Death In My Voice [Severe Editing Era]

Chapter 2

Looking at the city like I already own it
I'm standing on top cause I earned this moment

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I didn't immediately understand what was wrong.

When I pulled off my sleep mask, I was horrified: a wet bed squished from every movement, huge puddles on the floor, and the walls with the ceilings swelled with such amount of moisture.For several minutes I just sat under a wet blanket, realising that I was flooded. Right in my slippers and pyjamas, I ran to my neighbour from above.
You son of a bitch! He got drunk again, apparently, and fell asleep in the bath. Rattling at the door, I screamed curses in German, so that he hurried.

''Wassup?'' very few people can be hated as I hate my neighbour from above. Benedict is a forty-year-old big fool who lives on the money of his parents, who he spends on beer and paying for the Internet. I do not like freeloaders.

''Wassup? Seriously? You flooded me, dummkopf!'' Seeing that he was merely unable to do anything because of the hellish amount of alcohol in the blood, I only rushed into his apartment in search of a bathroom. 

As expected, all the taps are open, and all things are floating.

Well done, man, you've got Venice in your house.

''Today I've got a day off, Benedict!'' I said, poking my finger in his chest. ''And this is a synonym for the word idleness, and you ruined everything for me!''

I collect neighbour's water, swearing loudly and indignantly. All dreams of a peaceful pastime without Stark and his tower crumbled into the dust.

The water almost didn't decrease. Suddenly, the laptop made a strange, utterly unusual sound for him, and Stark's face appeared on the screen. I have long been accustomed to the fact that he hacks my computer and calls when he wants.

''Oops, what do we have here?'' Tony almost sniffed. Behind him came Steve with some kind of a backpack and Wanda with Pietro. "What have you got here?"

''Don't you see? It's Venice!'' I squeeze the next portion of water and continue to drive with a floor cloth, collecting not very invigorating moisture. ''This fat man flooded me again.''

Only Wanda offered her help, which I refused, arguing that "I don't like when others are doing something in my house." I said it, and I'm gonna repeat it: Wanda is so sweet.

''Just throw your rags and pick up dry things. I will send to you people who will tidy up everything.''

''Are you serious? And where should I live?''

"Here, of course," Stark snorted and disconnected.

What is worse? Live under the same roof with the Avengers or clean it all by yourself?

Of course, I love them all a lot, but in this case, I should talk to them every day. I'm a person who sometimes needs loneliness and peace to weigh all the events of the day. But I can also suffer a little and repair all this horror by myself.

Having collected all the surviving and necessary things, I went to the tower of the Avengers with a restless soul. Apparently, the water today is set against me, because it also rained. 

Hiding behind my bag, I barely reached the entrance in a relatively dry form. The elevator jingled as usual, and I went out onto the floor where all the crew members usually lived.

Who was missing was Thor, Natasha, Bruce and Clint.

Benner was gone, and Romanoff was looking for him. Barton took a holiday to have a good time with his family. The Thunderbird returned to Asgard. He is a king after all.

The atmosphere in the room seemed almost homely: Steve was watching TV and putting something in a backpack, Wanda was reading, and Stark was opening a new bottle. Only Pietro wasn't here.

"Welcome in our house!'' Tony raised his glass in greeting and drained it in one gulp.

''Are you planning to get drunk now?'' I put a suitcase nearby, and I sit down on a high bar stool next to Stark. ''Pour me a glass.''

''I don't pour anything to the kids.''

''What? I'm twenty-four!'' I was offended, and then I support my cheek with my hand and immediately shudder with a sudden movement of air.

''Hello, Pietro. You seem to be the only one who hasn't laughed at me today. Or not the only one?''

''Hi Y/N'' he sat next to me and pours himself some juice.

''Hold on, you have a reason today,'' a glass of whiskey from Stark flies to me.

Pepper comes in immediately, and Tony instantly puts the bottle back on the shelf. Judging by the concerned face of the girl and her quick steps towards the Iron Man, all the assumptions were confirmed. I tried to give her a sign to find out if it was true or not. Not responding to the greetings of the team members, Pepper called Tony, and he, frowning in a smile, naively went to her.

''It seems I can pour for myself,'' Pietro looked at me in surprise. I, keeping the intrigue, pulled out a bottle and poured a little bit more, honestly. "I bet ten dollars on Pepper's being pregnant."

"I don't know why such assumptions are made, but it's customary," we shook hands and asked Wanda to break. It was pretty funny to watch Tony's slowly changing face. Waiting as a genius, a billionaire, a playboy and a philanthropist is forced to become a caring daddy.

This feeling is priceless.

Stark came up and, taking my glass, drank it all in one gulp.

''Hey!'' I looked at him offended, but he did not care at all. ''Do you have such a craze to take my glasses and drink from them?''

After a minute, Pepper came up and patted him sympathetically on the shoulder. "Guys, I'll be a father," he poured and drank again.

''Oh, you owe me ten dollars!'' I just shoved Pietro with my elbow. Stark glared at me, and I didn't notice how deadly silence fell in the room. Rogers even asked if he was wrong.

''This is great!'' Steve patted Tony on the shoulder. ''Maybe you will finally become responsible.''

"Basically, this is really good," Stark suddenly started up and grinned full-length. ''I now have whom to pass on to my brilliant genes.''

"And modesty," I added.

''You know,...?'' Rogers will now begin to say something moral. ''In the hospital where I was, there was a maternity ward nearby, and the nurse said that the child was an angel who fell from heaven.

"Yeah, just like Lucifer," Pietro laughed, while the others just glared at me. ''What? Is it better for me to shut up?''

Captain took his backpack and headed for the exit. "Steve, where are you going?"

''There is information, where is Bucky. I need to check it,'' he put on a cap with the logo of 'New York Yankees' and called the elevator. "Good luck, in that case," waving to him, I turned to Stark and asked: "So where will I live, my dear friend?"

"Any room upstairs," and he again began arguing with Pepper about why he shouldn't give the kid an Iron Child costume for the fifth anniversary.

"I can't listen to you," with these words I took my suitcase by the handle and was ready to roll it in the direction of the elevator when Pietro suggested helping.

"Thank you," I just managed to thank him when the guy went upstairs with my suitcase. ''That's what I call a gentleman. Not like you, Tony.''

He just waved his hand vaguely at me, sending me away, and hugged Pepper.