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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 2 years

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Frank fathering a little girl,

but shes older now hcs

Reader: older teen female

Type: Headcanons + scenarios (part 5)

Notes: frank and reader interaction is litterally zero its mostly about getting the team together to save Frank.

Warnings: Matt being a bad influence like his dad and letting you take a sip of alcholol, blood Warning, a typical violence.

Dedicated to: @pietromaximoffluvr so they can continue to live out there dreams and @alidafirtup for the coment that made my year

Master list: Marvel | The "Playlist"

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You're ready to kick ass man.

You're all grouped at Matts place, identies all revelied now.

Matt's patching you up, sewing your head closed.

"What's the plan?" Peter asked.

"Im taking Fisk's dick and shoving it so far down his throat that he chokes on it and slitting his throat while he cries for mercy." Y/n spoke, wincing as Matt pulled the skin closed.

"We're not kill anyone." Matt argued, "we take fisk down and we use the law to take him to jail."

"Im taking his head!" Y/n argued, "ow-"

Matt sighed finishing the last stitch and tying it off, cuting the end of the thread.

"There. I'll get you some ibuprofen." Matt spoke standing up, pating her on the shoulder.

Your furious, and no matter what Peter or Matt try to do to stop you from seeing red, you cant help it.

You're forced to rest of the night atleast.

And it hard, plagued with dreams of Frank Dieing, you cant stop death in time from grabbing him.

You wake up maybe every hour or half and hour if you try to sleep during the night

But by the third time you wake up you just stop trying to sleep, your head in matts lap, and your legs in peters lap.

You sit up, head killing you, and it wakes Matt up as you stand up, hoping to get a glass of water.

He follows with a groan of his own bones.

"Can't sleep?" He asked following her footsteps.

Y/n nods to herself, "yeah."

She gets herself a glass of water, eyeballing the bottle of fireball by the sink that he used to clean her wound.

She reaches for it but he grabs it quickly: "Not on my watch."

She sighs, "Not without Orange Juice."

Y/n laughs lightly, Matt going for the fridge.

"You know. My dad." Matt started, opening the fridge, "he use to let me take a sip. Kept my hands steady when stiching him up."

He pulled the orange juice out, she dumping the glass of water as he felt for the glass, "Grab another?"

Y/n did as told, pulling a second glass out as Matt poured the two glasses carefully. Setting them on the counter he opened the bottle of fireball.

"One sip." He ordered, "a little one."

Y/n nodded, being handed the bottle bringing it to her lips,

"Don't- don't you-"

She quickly took a large gulp in one go and he took the bottle from her, "Drink the damn orange juice."

He took his own large gulp, chasing it quickly with orange juice.

"It burns more...". Y/n gaged.

Matt only laughed.

You both spent the rest of your night being poor little orphaned kids.

Sometimes its nice to feel pity from a guy just like you, they just know the type of pity you need.

"God I need a boyfriend." Y/n spoke.

"Me too." Matt spoke sipping his beer.

"You need a boyfriend?" Y/n questioned drinking the soada in hand.

"Fuck I need anyone that will deal with me at this point." Matt sighed head leaning back and against the wall, "you're gonna keep dealin with me atleast?"

"Pfft." Y/n laughed, "I'd be one hell of a boyfriend."

Matt laughed in return, head leaning on her shoulder. Y/n leaning her head on his.

"We fuck ups gotta stay togetger..." Y/n smiled.

"Amen." Matt praised raising a bottle up to the sky, "and hallujeah."

Its nice talking to matt, you kinda see him as the cool cousin, or the werid older brother, that actually gives a shit about your feelings

So you guys contuine to talk through the night, it starts off simple, and it goes deeper and deeper talking Morals, and religion, and Jesus Christ your so deep into your conversation you've drinking 3 cartons of juice and him a 12 pack of beer.

Luckily before sun rise you both fall asleep. Getting some sleep is better than none

Foggy and Karen had to actually welcome themsleves in.

"Holy shit man." Foggy spoke, seeing the both of you passed out against the wall and Peter passed out on the couch.

"Coffee." Karen told walking to the table where she put a box of files down, "We are gonna need lots and lots of coffee."

Foggy followed with his own box, the thud waking Y/n up.

