Sonder- Sequel To Ashes A Peter Parker Fanfiction

Avenge

Kelsey's POV

Four months. One hundred and twenty-two days. Two thousand, nine hundred and twenty-eight hours.

No matter how you put it, it will always be the same amount of time.

And I'll be the first to admit I'm not okay. I know my excessive dancing and training isn't healthy, but what else do you expect me to do? You can't expect me to glue myself back together and get all the pieces off the floor, not when I've had to do it so many times already.

And recently when I broke Peter was there to help hold my pieces together in a beautiful mosaic, and for every piece I knew I could never get back he gave me a part of himself.

Now I'm doing it on my own, and the weight of my problems is starting to get to me.

The thing is I'm not the only one that's struggling. Tony's still in the hospital, with a pile of ash on his dresser, recovering from his breakdown, and if I was in his position I would've down the same thing. Actually four months ago I kinda did...

My dad and Nat don't talk to anyone, but I guess it's made them closer. I've walked past his room several times in the middle of the night after waking up from a nightmare only to hear them talking. So I guess at least they're getting something out of it .

Thor's in the same boat except he's really unstable. One second he's solemn and stone cold, the next he's sobbing, and then he's yelling and throwing stuff.

We haven't heard from Clint, but based on what we found at the Barton farmhouse it's safe to assume his family was impacted as well.

It's also safe to assume not one family safely made it through this.

I'm currently trudging through the compound still in my sweat pants from last week, and with my hair matted against my head grease and sweat holding it up. I told you it's been four months and I'm still a mess, but you know what? So is the rest of the world.

Buildings are literally falling down around us, trash is starting to take over, and governments are still in an uproar over what do with so many leaders vanishing. So I think I'm allowed to be depressed as well.

"Is that Kelsey Rogers?" I turn a growl growing in my stomach as my tired bloodshot eyes land on Carol Danvers herself. She's still in her suit, her newly cut hair makes her look even more daunting, and of course she's wearing that classic smirk. "I almost thought you were the raccoon," She chuckles.

"Hardy har har, I bqqlpjust haven't showered..."

"In a few weeks?" She asks holding a strand of my hair between her two fingers with a rather disgusted grin. "Kelsey you can't do this to yourself, what happened to that strong determined girl I met my first day here?"

"That girl thought she could fix this, she had hope for some reason..." I sigh and as the days passed that hope slowly started to dwindle. "Well there may not be a way to bring them back, but there's always a way to make things better."

I look up at her quirking my eyebrow slightly confused by her behavior because she's never been one for... Deep pep talks. "What have you done with Carol Danvers?"

"What do you mean?" She asks her face squishing up like she can't believe my accusation. "You sound like my dad, what's going on? Did he and Nat put you up to this because..."

"Actually it was him, Nat, Rhodey, and Tony" she states chuckling when I drop my head in my hands and groan. "I'm fine, and it's not like they're doing much better."

"Look I'm concerned too, and I figured if you wouldn't listen to them I would at least try." She pauses waiting for me to say something, but I don't know what to say because I feel like everything's already been said. "Kels I don't how your dad would feel about this, but you have a story that I think if shared could do a lot of good. Have you ever thought about coming out?"