Inseparable ➳ Peter Parker

17 - Moving Day

Most of Mom's things had already been put into storage, so then there were just my things that had to be brought to the tower.

When I arrived, I found Tony waiting for me.

"Hey, kiddo. Ready to see your new room?"

He put an arm around my shoulder and walked down the hall with me while the rest of the workers brought boxes full of my belongings into the lobby.

"Your room will be with everybody else's in the residential section. You already know where everything is mostly, so I'm guessing I won't have to give you the tour."

He led me down the hallway to my room. He opened the door for me and spread his arms out. The room was big with white walls and shiny hardwood floors. Most of the back wall was covered in a big window with black curtains framing it. To my left was a sort of counter/desk/storage thingy lining the wall until it stopped at the left wall. There were two small steps leading up to the bed area, which just had plain sheets on it. To my right was a nice desk that stretched from the back wall around the corner to the right wall with the closet beside it.

I bobbed my head in approval. "It needs some decorating, but other than that, its great."

Tony beamed smugly. "Of course it is. You're stuff is being brought up now, so go ahead and decorate to your hearts content." He left the room, leaving me to turn the room into whatever I want.

***

By the time I had finished putting my stuff away and organizing everything, it was time for supper.

I wasn't exactly thrilled for that. I knew that I should've been happy that I was surrounded by a group of caring people that just wanted to make sure I was okay, but sometimes they were too much.

I made my way down to the kitchen/dining area, smelling the aromas wafting through the air.

In the kitchen, I found Natasha stirring something on the stove, occasionally swatting Sam or Bucky away as they hovered around her. Thor was poking through the fridge, while Dr. Banner scolded him for eating right before dinner. Clint was poking through the cupboards, looking oddly suspicious. Steve seemed to be collecting plates and cups to set the table while Wanda helped Vision grab the forks and knives.

Tony sat at the head of the dining table, legs up on its surface, leaning back with his hands behind his head. 

I could tell everyone had noticed I walked in by the way the air started feeling thick and heavy. I pulled out a chair at the table and sat down as quietly as possible.

Steve, Wanda and Vision made their way over with everything and began making each place setting. Wanda gave me a small smile as she passed by me and Vision gave me a slight nod of his head.

As Steve made his way around the table, he glanced up at me. "So, Camella, how are you settling in?"

I could tell he was just trying to include me in something, but I just wasn't feeling it.

Whatever Natasha had cooking on the stove was done now, so she brought the large, heaping full dish over and set it in the middle of the table.

Everyone else started to gather and sit around the table, and I just got this weird rush through my body, and it felt like I was being suffocated.

I didn't know what was wrong with me. I wasn't usually like this. Yes, I've had my fair share of anxiety and depressing days, and recent events haven't done any help, but I didn't think it should've been like that.

These people want to help you. Stop making such a big fucking deal out of nothing, dipshit.

I shook my head slightly. What the hell? Where did that come from?