"Mhm. Frank?"

"As honored I am to be even falsey mistaken for that beautiful killer. Im not him." Foggy informed, "so good morning sunshine."

He helps you up and too the table. And soon everyone else wakes up not far behind

Now your all sat at the table having coffee and Peter calls aunt may so now shes over with donuts and your all trying to figure out the plan.

"There's two ways we can go about this." Foggy tells, "We can get legal with it. You know. Take you down to the Precinct. Mahoney would be the detective we trust the most."

"Or i can take Fisks' head myself." Y/n spoke up, "I like you already Nelson."

"That's not whats going to happen." May interferes and Y/n groans in annoyance, "what about the Avengers, hawk eye, iron man. Anyone?"

"No the skovia accords." Y/n told

"Well technically Y/n and I..." Peter spoke, "ya know. In training but still...."

"What about...you know..." y/n jest at.

"Him?" Peter questions.

"I mean atleast he's you know...there."

"But...Him?"

"Yeah him, well them."

"Okay." Foggy spoke up, "who's him? And who's them"

Y/n sighed leaning back and looking at the group infront of her, "...so uh...anyone like Romiana ants?"

You made a few calls: when you had gotten this far deep in this shit no one could tell.

And how they got to you so quickly was even more confusing.

"Everyone. Meet. Scott Lang. Ant Man."

"Wow so are you guys like all super heros or?" Scott asked, "and Barnes is here too."

He raised his gloved hand in response.

"These are two national fugetives." Foggy argued.

Y/n nodded, "Yeah. Yeah they are."

"Well shit. Welcome to the team. Just dont get caught and try not to kill people."

Its an odd team, but everyone has something to bring to the table.

The plans simple enough, but hard enough to assume moves.

Fisk doesn't know about Barnes or Lang so thats an advantage.

All you want is a crack at Fisk, you promise not to kill him.

You'll all hit each of Fisk's crime bosses at once, throw him off, get information out of each one and find where Franks been taken hostage

Afterwards a regroup, with all the information, and it doesn't help that This Nobu guy (that matt failed to mention earlier) that is probally working for fisk is immortal

As you guys gear up, they realize you don't have anything solid, its always whatever tactical gear you can find.

So here we go to Meviln

Hes real sweet to you, gives you some marshmellows and tells you he's sorry about your pops

It takes about a day for him to complete

"And some special touches Desgin choice really." He tells her, "Realize your old man uses spray paint to you know. Do the chest peice."

The armours strong, black in color, the masks solid, a gas mask, reinforced to be bullet proof, painted like a skull.

"What's up with the moons everywhere?" Y/n questioned.

"Got bored. While messuring you. Realized you have alot of imprints from bullets, the moons are where you've gotten shot before." Mevlin spoke, "extra protecting in those places too. Oh your'e boots. Now. Before you tell me there those platform heels, hear me out. Heels are reinforce no actual heel inside see Pretty nice huh? Open this up? Special knives laced with diffrent posions, also. These ones are regular never know huh?"

Damn your impressed.

You pay him even though he says not to its all for Betsy

Aw sweet

Okay time to kick ass.

You're all ready, everyones geared up, you do one last thing.

Buzz all your hair off on the sides, sporting Frank's hairstyle.

You're all in postion, gear on, hearts pumping. You all have ear peices in.

When given the signal you all rush, but still keep yourself super stealthy.

Your having too much...you dont know how to describe it. Fun? Maybe it's just finally letting your anger out, relief perhaps.

When you reach the leader you sure as hell have hell on yoour shoulders

Tied to a chair the man sits spitting up blood.

"Come on. Come on." Y/n sighed, "One simple location. Tell me it. And all this will go away."

"I don't know." He growled out, "and even if I did. They'd kill me."

Y/n nodded, pushing the rolling chair back with her foot, she sighing as she tossed a leg over his own taking a seat, gripping the back of the chair, real close and personal.

"What do you think Im gonna do?" She questioned, her voice deepened by the mask, "You think Ima let you walk out of this either way. Shit. I might. I might not."

She pulled the knife from the seath on her thigh.

