Just My Luck (Avengers Fanfic)

My Memory is the Definition of Crap

I leaned back on the couch, enjoying how it made me sink back into the soft foam. The Avengers surrounded me, among them today Tony, Steve, Natasha, Clint, Rhodes, Sam, and Bruce. As soon as I spotted the small bump on Rhodes' forehead, I apologized profusely, but he waved it off with a smile and claimed the whole ordeal had been pretty funny after all. 

Steve had dropped me off by the couch, and I knew what this meeting would entail. 

Questions. Questions I did not have answers for, but they expected me to. 

Crossing my arms, I regarded the others. Everyone else stood, making me the sole one on the couch per order of Bruce. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't intimidated by the Avengers all staring at me as if I had the answers to life.

Tony went right to the point, keeping his eyes level on me. "We don't think you destroyed our property." I could feel everyone's gaze on my face, trying to read my expression which I was so desperately trying to shove away to a place I couldn't reach. 

Despite my best effort, my eyebrows jumped in surprise. "You don't?" 

Natasha explained, listing it on her fingers, "No, because firstly, we couldn't find a motive. Secondly, your injuries tell a different story of the supposed event. And thirdly, Peter trusted you with his secret, which means a lot to us."

Peter did what? He told me a secret. What secret? 

I dug through my mind but found nothing. Ugh, I hated memory loss. 

"Kim." I broke out of my thoughts and shifted my attention to Tony. "We need your help. We need to know what happened that day."

Same here, dude. I wanted to know what happened just as much as you did. 

Guilt crept up my neck as I looked down at my palms. If only I could remember. "I'm sorry. I can't help you."

Clint bit out. "What do you mean, you can't help us? Why? We need to know where Peter and MJ are, and you're the one who saw them last. We have to know what happened to find them!"

"What?" My head snapped up. "What do you mean, I'm the last one who saw them?"

Sam lashed out, making me flinch back, "Don't pretend like you don't know."

My heartbeat quickened. MJ and Peter were... what, kidnapped? Dead? Some of the images from my dream last night surfaced to my mind. Dead? Were they dead? Was it my fault? What had I done?

"Everyone, relax," Steve commanded, making Sam back off. He turned to me. "Kim, we need you to tell us what happened. Please."

They were literally begging, and I couldn't help them.

Useless. 

"I don't know what happened," I told them, wanting to add that I couldn't remember anything, but Sam cut me off before I could. 

He clenched his fists and moved forward. "What do you mean you don't know?" He turned to Steve and Tony. "Why is she even here if she won't help us?"

Before they could say anything, I spoke up, "I don't think you understand. I don't know because-"

Sam interrupted me, again. "This is ridiculous! I can't believe we-"

I bared my teeth, cutting through his words, "Let me finish my damn sentence. I don't know because I don't remember anything. I lost my memory. I don't what happened that day, nor that entire week."

There was a chilling silence in the room. Would they believe me? I supposed I'd found out soon enough. 

Sam looked around and snorted. "Don't tell me you guys actually think she's telling the truth."