Bea. (an Avengers fanfic)

bad dream

BEA P.O.V

I'm currently hanging on my favourite branch of my favourite willow tree. Its long hanging leaves cast shadow all over the inside, cooling me down occasionally letting in some sunlight. I found this tree after well I can't seem to remember.

Jumping off the branch I use my powers to gracefully set me down. I walk out the shaded tree and I am blasted with sun light. Warmth fills me up. As I walk, I run my hands through the long grass. Feeling the cold wet grass run through my hand softly. As I walk golden pollen flows around me, I flick my hand away and all the pollen disappears over the grass. My purple dress flows around my ankles as I walk through the long grass. Enjoying the piece. It quickly comes to a halt. Fire appear around me. Rocks and scrabble all around as if an explosion have happened. looking around I am outside the base. Well what is left of it. The dam is broken, and puddles seems to be everywhere. A spaceship hovers high in the air. Screams fill the air. I run towards. Hole at the centre of the base. shouts of help. Tony. Steve. Clint. Bruce. Thor. Wanda. Their voices. Suddenly everything turns to darkness. Three voices circle around my head.

"it's ok." Nat's voice. An image flashes around in my head. Her dead on the ground. Purple fog all around her. The image disappears with another voice. "I love you." Vision's voice. I see him all grey his head severally damaged and dead. Then, the image disappears, and I see Tony sitting down. Everyone around him crying. "I am iron man." Again, the image disappears, I find myself on a ship Loki lies at my feat "you will never be a god."

I feel a pit at the bottom of my stomach. "you had a choice and chose wrong. Well done my child." I turn and find a hooded figure.

"who are you."

"death."

Pain erupts inside and I start to scream.

"wake up! WAKE UP!" I jump back as I see Bucky looming over me. I feel tears steam down my face. Steve touches my face and pulls me into a hug. "you're ok. It was just a dream. You are ok." He strokes my hair. I look up at the door and Peter stands there concern all over his face. I smile and Steve walks over from where he was standing, and he sits on the bed and start rubbing my back. After a while I feel myself drift back to sleep. I wake up the next morning at 6, Steve, Bucky and Peter are all lying on my floor sound asleep. Koda curled up next to Bucky. I grab my phone and vintage polaroid camera taking a picture and sticking it up on my wall above my bed. The wall had still tones of room on it but there was still a big cluster of phots of my time here.

I go for a shower. I wash my hair with lilies and snail slime. Natural ingredients that I find in the garden have always been better that the fake stuff. I am allergic to man made products. That's manly why I do make every clothing and food myself. I can feel the hot water burn me. My skin starts to tingle. I stand there for ages. When I come out my skin is tinted red. I dry off and French braid my long hair. I put on a black and red checked, plaid pleated skirt, a white wool long sleeved top and black woolly tights. I put my headphones on and put my phone in my back pocket. I pull the top sleeves over my hands. I pick up my A3 sketch pad and pencil case and I open my door. I slide / walk to the lounge. When I get there, I put my music on blasting it in my ears. Only able to hear the music and nothing around me I relax into my arty mind. I open my sketch book. I start drawing random things like the lamp, the trees outside, my feet on the couch, I stop when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I take off my headphones.

"you good?"

"yeah tony"

"what are you drawing?" Tony says as he pears over my shoulder.

"just random things. Why? Are you busy?"

"I'm actually not. Do you need a modeller?"

"no, I'm good thanks."

"ok. Well I'll just be in my lab if you need me."

"ok."

As the morning grows into the afternoon. People come and go in the lounge. I draw every single one of them. All doing different things. All scattered along the page. I think back to the dream. I did that I need to stop myself. I will end up killing all of them.

"hey Bea."

"oh, hey Peter."

"how long have you been up?"

"I look at my phone and reply with "5 hours, sorry I didn't want to wake you up after the drama last night."

"oh, that was alright." He says trying to act all casual and failing. He picks me up, sits down on the sofa and plants me on top of him. we sit there for a couple more hours until the silence is broken by Peters voice. "Hey Bea."

"yes Peter."

"I love you." He says as his face flushes.

"uhh I love you too." I say.