"You know....someone in Yara pays heavy price for balls. Its like a trophy for those mother fuckers." Y/n spoke knife dragging down the mans bound chest, "But it's not the same...no...they wanna take it themselves...but man. Takin the balls of a man. A little helpess girl like me. Thats gotta get me some credibility out there. Right?"

He shook as the knife tapped on his thigh.

"So what'll it be?" Y/n questioned.

"Look! Look I don't know Okay-" He begged, his begging cut short by she stabbing him in the upper thigh, too close to his dick apparently as he started spill out information.

Even told her where to find everything in his desk. Y/n took pictures of it all, taking anything that deemed of super importance with her physical as well.

Leaving him bound and stabbed she made her way out.

"You're his avatar. Aren't you?"

Y/n turned her head, "what did you just say to me?"

"He brings justice only after the deed is done- he's a sickly bystander-"

Y/n sighed, pulling out her gun, and aiming it at him, shooting him in his one good thigh as he cried out in pain.

You left with your info, you all meting back at Matts place. Piles of files and photos of files piled up on the table.

You all spent days go through files, Superheros spent there time spelt on the couch, you laying across all of them like a stack of pillows with civilans surronding you

"Mhm..." Matt hummed, the files being read to him after being ran through his computer everyone running on coffee and sweets from Aunt May at this point.

Y/n had the other ear bud her head on Matts lap eyes closed.

"Wait." Y/n spoke, "pause that."

Matt did as told, Y/n sitting up and looking at the file on the computer, "Who's Vanessa?"

The group perched up, "What?" Barnes asked.

"Who's Vanessa." Y/n commented again.

"Coffee!" Lang shot up, files flying off his head sleeping on the floor, "I. Im sorry what?"

"Has anything we read Mentioned a Venessa?" Y/n asked.

"Mhm no..." Peter spoke rubbing his eyes, "why."

"Who use to buy all of fisk's stuff."

"Mhm uh....not him. Not on record...atleast."

"Says here he purchased a large painting, spent so much money on it he had to get it cleared with his bank." Y/n spoke.

"Old bank file?" Scott yawned.

Y/n nodded, "Vanessa...Wonder what she has to do with this. Has her address of work and everything."

"Looks like we're going...what art shopping?" Matt questioned, "Right after some sleep."

"Im not-"

"Try and rest anyways. You're my boyfriend right? Gotta take care of you." Matt joked, "God I wish I asked Jones to help us on this..."

"Im not gonna even ask about that inside joke..." Foggy yawned.

"Good." Y/n followed in yawning.

Everyone falling asleep not long after.

You don't want to sleep, you know what happens if you sleep, so you try to stay awake, and manage too after drinking the whole coffee pot

While up, you kept yourself organizing files, photos, started a wall on Matts wall, taping the bank statement and old check to the wall

And did some googling and Matts laptop wistlist everyone slept.

Karen was the first up,she sitting infront of you as you slid her coffee

"No sleep?" Karen questioned the pot beeping in the background.

"Why would I?" Y/n spoke gettting up and grabbing the pot along with some extra cups pouring her a cup.

She thanked Y/n. Y/n sighing as she leaned back in the chair.

"You wanna talk about it?"

Y/n shook her head no, "Not really."

Everyone wakes up over time. Aunt May went and bought Pancakes with Foggy.

The others join you at the table getting to work.

You have a board now it all taped up on Matts wall.

Another plan sweped out on the table.

And its finally the time to go art hunting 😈

And despite Scotts protest on you being the one to talk to Vanessa, Barnes defends you saying you know how to keep your shit together.

So you guys surround the art gallery, casually leaking in like water in a ceiling crack.

You're dressed the nicest, the most expensive atlesst to catch Vanessa's attention.

Only able to see the back of the woman's head Vanessa could tell this lady had money and taste. Maybe it was the way the woman was dressed, how her hair was done. Or maybe it was the red bottom heels she wore.

"Quiet a beatiful peice is it not?" Vanessa questioned.

"Very much so." Y/n spoke, "Those reds. They're so similar...to....blood."

Vanessa turned her head at the certain comment, "Im sorry-"

The woman was gas masked up, a skull painted heavily over the mask, "shall we talk prices."

