hug. "But I can't help focusing on that." He holds that back of her head as she interlocks her fingers around him with a sigh. "Just a proud boyfriend, that's all."

"You're so annoying." She states with a now steady heart and he smiles.

"I know." He mumbles while rubbing up and down her bicep. "It's my job to make you feel better when you're angry, it's what I do." He rubs her back instead and she closes her eyes with a small smiling sigh.

"Okay." She agrees softly and he smiles.

"Okay."