teen on set ~ marvel cast

hot chocolate calls

not prood read

3rd person pov 

y/n had fallen asleep on the couch watching wandavison so tom put a blanket over her while he stood around the kitchen trying to make this burrito recipe zendaya had sent him. he was wearing the classic kiss the cook apron and had his hair in a ponytail ontop of his head. he claims its to keep it out of his face but everyone thinks he actually likes it. 

y/n started to breath really fast and short breaths and tom got worried and walked over to the couch. she was thrashing around and had a distressed look on her face. 

he was wondering whether you're supposed to wake someone in a nightmare or not wake them up. 

she started crying in her sleep so tom quickly checked the printed schedule on the fridge before calling lizzie cause she was on her break. it rung out before the call stopped. 

why didnt she pick up. 

he tried again but it didnt work. he sighed not knowing what to do but decided to just wake her up. 

"y/n" he gently shook her shoulder "wake up" the touch was all it took for her to shoot up into a seated position. her breathing was rapid and uneven and tears freely ran down her face as she sobbed. 

tom tried to comfort her, but she just scrambled away from his outstretched arms. she started to recognize a panic attack coming but she didn't feel safe here anymore. she needed lizzie. 

y/n was barely getting air in as she pulled at the collar of her shirt and stared ahead. tom tried to talk to her but she couldnt hear anything over her pounding heart in her head. 

she zoned back in and took some deep breaths her throat and head hurting. "are you okay?" holland asked but it was obvious she was not. 

"y-yeah thanks, im gonna go have a shower" she whispered smiling weakly at him before heading straight upstairs. 

y/n pov

i went straight upstairs and locked myself in the bathroom. parts of my nightmare kept flashing  in my mind and i couldnt get it out of my head. 

lizzies lifeless eyes staring at me. it was all my fault. 

i started to run a bath still staring at myself in the mirror. i blinked harshly not knowing how to handle this. 

i want to talk to lizzie i need to talk to her but shes at work. and i cant bother dahlia with my problems right now because her abuela died so thats just yeah. i take off my clothes and get into the bath fully submerging my body in the boiling water. 

but then i start to get flash backs again and fly into a seated position pushing my wet hair from my face and staring at the wall ahead of me. 

i dont know how long i was staring at the wall but i hear people coming home from downstairs. the water was warmish cold now but i was finally relaxing. 

i submerge myself in the water fully again. this time not getting flashbacks and stay under the water just thinking. 

but then theres a loud banging on the door. "Y/N? YOU ALIVE?" scarlett questions from the other side. i dont answer her rubbing my hands across my face. "if you dont answer in 3 im coming in. 3...2..-" 

"im fine scar" i called out just loud enough for her to hear. 

"can you come out then, tom says youve been in there for almost 2 hours" surely not. i look at my hands to find them extremely wrinkly. 

i get up out of the bath kicking the plug on my way and wrap a towel around myself. i squat down in the middle of the bathroom resting my head on my knees and wrapping my arms around my legs. 

i focused on the pressure i was putting on my forehead trying to keep the reoccurring nightmare at bay. but suddenly the bathroom door opened. so much for privacy. 

"sorry, mothers instincts" she said walking over to me. i didnt care too much. i was wrapped in a towel anyway. she gently moved my hair and rubbed my back softly. "what happened in your nightmare" she got straight to the point. 

i didnt answer her and she pulled my head up making me look at her. tears started to well in my eyes and she smiled sadly wiping her thumb over my cheekbone. 

"you get changed and meet me downstairs for hot chocolate" she ordered standing up and leaving the bathroom, closing the door behind her. 

standing up from my spot i throw on a navy shirt of i think bettanys. lizzie had it at her house from when they were filming wandavison. the shirt went down to my knees. 

i finished getting "ready" before walking downstairs. rdj, hemsworth, evans, ruffalo, renner and holland all sat outside eating those burritos. 

"wheres my mum" i said just above a whisper. scarlett turned around obviously not noticing me before. 

"her, seb and mackie were held back but they should be home in 2 hours max" she informed leading me to the other loungeroom down here. it wasnt really a lounge room but not totally an office either. 

i nodded following behind her my socks sliding on the floor. we take a seat opposite eachother and i avoid eyecontact. 

"how was work" i said trying to keep the conversation away from me. 

"not to stressful today, how was your sick day" scarlett said taking a long sip of her hot chocolate. 

"slept through most of it" i admitted looking into my drink as if the marshmallows would tell me what i wanted to know most. she hummed in acknowledgement. 

"this isnt the first time you've had that nightmare is it" scarlett said staring at me as if she knows everything. which she probably does. 

i just shook my head looking out the window. ive had the same dream for the last couple days but i always woke up before it ended. 

before lizzie died.

a/n

nats dead now