There you are with a Masked bucky sitting on a desk in the office she has, Vanessa sat on a chair

"Tell me where I can find Wilson Fisk."

"And why would I tell you that?" She questioned.

Y/n got off the desk angrily, her heels discarded and now bare foot.

"Tell me Vanessa." Y/n spoke, pulling a chair up, "You love Fisk? Hm?"

"I don't see how Wilson Fisk is any of your bussniess." She spoke with a smile.

"He took my dad." Y/n spoke, "that makes everything he does my bussniess."

She kept that shit eating poise grin on her face, "are you going to kill me?"

"Not right now. No." Y/n responded, "But I said right now about a few seconds ago. Now is a diffrent situation."

She smiled, "Are we finsihed here."

Y/n sighed, "yeah. We are-"

Y/n quickly pulled out a pistol, pushing the gun to Vanessa's head, she tensing as she was pushed back in her chair the gun pressed firmly to her head.

"One last chance." Y/n spoke, "Just tell me where Fisk holds his hostages. Anything. His apartment,a back street! A name! Information anything!"

Y/n was begging at this point, desperate her mind spiralling down at this point, lack of sleep and increase of Caffine, dreams that plauged her sleeps, if she got any in the first place.

Vanessa took a large gulp, "I only know one place-"

"Then tell me. Thats all I want."

She told you what she knew, an old underground railroad she had Fisk talk about but that was it.

You turned around, leaving with Bucky infront of you but turned around and shot at Vanessa, just missing her feet

Meanwhile frank?

Yeah Franks getting the shit beat out of him

Tortured, whole 9 yards type deal.

"It seems you little girl does not care about you enough to come and save you." Fisks spoke, sitting infront of a bloody and battered Frank, consiousness fading in and out.

"Go'd..." he spat, blood hitting the floor with a splat, "kid. Kid don't need to come after me..."

"Mr.Castle. Frank. May I call you Frank?" Wilson questioned.

"Fuck off..." Frank murmured.

Fisk smiled, "its not you I want Mr.Frank Castle. It's the girl."

Frank looked up, blood covered face, eyes bloodshot as he glared at the man infront of him, "Touch my little girl and I'll break you're fuckin spine with my boot."

"Some people are willing to pay a heavy price for her Frank." Fisk spoke, Frank coughing as blood painted his already blood covered jeans.

"Stay away." Frank demanded, "stay away from her."

"Sir."

Fisk turned his head, the man coming up to him and whispering something in his ear.

She was coming. Y/n was coming. And she was angry, she was ready to kill without a care, and she had threaten Vanessa.

"Leave us." Fisk spoke the man nodding and leaving they be.

Fisk stood up, and with no explanation, no warning, no anything started to simply beat the shit out of Frank in anger.

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sazc94 · 3 years

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Pietro and Bunny

Here is my second entry for the wonderful @msmarvelwrites 2k Challenge.

This a spin-off from my Bucky fic: The three times Bucky broke your heart. Part 1 linked Here.

It follows the same timeline and explores the relationship of Pietro and Reader (Bunny) More.

Words 4890 ish

Themes. Angst, Suggestions of smut. But mostly lots and lots of fluff. 18+ Because of the smut suggestions.

Part 2. (Part 1)

2015. Pietro and you stayed in touch. Both getting swept away in your busy year. Pietro had gone into Business with Wanda creating a fashion company. His dad was helping to fund the start-up costs, but Pietro was never one to take a handout so worked an extra job, he mostly did courier services. this allowed him to be flexible with his days.

Meaning he was able to pick up supplies and do whatever else it was his sister had him running around the city for. It also helped pay towards the rent of his apartment, his father covering half. One day in the summer when Pietro was rushing around he entered into the Baxter building and literally ran smack into a head of blonde hair.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. This is my fault. I keep getting told I should slow down.” Pietro said bending offering a hand to the woman he had knocked over. “I’m just as much to blame, honestly I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and all though I may be nicknamed The Invisible woman, I need to remember that I’m not actually invisible” replied the blonde brushing herself down.

She was pretty in that conventional way but her piercing blue eyes drew Pietro in. “Pietro”, he said sticking out his hand. “Susan, but you can call me Sue”, she replied shaking his hand.

