The marvel job ~marvel cast~

Living situations

Tw: suicidal thoughts and hinted sh

Lizzie's pov

Well that pretty much confirms it.

Y/n is not safe with her parents.
On the outside, I have to be strong, and not break down, for y/ns sake. But in the inside, I can't help but feel immense guilt for the poor girl, who I could've saved the day I took her home. But I hadn't, and I now would have to live with that guilt.

I was so caught up in my own head, I hadn't even realised that the small girl in my arms was stirring awake. She tenses up when she feels me beside her, but then relaxes as she takes in her surroundings. "Lizzie, where am I going to go?" She asks after a few moments. I sigh and lie my head against the wall. The truth is I honestly have no idea. I would be lying if I said I hadn't thought about taking the girl home with me for the night, but not only would the police not allow that, but I can barley handle myself, let alone a teenage girl. "I don't know y/n/n" I traced patterns over her sleeves.

Time skip

Y/ns pov

"Have you got everything you need?" Bill asked me as we were leaving my trailer. I didn't have much stuff, and Bills place was pretty big, so I'm sure I'll be ok.

Bill is the only emergency contact in my phone. Well besides Lizzie who insisted I put her number down too after tonight's events. So he was the only person I could think of when the officers asked if I knew anyone to stay with. He answered within the first few rings, and agreed almost immediately. He showed up within the hour, and had to get assessed before he was allowed to take me to his house, which is understandable.

It's now 11pm, and I've fallen asleep twice already. I don't know why saying goodbye to Lizzie was as hard as it was, if I wasn't fired, i'd hopefully be seeing her again for filming, but something about it just felt off.

The drive to Bills house was silent, he tried to make small talk but I was just so mentally drained, and wanted to sleep. He understood and let me be.

we get to his house and he leads me straight to the guest room,I dump my bag of stuff and collapse onto the bed. I had never felt this before. It was a feeling of sadness, guilt, anger, and loneliness. The only person I could think of to help me right now was Lizzie. But I doubt I'll ever see her again, I was convinced I was fired.

But that couldn't be further from the truth.

The next morning, Bill wakes me up and leaves some OJ and toast on a chest of drawers. I thank him, but stay in bed. I don't want to move, I don't want to eat. To be honest, as of right now, I don't think I even want to live. I push those thoughts away as soon as I get them. But, my mind can't help but wonder who would even miss me?

I stay like that for a few hours, until Bill comes back in with a phone to his ear. I look up at him and he extends his arm, passing me the phone. It was Lizzie. She said she tried to get a hold of me, but I wasn't answering. I got the feeling Lizzie was concerned for me, she's never met Bill, and as far as she's aware he's another man in my life who's friends with my father. So I could completely understand why she sounded like she did. She asked if I had eaten, and if I wanted to see her tomorrow, as she's off from work and I don't have to go to school for the next week because social services said I needed a break or something. I completely forgot that I hadn't told Faye or Sam what was going on. So I made a mental note to call them later.

I finish my conversation with Lizzie and agree to see her tomorrow. I give the phone back to Bill and lie back down. I get my phone and turn it back on from silent. I check my emails for any information from work. But there's nothing. I go to sleep for a bit, and the room is filled with the sounds of my air conditioner, and my quiet snores. So you could imagine how startled I was when my phone began ringing full volume. It was a number I recognised from work, so I answer it.

To sum things up, it was Kevin Feige, and he was wondering when I'd like to come in again, he said he could understand if I needed time off and he could have that scheduled. But I was beyond ready to go back, I needed something to take my mind off of life, and being on set was one of a few things that could do that. Plus I could work more hours now that I'm not going to be at school until next week. He was surprised to hear this, but nonetheless grateful, he told me to come in, two days from now.
The conversation got wrapped up, and I put my phone back on charge.

It took me until an hour later for the reality of my life to fully hit me. I had been emotions less for the last 24 hours, and when I really thought about it, it hit me like a truck. I was sat on the bathroom floor, wondering why I couldn't have a normal life, like Faye, or literally anyone.
My mind was racing to fast for me to stop it.
And so I turned to the one thing that was constant in my life. I wasn't proud of what I did, but it all just happened. I walked out of the attached bathroom and grabbed a hoodie, I think it was Bills wife's, I had always been close to her, so I made my way downstairs to see her.