Worth It

Eleven

Y/N'S POV

I woke up from a nightmare around six am. It was the same one I always had; me and my mother in the car wreck with Tony standing over us with a wad of cash and a champagne flute just watching us bleed out. I got a hold of myself and tried to go back to bed, I failed so I grabbed my phone from the box of my belongings Steve brought. I started scrolling through Instagram and landed on a picture that Peter posted. It was of me, Peter, and Ophelia. I had my arm around Peter and Ophelia was kissing my cheek. I smiled at the memory. I turned on the light and looked around the large room.

I stood up and walked around, it felt too empty. I rummaged around the box of my things and pulled out photographs to hang on the walls. The last thing I pulled out was the drawing of me, mom, and Peter. I smiled and looked around, pleased with myself. I sat back on the bed and just sat there until I saw someone lurking out of the corner of my eye.

"Hello? Is someone there?" A blonde kid-couldn't have been older than 22-stepped out from the corner of the room and I rolled my eyes "am I not allowed to sleep without being watched?"

"You can see me?" The blonde kid asked.

"Uh, yeah? You're making your presence pretty known."

"Are you dead?"

"No, sadly I am incapable of doing that."

"Then how can you see me?"

"Because you're standing right in front of me?"

"You are the only person that can see me."

"Huh, lucky me I guess. How come people can't see you?"

"Because I'm dead."

"That's weird dude, maybe it has something to do with my incapability to be dead? I can't die but I can interact with dead people? That's fun."

"How are you so calm?"

"Trust me dude, talking to dead people is not out of the ordinary for me."

He smiled before sitting next to me in the bed "you have no idea how great this is for me, dead people are so boring. This is the first time I've spoken to a living person in two years."

"How come you hang out here? Did you know the avengers?"

"Yeah, but I mostly stay to watch out for my sister."

"Your sister?"

"Wanda."

"What's your name, mr. Maximoff?

"Pietro. What's yours?"

"(Y/N)." We smiled at each other.

Pietro and I talked to each other for a few hours before someone knocked on my door.

"Hide!"

"You're the only person who can see me."

Oh yeah

I opened the door and saw Steve, he looked sorry "hey."

"Hey."

"Listen I just want to apologize for kidnapping you."

"He kidnapped you?!" I motioned for Pietro to shut up and he just laughed.

"You ok?"

"Yeah, sorry. Just shoeing away a fly. Anyway...I accept your apology. I know that you were just doing what's right. Just don't ever kidnap me again."

He laughed "I won't." He pulled me into a tight hug and I sank into his warm arms.

"Awwwww!" I glared at Pietro and he gave me a smug smile.