Pietro and Susan began dating in the autumn. All though you and Pietro still stayed in touch. The contact was dwindling. He also found it incredibly hard not to call you by your old pet name. “Hey sis, Vis”. Pietro said walking into the small office space they rented in downtown NYC. Wanda was hard at work behind her sewing machine.

“So you’re dating Susan Storm,” Vision said. It wasn’t a question but Wanda’s eyes shot up from her machine to look at Pietro with an acquisitional look. This was news to her. She knew you were dating someone but Susan Storm was practically a celebrity with her brain and looks, plus her high profile relationships with Reed Richards and Victor von Doom. Not to mention her dad was a renowned Scientist too.

“How did you know?” Pietro asked grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl in the middle of the space. “Your pictures from last nights date are all over the internet. Someone called Prez Hilton broke the story” Vision said shrugging. Wanda shot Vision a puzzled look, he may be great with technology and smart enough to work with Tony Stuck, but Vision didn’t usually follow much on the internet. “Ah yes, Pepper Potts showed me how to set up google alerts”. Vision said before heading out the door.

2016

Pietro knew you and Bucky had grown closer over recent months, but it still took him by surprise when he heard from you that you had gotten back together. He knew he had no right to be jealous as it had ultimately been his decision to break up, and he was dating the stunning Sue Storm. But it didn’t stop the small seed of jealousy he felt.

What didn’t help matters was that Sue had been working later and later at the Baxter Building, and getting closer with her ex, Reed. Pietro tried to shrug it off but ultimately after almost a year of dating, he could see that Sue’s heart belonged to another, and if he was being honest. Part of his heart still belonged to his Bunny. So, after a night out in NYC Pietro had kissed Sue Storm goodnight for the final time.

Pietro respected you too much to ruin your newfound happiness with Bucky and it seemed like he had finally turned a leaf over. That was until he got a text from your cousin explaining that Bucky had been unable to get the time off for your Grandma’s funeral.

Pietro didn’t even think twice about using his links to his dad to secure a flight out of NYC for the funeral in September. His heart shattered when he saw you at the airport, with tear-stained cheeks, a red nose, and puffy eyes. He didn’t hesitate to pull you into a huge hug.

“Shhh Bunny” – the old pet name slipping out. “It’s okay, I’m here. She was a wonderful woman. She wouldn’t want all these tears” he said releasing you from his grip. It had been two years since you’d last seen each other in person. Other than the brown in your hair having slightly grown out, no doubt due to your mind being on more pressing matters. You looked exactly the same. His Bunny.

After the funeral Pietro planned to catch the first flight out of Miami back to NYC. With the launch of Scarlett Witch fast approaching Pietro didn’t want to leave his sister to deal with all the pressure herself. At least that’s what Pietro told himself was the reasoning. Truthfully it was that he couldn’t bear to be around you and not be with you.

But when your family had insisted on putting him up for the night and feeding him, he couldn’t refuse.

After the wake when your Mum had insisted on Pietro leaving the dishes, he grabbed two beers from the fridge and went looking for you. He found you sat on the private beach your grandma’s house backed on too.

You sat with one of Bucky’s jumpers wrapped around you. It wasn’t cold but still, you felt cold, so you had grabbed his jumper as a source of comfort and warmth. Pietro stopped for a second before swallowing. This wasn’t about him; this wasn’t about Bucky. This was about you and being there for you whilst you waded through this grief. 7

“Hey Y/N. I thought I’d find you here. Your grandma used to tell me about how she found the sea hypnotising” Pietro said sitting down on the sand before offering you one of the beers he had grabbed.

That night Pietro sat with you in solidarity offering you nothing more than friendship and a pillar of support whilst you cried and then laughed, and then cried some more reminiscing about your cherished times with both your now deceased grandparents.

After Pietro returned to NYC, he put the thought of you out of his head, instead, he turned his efforts to focus on the upcoming December launch party. Thanks to their dad’s connections. Wanda’s hard work and a few strategic tweets and IG posts from a hard-working friend who did add campaign work for a living there was a real buzz around Scarlett Witch.

