Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

Open the waves (and pour the tears)

Summary: Part two for lost boys never land
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Peter was silent, as tears rolled down his face and Wanda spoke again, this time the concern was laced heavily in her voice, “Peter, tell me what happened? I just want to make sure you are okay.”

Peter scoffed, there was so much anger inside of him and he just needed it out. He wanted to know the truth, did his siblings really love him? Was he just a tagalong because his siblings didn’t have the heart to tell him the ugly truth? 

Peter opened the door quietly, eyes red-rimmed and puffy as he refused to meet his sister’s softening eyes, “Do you really love me, Wanda? Please don’t lie to me.”

Wanda blinked confused, “Of course I love you, why wouldn’t I? I’m your older sister, Peter, you know I would never lie to you, what’s wrong?”

Peter wanted to believe his older sister and just think that he was being overreactive. But the way she shifted on her feet semi-uncomfortably and the way something in his senses screamed off, he knew he couldn’t believe her. 

“You’re lying,” he said quietly. His senses can somewhat feel it, it depends on how close the person is and if the uncomfortable body language is geared to hurt him in some shape or form. He dipped his head down as he sniffled, gaze glued to the floor, “Pietro was right.”

Wanda persisted softening because although she feels what she does, Peter is still her baby brother after all. She’ll always love him, they’re blood after all. A sudden urge to smack Pietro has her gritting her teeth. 

Peter continued softly, “He said that you said that you didn’t love me. He said that he didn’t love him.”

Wanda softened, eyes conflicted with worry and concern, and heartbreak because she truly does love and care for Peter and for him to feel so alone tugged at her heart. She started, needing Peter to know, “Peter, maylesh, Pietro’s wrong. I do love you, and so does he. He gets hotheaded and I’m going to hex him later…”

She’s cut off by Peter inquiring softly, “Hex him because he said the truth?”

Wanda tilted her head with a frown, “Peter, no.”

Peter sniffed, needing to know, “Did you really say that though?”

Wanda bit her lip, unable to lie and owning full consequence of what she was about to say, “Yes, but…”

Peter shook his head as tears spilled silently down his face, “Don’t bother with Pietro and don’t worry about me, I’m going to bed I’m tired.” Despite Wanda’s soft protests he gently shut his bedroom door and crumbled to the floor, worn head buried in his hands as he sobbed. 

He breathed in and out raspily, slowly standing up feeling numb but betrayed and hurt all over. A part of him felt an uncontrollable amount of anger for his siblings secretly hating him, while another part told him to calm down. But he was torn between the two, getting pulled and twisted on both sides. 

At some point, a quiet yet guilt-ridden Pietro’s voice interrupted his panic, “Peter? I am so sorry for what I said before, I shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t have made you feel like that and I should’ve been a better bigger brother to you. I’m so sorry I called you all that awful stuff before, Wanda said that you were crying and I never meant to make you feel like that. Do you want to talk?”

No, Peter wanted to yell. No, I don’t want to talk to you after you practically said that you never loved me. I trusted you and you hurt me. Just leave me alone! 

He reached for his dresser, still silent despite his brother’s attempt of comfort, and pulled out the knife that Natasha had given to him for self-defense purposes and held it to his wrists. Peter’s eyes fluttered shut as he pressed the metal blade to his wrist, opening a thin strip of red dots. He continued holding the blade to his skin and cutting until all the emotions were drained out of him in the form of blood, and he passed out on his bed. 

A/N: It’s not a lot cause I wasn’t really planning on writing a part two so I didn’t really plan this fic out so sorry if this disappointed anyone. Basically what happens is that now peter doesn’t trust his siblings anymore so -)

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