Emily lay in her small bed, staring up at the ceiling. Tears streamed down her face, causing her eyes to swell underneath. She rolled over onto her stomach to dig her face with already smeared makeup into her plush pillow.
Her father walked into the room, the door creaking as he pushed it open. "Em? You alright?" Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America, sat on the edge of his daughter's bed, rubbing her back softly as she sobbed quietly. "Look, I know you really loved your boyfriend, but he left you. You gotta get over him. Your mother broke up with me multiple times before finally marrying me."
Emily looked twisted her neck around to look at her very, very old man. "What point are you trying to tell me?"
"I'm trying to say that even though someone leaves you, there could still be a chance at love. Even if it's with someone else. Trust me, I'm ninety-seven years old. I would know."
She rolled her ocean blue eyes and sighed. She plopped her face back into her pillow and whimpered. "You're not helping." She replied in a muffled voice.
Steve shrugged dramatically. "Well, what do you want me to say?"
"I don't know. Just not that." She managed to giggle for a brief moment.
"Fine, you know, I know some pretty attractive single guys." He laughed, trying to cheer his daughter up.
She perked up with slight interest. "Like who?"
"You can figure that out yourself. You know most of them." He answered, pushing himself to his feet. He combed back his sandy blonde hair with his fingers on his left hand. His periwinkle eyes took one last look at Emily before exiting her small bedroom.
Emma, as she preferred to be called, rolled back to her original position, on her back, gazing at the ceiling. Her crying was finished, but her grieving was not. She still felt sorry for herself, she still regretted everything she did wrong in her now over relationship with her ex-boyfriend.
After laying in her cot for hours, she finally got out to see the rest of the Avengers. The first to greet her were her parents, standing with their arms against each other's backs. Her father was much taller, so his arm rested on her mother's shoulders.
"Hey, Em. How're you?" Her mother asked sincerely. Her green eyes softly stared into Emily's blue ones with a hint of sympathy.
"I'm fine, thanks mom."
"Don't give me that. I was a teenage girl once. I know what 'fine' means. It means anything but fine."
"I swear, I'm okay. Just a bit sad."
"See, Nat? She's alright. Just not completely happy with what's happening at the moment." Cap commented, Natasha shooting him a look of dismay. "What? It's true!"
"Whatever, Steve. You're hopeless. Anyways, would you like to talk about anything? I've been through a break-up before. I know what to do to help get over it." Her mother requested, but Emma refused.
"No, I'll be good on my own. I'll figure it out. You don't have any reason to worry about me." She replied with a fake smile, trying to fool her parents, but neither of them bought it.
Nat was the first to protest. "Oh, please. I know what a fake smile looks like. That, my darling, is one." She walked to her daughter and put a soft hand on her back. "C'mon, let's go talk to the others. They may have some tips."
Em was brought over to the rest of the team with Natasha's hand on her back. She was guided toward Clint and Thor, who were standing together, speaking. "Hey." She muttered, trying not to be noticed. To her dismay, she was.
"Ah, Emily. You've no reason to worry. The sorrow will soon escape from you and your life will be made anew." Thor said proudly, his posture straight.
"Thanks?" She answered, unsure of what exactly she was supposed to say to that.
Clint added on, taking a more modern approach. "What he said. And, he wasn't worth it. If he left you to be with another girl, he wasn't meant for you."
"Okay, that makes more sense to me. Thanks, Barton." She was quite close with all the Avengers, but Clint was one of her closest friends.
She left her mother's side to speak with the eggheads, Tony and Bruce. "Oh! Hey, Em! That guy was a dick." Tony blurted out loudly.
Emily laughed. "That makes me feel better. Thanks, Tony." Tony was the one that always had something to say that either insulted her or made her laugh. When he did insult her, it was actually a funny insult, which he only said when he was frustrated.
"Okay, interesting way to cheer the girl up. My way is to be gentle, unlike you whose is to be straightforward." Bruce chuckled. "That guy wasn't who you should've been wasting your time with. He wasn't exactly trustworthy. I knew there was something wrong with him."
"That's way softer than Tony's, but it worked."
The final people to talk to were Pietro and Wanda Maximoff, the twins. They were her absolute best friends on the team. They were always there for her when she wasn't feeling up to par.
Wanda, the younger one by 12 minutes, was the first to comfort her about her split. "Look, Emily, I know you really love him. But obviously he didn't love you as much. If he would just break up with you that easily to go run off with another person, he wasn't worth all the trouble."
Emily wrapped her arms around Wanda in a tight hug. "Thanks, Wand. It means a lot to me."
"Anytime, Em." She replied with a smile on her face.
"If I may speak..." Pietro cut in, putting one finger in the air.
Emily broke from the hug with Wanda, or the Scarlet Witch, to meet Quicksilver's grey-blue eyes.
"Now that I have your attention, I would like to say that there are multiple guys out there would like to replace that douche, anytime." He joked in his ever-so familiar Sokovian accent.
She gave him a hug as well, thanking him just as she did with his sister. After she pulled out of the embrace, she stayed attached to his eyes, as he did the same with her. He and Wanda were easily her closest friends, and she was absolutely positive they felt the same.
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So, that was my first chapter. I hope you liked it! I wrote this in less than an hour, so it probably sucks. Anyways, I'll bring Vision into this soon. Please vote and review! Thanks!
~Cam
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