Dealing with a giant

Stay with me.

Miguel's Pov:

Y/N hasn't left her room for 3 days. She hasn't spoken a word to me. She actually made it very clear that she doesn't want anything to do with me. I knew this would happen, and it had to happen.

3 days ago

Me and Lyla were left there alone in that room. "WHY DIDN'T SHE LISTEN?!" I threw my hands in the air. "THERE WOULDN'T BE A PROBLEM IF SHE JUST LISTENED!!" I ripped the robot out of the wall that tried scanning me. "We need to go get her before it's too late." I started scrolling through the different Earths on my watch. Lyla then sighed. "Miguel.... we both know there's nothing we can do." Lyla tilted her head down in front of me. I knew she was right, but y/n would never be the same after this...

Y/n's Pov

The portal from the 'Go Home Machine' brought me to the front of Peter's house. "I'm finally home." I whispered to myself. I took in the view and prepared myself. I was hoping Peter or Aunt May would be home, and that they wouldn't be too mad that I ran away.....They were going to kill me- When I stepped up to the door I redjusted my book-bag and took a deep breath, and held my hand up to the door. 'They were either going to be glad I'm home, or I would be grounded for a month' was all I kept thinking. As nervous as I was, I finally knocked on the door, waiting for a response. ....... Nobody answered, so I knocked again, and once more. Maybe they were already with Miguel?

I took off my bag and set it on the porch so I could find the key to the front door. Before I had moved in with Peter, [Back when I use to run away from foster care] he showed me where he kept the spare house key, in case I ran away again, or just wanted to visit. Last time I remembered it was by the side of the house in one of the loose bricks under the window. I lightly nudged all the bricks until I found the loose one, and pulled the key out. I picked my bag up from off the ground and set it on my shoulder. My hand twisted the key in the lock as a click was heard telling me the door was unlocked. The key was placed back where I found it behind the loose brick, and I opened the front door.

...."Oh my god..." I couldn't move. My body tensed up and my stomach tied itself into a knot. The sound of my bag hitting the floor took me out of my trance. The house it.. it was completely trashed. I yelled out for both Peter and Aunt May, yet there was no reply. I kept yelling as I swung every door possible open. Nobody was home. Walls were broken and filled with holes, and splatters of blood on our living room carpet. Right next to our now broken coffee table. My hands grasped my hair in complete disbelief. After what felt like hours I finally got out of my head and ran to my bag.
I searched my bag for my phone, throwing everything else out in hopes that it would be there. The room filled with the sound of dialed buttons and automatic voicemails. 12 times, my call didn't go through, 5 unread messages, and a trashed house. Tears were falling, but not on my face, images were shown and scenarios were acted out, but only in my head. My shaky hands grabbed my phone and I ran out of my house to find the nearest bus.

Narrator:

Miguel was rapidly swinging up the HQ building, his eyes still glowing red from the recent argument. "Lyla alert the teenagers that y/n was with." Lyla was struggling to keep up with how much he was changing position and his rapid movements. "Uh, miles and them?" Lyla pushed up her glasses up. "WHO ELSE?" Miguel snapped, too focused on the events that were going to unfold. Lyla nodded in response and sent an alert to the 4 teens. (lets say Hobie is 19)
When Miguel and his assistant got to the office he alerted Jessica about the Canon Event that was about to take place on earth 616. She got there in a timely fashion swinging into the office as the teens also showed up, and out of breath as they held their chests.

Y/n POV:

The bus ride was exceedingly long, almost an hour. The whole time my leg was bouncing, and my hands were fidgeting with my phone, lightly tossing it from one to another. As the bus approached NYC, there was just complete chaos. Smoke emitting from buildings, fires growing on buildings and trees at the parks. My breathing increased as all the possible scenarios went through my head, hoping Peter wasn't saving the city, like every other time....
"IM TURNING THE BUS AROUND!" The driver wrapped his hands around the wheel as he quickly turned it. I rapidly got up from my seat trying not to fall "I need to get off-" The driver glanced at me too worried about the havoc around us. "Sit back down little girl"  he rolled his eyes still moving the bus. "OPEN. THE. DOOR." I slammed my hand on the dashboard. His foot instantly hit the breaks causing my body to slam into the front of the bus and hit my head. The new scar on my head started bleeding down my face, but the adrenaline running through my body stopped me from noticing. I stumbled as I got up grabbing onto the stair railing and stepped off the bus, It immediately took off as my feet reached the sidewalk.