A/N: Warning: CURSING.
My first instinct was to be prepared for a fight so when we got to the main floor, I was a bit surprised to see no one there. This you already knew. "Peter?" I called to him, he was in a different room checking and making sure we hadn't missed anything strange. "Yes?" He replied.
"Where is everyone? I swear on my life there were people here when we left, and Wanda and Pietro should have gotten here..." I stop to check my phone, since the time and the date. "Yeah," I continue, "It's five, and today is.. today is.. oh my gosh, Peter. It's June 2nd." I say as Peter runs into the room, jaw practically touching the floor.
"It's my birthday today" I say, finally realizing that "I'm eighteen years old."
And as if on command, when I say those words, my phone goes off. It's Pietro. "Hello?"
"Did you know that today marks the day you were born, speedy?
"That was my nickname when I was like eight, stop that. But yes. It is."
Pietro laughs
"Wow, you remember that? That's amazing. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that for your birthday, I crafted a brilliant party. But you have to find us all first. So, see ya!"
"Wha-"
And then he hung up.
Dang.
"So it seems people are hi- Peter!" I exclaim, noticing that he too, has now hid.
Dang.
Well, I think, better start finding people. Then I instantly regret thinking what I did, knowing my sister could hear from miles away. I groan, and actually start to put my abilities to good use. I lift the furniture, to look for people hiding under it. When I see no one, I go to a different room.
Pietro's Point of View
I hang up my phone and put it into my pocket, smirking to myself. I run back to the "hiding spot" on the roof, where we all proceeded to decorate for Y/N's party. We all kind of screwed up when it came to the surprise party thing, because she could be reading our minds at any moment. By "all" I mean, Wanda, Nat, Clint, Tony, Bucky, Peter, and me.
It's funny, how we act like we are four or five years older than Y/N, but in reality, we're just a year and a half older than her, so there isn't really much difference in age. I wonder how many actual birthday parties she has had. They didn't exactly treat us the best when we were thirteen.
The thought makes me sick, the torture she went through, that Wanda went through, that I-
Wanda wraps her arms around me and tells me to calm down. It's probably for the best that I do anyway. I look down at my hands, to see my nails digging through them. "Just breathe, okay?" Wanda says, holding my face in her hands. I finally know where Y/N gets her comforting skills.
We keep decorating until Wanda whisper-yells, "She's coming" and we all run to our designated hiding spots. "Hello hello? Anyone her- oh my goodness!" She obviously saw the decorations. Boom, I stupidly think, forgetting that Y/N can hear me. I take this stupid action as an opportunity to try and sneak up behind her. If I'm fast enough.
Y/N's Point of View
The sight is breathtaking with blue and white fairy lights, a homemade theater, which was really a large white sheet with a projector, giant blanket in front of the screen, and there were eight bowls of popcorn lining the sides of the blanket.
It was perfect. And too quiet. "Wai-"
"Boo-" someone said over my shoulder. My first instinct. Was not to fight. But. Was. To. Scream. Loudly.
Anyways, I shrieked and fell over. Like a goat. A flippin goat. Once my brain stopped panicing my eye focused on Pietro, who was dying of laughter. "Holy shit," I muttered. "LANGUAGE, Y/N" I heard Peter fricken Paker yell.
I stood up and punched Pietro in the arm lightly, "You see, since you did that, I vow to make your birthday hell. I love you though," I hugged my brother, and then heard my sister yell, "HEY, I HAD NO PART IN THIS!"
I doubled over in laughed and sped over her, engulfing her in my arms. "Fine, then you have to promise me that you'll help me prank Pietro-" "I CAN STILL FUCKING HE-" "LANGUAGE" Peter and I said in unison. Everyone, except Pietro laughed.
"You know what, Y/N?" Pietro said, with his award-winning smirk on his face. Oh crap. He sped over to me, lifted me up, slung me over his shoulder, and ran in circles around the roof. He used to do this when we were younger. Once he made the mistake of doing it while I was sick.
I clung to his body so I didn't fall. Everybody was a laughing mess.
Yup. It was perfect.
The party started with all the superhero movies that were based off of the Avengers. Some were true and some we just so weird and off the line that it made me feel really bad. I cried. And I dont like crying.
For example, Avengers: Age of Ultron, that movie was pure torture for me to watch. The ending made me and Wanda cry so hard. Pietro had to calm us down and reassure us that he "wasn't going anywhere, my princesses." Even still it was to come back to reality.
The Spider-Man movie was adorable, and it captured Tony's retold story completely, except instead to keep Peter's identity a secret, his name was different, Tommy Telltale, which I hated, but whatever. Peter couldn't stop blushing. I was in the movie as well, but "undiscovered" and as a girl named Michelle. It was weird.
The night ended with Endgame, a movie that had just come out. And let me tell you... Actually, I won't tell you.
Being surrounded by the ones I loved, it was perfect. A perfect ending to my story.
