Perfect For Me Book 2

Chapter 2

Y/n's POV

On our plane home, dad looked more...off then usual. Something is defiantly bothering him. And I'm gonna find out what it is.

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As I sit on the opposite chair of the the jet facing my father my mind rushes to roughly six different places. I am trying to get to the bottom of why my dad is looking (or feeling for that matter) so unbelievable sad and confused. Then, my mind rushes to the rest of the team. How their mission was. Why Pietro sounded so solem on the phone. All things swirled around my head.

Also, there is always me just trying my hardest to pay attention to one topic but shortly after I would start staring off into space listening to a song running rapid through my head.

As I continue to keep my thoughts from twisting and turning, I looked back at dad and finally blurted out.

"What's the matter? You have been acting different since I found you after the speech."

He doesn't say a word. He ignores me for a second then refocused on the question at hand.

Slowly, he raises his head from where his hand met his cheek and gave me a look of sadness but tries to mask it with a smile that soon falls. As his gaze meets mine he lets out a sigh.

" Straight to the point, the Avengers need to be stopped. There needs to be a barrier between us and the rest of the world. Innocent peoples lives are at risk every time we step out the door. Something has to be done."

I sit there stunned by the fact that he is saying this. It's not like we are the ones who are putting cities in danger.

"But-"

"No buts Y/n. This is what needs to be done. No one is safe while we are fighting."

I quietly nod my head and look out the jet window.

The clouds perfectly sit over the cities, suburbs, and everything in between and around.

What is happening?!

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As the jet set down next to the compound I look out the window to see Steve walking through the corridor that houses Wanda, Sam, Rhodey, and Natasha.

As the hatch of the jet lowered I rushed out to find Pietro and the rest of the team. As I turned the corner of the compound Steve has previously turned down, I see the door to Wanda's room door shut. I make my way down the hall before I knock softly on her door. A light 'come in' traveled through the door before I entered the room.

As I opened the door I see Pietro, Wanda, and Steve. Somber looks on all three of their faces. Pietro was on the floor, Wanda was sitting on her bed, and Steve was leaning against the wall.

"Hey guys. What did I miss when I was at MIT?" I made my way over to Pietro and sit next to him. He put his arm around me and places a kiss on my forehead.

"Why don't you turn the news back on. You'll find the whole story there." Wanda keeps her eyes on the wall in front of her the whole time.

"Is that what they think happened with little known detail or is that the truth?" This comment made a smile creep onto her face.

"A bit of both." I took her advice and turned on the Tv. The channel was already on the news. The casters voice over the smoking buildings and caution tape. Steve turns the Tv off again and walks over and sits on Wanda's bed.

" Its my fault. Rumlow said Bucky and I'm a sixteen year old kid back in Brooklyn." The cluster of team members all looked to the ground in one swift movement. Quite weird actually. They are all blaming themselves for something they couldn't help.

"Guys, if there is anything I know, I know that you cannot blame yourself if you believe you tried to do the right thing." I look around at the three members around me and they are still not budging.

All the sudden, Vision comes through Wanda's wall ready to give news.

"Vis, we've talked about this." Wanda says looking back at him with shock in her eyes and words.

"Yes but the door was open so I assumed..., Captain Rogers wished to know when Mr. Stark had arrived." As he says this he scans the room. "Well, I guess that you had already known the Starks were back from their journey to MIT. Hello Y/n."

"Hey Vision." I say with a wave.

"Anyway, Mr. Stark has requested your presence in the conference room."

"Why? Whose here?" Steve asks.

"The secretary of state"