young avengers → infinity war & endgame [p. parker]

THE SOUL WORLD: SEVEN

"I love you, 3000."

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THE SOUL WORLD

BROOKLYN

     "Are you sure you don't want me to go with you?" Valeria hadn't said a word the whole way from the Avengers Compound to Brooklyn, worrying Matt greatly. He didn't expect her to be in a talkative mood but her complete, utter silence scared the vigilante in a way he hadn't felt in so long. The teenager's heartbeat was steady, Valeria either learned very quickly or was a ticking time bomb of emotions ready to go off at any moment. As they stood outside the apartment complex, Murdock could guess that this was that moment that could be just it.

Valeria fixated her eyes on the ground, her hands deep inside her jean pockets, not yet finding the strength inside of her to look up. She hadn't been back at her old home for years, she never found the strength then. But now, she had to, for the sake of the universe.

Shaking her head softly, Valeria quickly glanced to her right to look at Matt. "No, it's okay. I have to do this alone, if not, it won't work." Matt's heart strings were pulled when he felt Valeria managing to give him a weak, but sincere smile. She wanted him to trust her, trust that all his training and her determination to fix the universe would be enough to get her through this.

"Oh my god, you can't even see me smiling— I'm such an idiot—"

Gently placing his hand on top of her head, ruffling her raven hair to assure her it was okay, Matt laughed. "I can feel it, which makes it even better. Now go, I'll be right here waiting." Murdock made sure to add an assuring but soft tone in his words, something to calm Valeria's nerves: so she can know she isn't alone and someone is waiting for her.

Valeria took a deep breath in, walking up the stairs that led to her old apartment home. Number 3000. Their landlord always loved to have big numbers on their apartments, her parents never understood but always found humor in it. Cautiously placing her hand on the door knob, she felt her heart skip several beats at the turning of the door. She noticed through the window that the lights were on, the home was not abandoned.

Pushing open the door, Valeria's once suppressed memories of the decorations of her family home came rushing in. Bonnie Amaya travelled a lot, she'd always bring back something from the country her charity was stationed to decorate their living room. It was her way to prove to her daughter she was always on her mind while she was away. She promised she'd bring me back something from Sokovia if I had stayed, if only I had just stayed.

The girl stopped her thoughts, taking ten seconds to breathe in and out: she was stronger than this.

Walking through the hallways, her eyes couldn't ignore all the photographs that gave the walls life. The photos told the story of Valeria's life up to this point, or at least the life she dreamed of. From baptisms, birthday parties, quinceñera, to junior prom, Valeria brushed her fingertips across every photo frame. A wave of sadness hit her as she realized she was the one who created the scenarios in the photographs, realizing that she still hadn't been able to let go of the weight on her chest of losing her parents.