I walk into my room and slam the door, I open my drawers and start shoving pieces of clothing into my bag, I'm packing, confronting the avengers, and then leaving this stupid place.
I glance at the pink sweater I borrowed from Clover. I throw it onto the ground, and it bursts into flames. The door opens and Henry raises an eyebrow as he sees me packing.
"If you tell me you're going back to Clover because she smiled at you and said something sweet, I swear-"
"Tony and Natasha aren't my parents" I interrupt. I hand Henry my phone, I've gone into the email that shows the proof. Henry doesn't say anything for roughly a minute, reading through the information on my phone.
"I'm so sorry, Storm" Henry says quietly, coming over and giving me a hug. "If I were you, I think I'd light them all on fire." I can't bring myself to even fake smile at Henry's remark, I can't believe Tony isn't my dad.
"I have to go, once they find out I know I have no idea what they'll do" I warn Henry, I don't want to end up locked in a cell until I agree to work with the avengers again. I shove more random clothing into my bag, not really caring what I pack. "You can stay if you want, they'll accept you."
"There's no way I'm leaving you again, I don't care where we go or what we do, I just want to be with you" Henry says.
"Thank you" I say softly, Henry is the only person I can count on right now. I know I can trust Peter, but this situation is going to put him in an awkward situation considering how close he is with Tony. My heart sinks as I realise Clover thought Tony didn't know.
"Clover thinks the avengers lied to Tony, she thinks he believes I am his daughter" I tell Henry, a part of me hopes it's true but the other part of me knows that it doesn't matter. Even if he doesn't know, he's about to find out and then all the love he has for me will disappear, it'll be like it never existed. My heart aches, how many more people am I going to lose? I've already lost Scarlett, Clover, Ashton, and Mystique, now I'm going to lose Natasha, Tony, and probably Peter, Ned, and MJ. Maybe I'm destined to be alone. "I need to leave."
"I never unpacked so I'm ready" Henry informs me, he's only been here a few hours so it's not surprising. "Is confronting the avengers a good idea?"
"I need to know" I reply, glancing over at him. "If you want to go, I can meet you." I'm pretty sure I'll be able to break out of here if the avengers try to trap me, but I want to give Henry the option of leaving beforehand if it makes him feel more comfortable.
Henry's green eyes glance at me and then he glances over at my desk, his gaze pausing on a picture of the four of us. Tony was able to hack into my phone's camera and get the pictures on my camera roll for me, so I printed some out.
"I'll come with you if you want, just make sure you're careful, I'm not losing you" Henry replies, I glance at my photos. If something told me a year ago that the four of us would've ended up like this, I would've laughed and not taken it seriously. Ashton and Scarlett shouldn't be dead, they should be here right now.
"I didn't want her to die for me" I tell Henry, a part of my heart cracked that day. Realising Scarlett had shot Mystique instead of me was horrible, I knew Magneto would kill her and I knew Scarlett knew that too.
"She loved you, things got complicated, and she got scared, but she didn't stop loving you, you were still her best friend" Henry says gently, placing his hand on my shoulder. "Just like I didn't stop caring about Ashton when he ran away, and you didn't stop caring about us when you came here."
I close my eyes, I should be able to go to Scarlett with this, we'd talk about how fucked up it was that the avengers did this when they're supposed to be heroes, and we'd figure out what to do next. The two of us could do almost anything together, we never failed our missions.
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Beautiful Ruins
Action"Maybe there was a fleeting moment where I wanted to be a hero and believed I could be one, but the truth is I'm not, I won't ever be. My past does define me, it made me a villain" - Storm. Fifteen-year-old Storm is the daughter of Black Widow and I...
