Save Me From Myself (Avengers Fic)

Why Do I Have To Lose Everything?

Trigger Warning: Death 

Pietro, Wanda, and I all had a blast in that hotel room. After horror movies, we put on comedies, then, we put on music.

I danced around the hotel room as Wanda ordered more room service on Tony's credit card, Pietro just had a buffet surrounding his bed.

I was pretty sure I heard the staff ask Wanda three times where our parents were.

We pretty much ignored the fighting that was going on outside.

I didn't remember how much time had passed until he walked in, but at that point, the fighting was over.

Steve walked into the room with his Captain America suit still on, dirt covering his face, and blood stains in way too many places.

As soon as he walked in, Wanda stopped the music and I handed her my drink.

"Steve?"

"I'm so sorry."

"What is it?"

"Avery is dead."

I nearly dropped right then and there. Wanda automatically sensed that because she ran up behind me and held me up.

"Her house was caught in the crossfire and was burning when I got there. I tried to run in and save her, but I only found a body."

"Oh my god."

"I'm so sorry."

Suddenly, everything I had been doing with Wanda and Pietro for the past few hours felt spoiled. I felt awful. I was having fun when my best friend was dead. I walked away from Wanda and rubbed my face, feeling the oncoming tears sting my eyes.

I shook my head and turned back to Steve. "She doesn't have any family in New York. Her parents are in Australia. You have to tell them. I-I can't."

He nodded. "I understand."

I tried to write down their names and then their numbers, but my hand was shaking too much. I ended up breaking down over the notepad.

Pietro climbed out of bed and took the pen out of my hand. He pulled the notepad closer to himself.

"What are their names?" He asked.

"Martha and Jonathan Matthews," I told him their numbers and he scribbled it down on the paper then handed the paper to Steve.

"I'm sorry, Sophie," Steve said again, trying to offer any sympathies he could.

I sat down on the bed and pulled myself into a ball.

Wanda climbed onto the bed and wrapped an arm around me.

I wanted to scream.

Why was I losing everything?

Steve walked over to Wanda and whispered something in her ear. She nodded.

"Tell her when she recovers."

Wanda nodded again and Steve left.

I crawled under the sheets and sobbed into the pillow. I went to sleep, hoping that this was some horrible nightmare and I'd wake up tomorrow morning in a bed at Avery's place.

Of course, I had no such luck.

I woke up the next morning and glanced around at my surroundings, hoping to see Avery's room, then cursing quietly and collapsing back onto the pillow.

I probably slept for about three days straight during the week it took me to recover. I just didn't want to face a reality without my best friend.

Wanda and Pietro didn't mind. They were the best throughout all of this. They would wake me up occasionally and bring me food even if I wasn't hungry, which I hardly ever was.