"I WAS BORN WITH MY HEART ON MY SLEEVE, FIRE IN MY SOUL, AND A MOUTH I CAN'T CONTROL."
In which only one of the Cunningham sisters will make it out alive.
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Iris landed in front of the compound twenty minutes later with only a slight ache in her shoulders.
From what she could see, most of the lights were off the rest of the building blended in with the night sky and dark forest behind it. Iris could hear to rush of the river to her left too.
She walked up to the front door, where she'd walked out three years ago to find a family, and opened it.
It was unlocked, that concerned her a bit, but the inside looked virtually the same. The same kitchen, the same dining room, the same med-bay, the same gym. The only thing different was the number of people inside said rooms.
After walking past the med-bay, Iris found herself faced with several people, more than a half-a-dozen. Only a few she recognized.
Nebula leaned against the wall toward the back, she gave Iris a small nod and an even smaller smile, and Nat did the same, sitting in a chair around the table.
There was the raccoon she'd seen Nebula with when they'd landed, and a man who she vaguely recognized as Rhodey, a close friend of Tony's. She'd seen him on the news once, but he hadn't been wearing the leg braces.
The other three were all men, one significantly- how should she phrase it- larger than the others. He wore sunglasses, held a beer can with two laying on the floor next to him, and slouching in a chair in the corner.
Another looked like he was some part of a gang, with a mohawk and tattoos, and the other seemed to be an ordinary guy, which, surprisingly, was the most offputting thing.
And they were all looking at her.
Iris waved slowly meeting everyone's eyes. "Hey, uh, Tony and Steve back yet?" As if on cue, the distant purr of an expensive-sounding car came from outside.
"Who are you?" The guy with the tattoos and mohawk gave her a scrutinizing look.
"Iris, hi, that's me." She muttered awkwardly while waving to Nat, who rolled her eyes playfully.
"What are you doing here?" That was Rhodey if her memory served well.
Iris grinned. "I personally am going to bed because it is almost midnight and I need sleep." The front door opened, accompanied by the sound of hushed voices and two pairs of footsteps walking in sync.
Iris, taking her cue to leave, gave the group one last wave, and walked up to the stair toward her old room, flicking on the lights as she entered.
When she'd left the compound, she hadn't taken anything with her aside from her phone, the clothes on her back, and the thoughts in her head. Looking back on the decision now, it was probably stupid and wishful. Maybe there was some part of her that hoped her parents were still alive, that she could live with them and fit into the clothes she used to wear that were still in her old room.
