The Misfortunate//b.barnes

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"I lie to myself but I never believe me"

-Ponyboy

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"The outsiders, huh?" I heard come from my door. I glanced down at my phone from next to me to see the time. 3:07 am. I glanced back up at the figure at my door. I had taken note that Wanda was the one at my door. "Have you read it?" I asked, scooting over to give her room. "No, but everyone always says I should," She said, sitting down next to me and crossing her arms. "If you're-uh- cold I have a jacket," I said, setting down my book and going to stand up. "No it's fine," She said, grabbing my arm and pulling me back down.

I continued to read while Wanda layed on my shoulder, probably reading over it. I tensed up but soon relaxed into her touch. My eyes glazed over the words in front of me that I had read over a million times. Our breathing went in sync and I soon heard small snores come from Wanda's end of the bed. I smiled lightly and continued to read the words in front of me.

"Hey, have you seen Wanda?" Vision asked as he came into my room, not looking up. "Oh, you have seemed to found her," He said, fidgeting with his fingers. He was currently in his human form, his blonde hair falling slightly over his face. "When she arrises, please send her my way," He said, looking up at me. "Actually, Viz, can I ask you something?" I say, stopping him from leaving. He turned, his grip on the door tightening ever so slightly, it was a slight change that you wouldn't be able to notice unless you were looking for it.

"I think I have feelings for someone who has feelings for someone else," I whispered to him as Wanda shifted in her sleep. "Well, who is it?" He asked, admiring Wanda, and smiling to himself slightly. "I don't wanna say," I said, sadness lining my eyes as I let out a chuckle as to defy what my actual feelings are, a lie.

"Well, I'm of no help as I am just a human creation, but if it serves anything I would say try to distance yourself, if the relationship is meant to be then it will come to be. Try to see him as something other than a significant other and giving each other space," He said, looking down at his lap every so often but also looking at me with his light blue eyes. "Thank you," I said, sending him a smile that masked the disappointment in my eyes.

I layed in my bed a bit longer, looking at Wanda and starting Where The Red Fern Grows. She eventually woke up and looked up at me. Through the morning she had shifted, laying in my lap at one point, going back to my shoulder, and sometimes laying her whole body across mine. "Morning," I said, looking down at my book. "Hungry?" I asked, setting down my book and looking at her. "Yeah, sure," she said, hopping up and sending me a smile. I smiled at her, it slowly faltering.

We walked into the kitchen together and I saw Bucky eating at the bar while Natasha talked to him from over the counter. I also saw Clint at the dining room table with Tony, Rhodey, and Sam. "Clint!" I yelled, grabbing his attention and running to hug him. He turned and engulfed me in his arms, ruffling my hair and finally pulling back.

"I haven't seen you in years!" I exclaimed, hugging him once more, an uncontrollable smile finding its way to my face. "Why are you here?" I said, finally letting go and making myself and Wanda some cereal. "Tony is throwing a party and he said something about needing me for it," He said, sitting back own and sending a glance at Tony.

I poured in the milk in the two bouls and glanced over Bucky and Natasha. Natasha was blushing for some reason and Bucky had a smile plastered on his face. He caught my eye and turned to me, winking. I quickly ignored him and sat down. I continued small banter with the people at the table as I consumed the oats.