“Hey Brother, I was thinking of asking Y/N to attend the launch and to wear something from the evening collection for the launch, Jane is in town and already said yes, she’s bringing her Boyfriend Thor, I extended two further invitations to them encase Thor’s brother Loki is around. What do you think?” Wanda said throwing herself onto the grey sofa opposite Pietro. They were at Pietro’s apartment as he had the most amount of spare room.

“Excellent idea, she should bring Bucky too,” Pietro said sipping on his coffee. Pietro wanted to remain in your life and after the funeral, your conversations had been a bit more frequent. Most importantly Pietro wanted you to be happy.

Pietro brought a date along to the event; her name was Crystal and they had been on a few dates before. However, they both had an understanding that this was more of a casual thing and that neither of them were looking for a relationship with each other. Crystal had gone off to schmooze with some of the guests when you arrived. Pietro made a mental note to introduce you both later, he was sure you would both get along with your similar senses of humour. Pietro couldn’t take his eyes off you the moment you entered the event. You looked stunning, Wanda had asked for Pietro’s input when choosing the outfits that You, Wanda and Jane were going to wear. Pietro had chosen a silver two-piece skirt and top for Jane, a scarlet red ensemble for his sister and a Black strapless dress, the top was form-fitting made from chiffon fabric, the skirt cut out the front made of black tulle sparkled with the touches of glitter.

Pietro had chosen the ensembles for two reasons, one they were undoubtedly the showstoppers from Wanda’s evening collection and they all complimented each other well. He made a mental note to ensure Peter Parker got a photo of the three of the ladies together before the evening got away from everyone.

“Bunny! I agree absolutely amazing. Bucky, you don’t look too bad yourself” Pietro said kissing you on the cheek. Pietro was wearing a deep blue suit; it made his hair and ice-blue eyes pop. Wanda had insisted on the blue over a grey suit Pietro had originally planned on wearing. Pietro didn’t miss the smile on your face after they had complimented you, it was as big and bright as it had been that final summer. And you've got a smile That can light up this whole town

After photos and ensuring everyone’s, drinks were full, Wanda and Pietro left the small group of old school friends in the private area of the event and made their way around the guests. The press contained fashion bloggers, small fashion magazines, social media influencers and gossip columnist too. Pietro found his way back to Crystal after he’d finished making the rounds. He was on his way to introduce you when he spotted an unfamiliar red head amongst the group.

Thor introduced her as Natasha, Pietro tried not to give away the surprise in his eyes, but he could sense that there was some tension as you avoided making eye contact with both Pietro and Bucky. Pietro kept his nose out of it for the most part, but when the pair of you said your farewells for the evening, he couldn’t help but assure you that he was there if you wanted to talk.

“Was that Natasha Romanoff I saw hanging around Thor and Y/N’s group most of the evening?” Wanda asked when she and Pietro slipped into the back of the waiting car. “Yes it would appear so, did you know she was coming?” He asked loosening his tie. “Vis said Jane had asked to bring a friend along as Loki couldn’t make it, I told him to tell her it was fine as she technically had four invites. I didn’t realise it was going to be her”, Wanda explained, there was an emphasis on her.

Regardless of her brother's relationship status with yourself she genuinely liked you and always would, her loyalties lied with you and as far as Wanda was concerned, she didn’t even want to know Natasha, something about her didn’t sit right with her from the few interactions they’d had over the years.

“Will Crystal meet you at your apartment? I didn’t see her as we were clearing away”, Wanda said changing the subject. “Huh? Oh, no she’s meeting her friends downtown at the Voodoo Lounge, something about a magic night” Pietro said looking out the window as the streets of NYC blurred into one. He couldn’t help but worry about you, you could put on a bright smile and laugh all you liked, but Pietro knew when you were faking.

2017

The launch of Scarlet Witch had gone better than Pietro and Wanda had hoped. When the label opened up to online orders in February, they had sold out of everything in 30 minutes flat. Now they were looking at opening up an in-person store in the lower east side sometime early next year. Pietro was working late one night in the office when Vision turned up.

“Hey Vision, it's good to see you but Wanda’s not here,” Pietro said sitting back down behind his desk. It was late and the numbers had started to dance around the screen but Pietro was determined to get these figures finished before the weekend. It was the least he could do as Wanda had been working flat out, she insisted on sewing as many of the items herself as possible, and when she had hired two seamstresses, Wanda still checked all their work.

