Y/n Hybrid (fem) x Avengers

Chapter 4

Y/n

Yeah. I apologised to him. He's a kid, he can't have been older than me! Only thing that makes us different is that I have a lot more experience.

"I'm going to my room," I stuttered, before walking towards my room, feeling sick.

"Wait, what about the groceries?" Peter called after me.

"Uhm... I'll sort them out later," I replied, feeling my stomach rumble.

I ignored it and went into my room, closing the door. I stumbled over to the bed, then laid down, curling up. Why was all this so confusing? Why couldn't HYDRA have just stayed out of Hybrid life? My mind flicked through all the memories in the past few years, until I remembered the day we escaped from HYDRA. I remembered the twins. The girl with telekinetic abilities, and her brother who had super speed. What had happened to them? Maybe they could help take down HYDRA? After all, I'd turned on the agent supervising us when we were supposed to be fighting each other. Thoughts, worries and hopes ran through my head, until I eventually screamed into the pillow. It helped, my mind clearing a bit. I uncurled myself a little bit, my eyes drooping shut. A wave of exhaustion took over me as my eyes dropped shut and I fell asleep.

Peter

It was getting late, so after I put the groceries away I decided to cook dinner for us both. Y/n had bought a bag of meatballs, spaghetti and tomato sauce. I presumed she'd planned to cook spaghetti and meatballs at some point, so I hoped I wasn't going to ruin that. Y/n was genuinely very touchy.

I turned off the hob and split what I'd cooked into two bowls. One for Y/n, one for me. I grabbed some cutlery, before taking her dinner to her room. Knocking on the door, I didn't get a reply. I knocked louder again. Still no reply. Panicking internally, I went into her room, and noticed y/n laid on the bed, unmoving. It was only until I got closer that I saw the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. She was asleep. I put the food and cutlery on the beside table, then something caught my eye. Her sleeve had slipped up a little bit, and I saw a scar peeking out. I crouched down next to y/n and pulled up her sleeve tentatively. I stifled a gasp as I saw that her arm had several scars and cuts - old, thankfully. Gently, I shook her awake.

"Hm?" she groaned as she awoke.

"I-I cooked us dinner," I stuttered, trying to hide the fact that I'd seen her scars.

"Thanks, I'll come into the main room to eat it."

"Oh, alright."

"Put the telly on if you want, I'll be there in a minute."

I nodded and stood up, taking her dinner into the main room and placing it on the coffee table to the left of mine. There was one sofa. Okay. Peter, don't panic. Would she care about sharing it to eat? I mean, it's not like... oh god. There's only one bed. I went into an internal panic. Should I run? No, no, she trusted me to live with her. But it's just temporary? But she won't destroy HYDRA before she goes to bed would she? I tried to hide my panic as Y/n came into the room, but her blue eyes looked at me knowingly. As if she could read my mind, she said, "Yes, I know, there's only one bed. I'd suggest sleeping on the sofa, but it's not comfortable for longer than an hour. It's only a rented apartment, I didn't buy any of this furniture."

"Oh, I- uhm- alright..."

I turned the telly on and sat down, watching out of the corner of my eye as Y/n sat down on the other end of the small sofa with her food. She curled her legs up into her chest and balanced the bowl on her knees as she ate. Wow... she's... pretty... What? Peter, no! God no! You're supposed to hate her! I dragged my gaze from her and back to the telly.

Y/n

I won't lie, I noticed Peter staring at me. And for some bizarre reason... I enjoyed it? What? Well, not enjoyed, I just didn't feel uncomfortable. When he stopped staring at me, I discreetly watched him. He quietly ate - thank god. I hated it when people chewed loudly. I felt my claws unsheathe themselves suddenly. Oh crap! Y/n, what's wrong with you? I sheathed my claws again. I had no clue what that was about.

Later that night, I got up to go to the fridge. I got out a bottle of beer.

"You want one?" I called to Peter.

"Wh- how old are you?" he asked.

Laughing, I replied, "Sixteen. Do you want one?"

"Sixteen?! No, I'm also sixteen. Too young," he said.

I shrugged and took the bottle back to the sofa.

"You- aren't drinking it all are you?" he asked.

"Calm down!" I scoffed. "I only have one! I can't afford for it to be getting to my head when I've got an organisation to take down."

Peter nodded slowly.

Peter

So... she drinks. Well, not drinks, but you know. She's drank alcohol. I don't like the idea. Not yet. I watched her slowly sip it until the programme finished. She carefully poured what she had left down the sink. At least she's responsible. Then came the problem... y/n went to her bedroom to go to sleep. I followed awkwardly.

"I could, sleep on the floor?" I suggested.

She shook her head.

"As long as you sleep on the edge, I don't care," she replied, pointing to one side of the bed.

"Ah, thanks..."

"Don't think I like you any better. This isn't exactly the best situation."

I nodded without hesitation.

"O-of course."

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A/n

I think Peter has a crush... Maybe y/n too... Hope you're enjoying the story! :D