Useful (Avengers/Supernatural Crossover Fanfiction)

11

After spending a little over twelve hours at the shelter, I finally started heading home to work at the motel.

I still had my beanie and jacket on, hiding my hair and scars from Sokovia.

George had the cleaning cart beside him in the sign in area. "You really are helping us out Peter, we really are thankful,".

I smiled at him. "I am happy to help wherever I can," I told him quietly.

He pat me on the back, I started rolling the cart to the first room.

I swept, mopped, dusted, and scrubbed everything that needed it. Then I changed the sheets and pillows.

My arms hurt and I was tired. 'Maybe I'll be able to sleep for a while,' I thought.

I brought the cart back to the lobby, putting it in the closet before heading back to my room.

I unlocked the door, quickly locking it after I entered. I made a small groan as I flopped onto the messy bed.

I laid there for a few minutes before I fell asleep.
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I was waken up by something sharp pressed against my back.

I made a discomforted noise/groan and snuggled further into my pillow.

The sharp object was pressed harder into my back, "Get up," now I was awake.

I know I locked my door, and only George and Francine had the keys to my room. Well, I did too, but that was beside the point.

I pushed myself up and turned to see the redhead from earlier, and two men.

One was very tall with long hair.

The other was shorter, but taller than the redhead and had short hair.