“Thank you, Pietro, but I know she is back at our apartment. It is actually you that I came to see” Vision said. James or Vision as everyone called him very rarely looked nervous, yes he sometimes missed social cues but he was never one to act nervous. Pietro sensing this was important saved his spreadsheets and shut down his computer.

“What’s going on Vis?” Pietro asked walking over to the sofa area where vision, stood awkwardly. “Traditionally, this question would be asked to your father, but as your father was not in your lives much until recent years, I felt it better to ask you” Vision babbled on. Pietro had a pretty good where this was going, but this was Visions plan and Pietro wasn’t about to jump the gun, besides if this was going where he thought it was, it was only right to make him suffer ever so slightly.

“Well Vision, I’m all ears. What is it you want to ask?” Pietro asked grinning. “Well you know how much I adore your sister Wanda, and we have been together a good many years now. So I would like to ask your permission for your sister's hand in Marriage” Vision asked. Vision’s heart was pounding so loud and fast he thought that he might collapse. Pietro’s eyes watered, he was happy for his sister and he was of course going to say yes, but he wanted to have a bit of fun first. He quickly stood and turned away from Vision, heading towards the small fridge of the small office kitchen.

“So you want to marry my sister, are you certain about this Vis? Because once that ring is on her finger, there is no backing down, even if you get cold feet.” Pietro remarked. “I assure you Mr Maximoff, I want this with my whole self” Vison responded. Pietro couldn’t continue with the charade anymore. “Of course you have my blessing Vision, I would be honoured to call you brother,” Pietro said handing Vision a beer.

Vision proposed to Wanda that summer on the fourth of July. The three of them attended Tony Stark’s exclusive fourth of July bash at Stark Tower. Vision had a good relationship with Stark and Pepper was a hopeless romantic at heart. Shortly before the fireworks, Vision and Wanda wandered off to a private balcony three floors above the outside decking where everyone else would watch. Tony introduced the display then the three of them slipped out of the crowd as the fireworks got underway.

Tony had his AI software J.A.R.V.I.S set to record the whole thing. As the firework display got underway. Vision got down on one knee and popped the question. Wanda of course squealed and said yes between tears. That’s when Pietro, Pepper and Tony appeared with glasses of champagne and toasted to the happy couple. “Congratulations Sis, also please let me be there when you call Y/N and tell her, I know she is absolutely going to flip her shit when she finds out,” Pietro said kissing his sister on the cheek.

Sure enough, Pietro was right, three days later when Wanda Facetimed you to show of the ring your excited screams were loud enough to be heard all through NYC. “Oh my god. He did it, he finally proposed! I was wondering if he was ever going to pull his finger out and propose. Oh Wands I am so happy for you, you deserve this” you said. Wanda was so elated she missed the small crack in your voice towards the end of the sentence, but Pietro didn’t.

“Here Pietro want’s to say hi. Go on tell her all about how you had known about this since March! I’m going to get ready Visions parent’s got into town today and we’re meeting them for dinner before they see a show tonight,” Wanda passed the phone to Pietro before heading off to her shower. Pietro had come round specifically to hear the call. Pietro waited for the door to close before he turned his attention back to your face on his sister's screen.

“Everything okay Y/N?” Pietro asked. You sighed before letting your hair out of its ponytail, You were avoiding the question. “Yeah, everything’s fine. I’m tired, going out later with Peggy Carter, she’s the girlfriend of Bucky’s teammate, Steve. We’re going to get some lunch and do a bit of shopping, Steve’s working on some projects and Bucky said he’s running some extra training drills at the stadium. Not that he needs to the season doesn’t start for another two months, oh I’m sorry. I’m wittering on, how are you? Had any good dates recently?” you asked forcing your voice to be light and carefree.

Pietro knew what you were doing but it wasn’t his place to call you out on lying. “Naa, not really. None that would ever go anywhere” Pietro said. The two of you stayed on facetime for a few more short minutes before Pietro reluctantly advised he had to get going to the office.

September 2017

“So Y/N I have a very important question, will you be one of my Bridesmaids?” Wanda asked. Pietro walked into Wanda’s office just in time to hear you scream your response. “OH MY GOD, ARE YOU KIDDING OF COURSE I WILL” Wanda moved the phone from her ears and looked up at her brother who just grinned. “You owe me 20 bucks I told you she would scream,” Pietro said making himself comfortable in the chair opposite his sister's desk.

“ I should be offended, but I’m in too much of a great mood to care” you chuckled. “Oh, is that so?” Wanda teased. Pietro felt sick, had Bucky proposed? Worse, were you pregnant? “I got offered this amazing job opportunity, it would be working for Stark Industries, Pepper Potts approached me directly about it the other week, I shot it down but she called me again today doubling the offer,” you squealed.

The weight that had threatened to crush Pietro lifted, not that his sister hadn’t noticed the change in his complexion a few moments ago.

“Oh my god Y/N, That’s amazing! Are you going to take it? I miss you and would love to have you nearby like old times. And I am not only saying that so you can do my wedding planning for me” Wanda sang. “I don’t know, I said I would think it over and get back to her after the weekend, I’m going to talk it through with Bucky tonight” you replied. “It sounds like a great opportunity Y/N” Pietro responded with earnest.

“Huh, that’s weird, I wonder what she’s doing here,” you said out loud “Who’s where?” asked Wanda. “Oh um nothing, look I got to go I just got to Buck’s and I’m cooking dinner, going to talk to him about Tony’s offer,” you said before hanging up. Wanda and Pietro just looked at each other. Pietro got up to leave but Wanda shot him a look as if to say she wasn’t finished with him.

“You still love her” she spoke plainly. “He doesn’t deserve her. He’s always posting pictures of him and that Natasha doing “Official” Lions events” Pietro replied simply. “You are right brother, he doesn’t deserve her, but like I told you all those years ago. If you had asked her she would have waited. You don’t get to complain that she moved on with someone who was a big part of her life for 13 or so years” replied Wanda.

She was right and Pietro knew it. He sighed before lifting his gaze to meet his sister's cold blue eyes. “You’re right.” He said simply before exiting the room.

Pietro awoke to his phone ringing at 2 am, he wasn’t going to answer it until he saw your name and the picture of the pair of you from Uni flash up on his phone. “Y/N? Is everything okay? It’s 2 am.” Pietro asked rubbing a hand along his face. You didn’t respond.#

“Y/N, are you safe? Should I call Bucky?” he asked urgency surging in his voice. “NO!” you practically shouted. “Sorry, no please don’t call Bucky,” you asked quietly.

Pietro shifted leaning over to turn on his bedside lamp. “Bunny, you’re scaring me, what’s going on?” Pietro pleaded. The comfort in his voice was enough to break you all over again. You started sobbing all over again. How you had any tears left was beyond you.

“I’ll fucking kill him” Pietro growled. Pietro knew, the pictures Bucky had been posting on IG, the tears now, the way you had withdrawn recently. You didn’t need to say it for him to know. “Please don’t, I don’t have enough money to bail you out of prison” you managed to squeak.

Pietro felt his heart shatter, all he had wanted since you two had started dating was to save you from the heartbreak you had experienced in the summer of 2010 and he had failed you. That night Pietro stayed on the phone with you until 4 am where you finally fell asleep exhausted from the day's turmoil.

May 2018

Pietro and Wanda had helped you apartment hunt. They helped decorate and furnish your apartment ready for your move to the Big Apple in January. Wanda had introduced you to her friends slash employees but to Wanda, they really were her friends: Doreen Green, Janet Van Dyne, Julia Carpenter and Laura Kinney. Including you on many girls nights.

Vision and Pietro always walked you home after nights out. Wanda made sure to invite you to brunch with her and Vision when Pietro was attending. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to give you and Pietro another shot, it’s just you weren’t certain he would want you, after all, Bucky had really done a number on you again.

Sighing you picked up your phone and decided to take a leap of faith and text him, the two of you hadn’t spent any time alone together since you had moved in January.

Pietro’s Pov

Pietro’s phone buzzed. You, me and that little cafe in times square tomorrow = date? – Y/N x Pietro was stunned, he was sure that the time for you guys to be a couple had long passed. “Brother, are you listening?” Wanda asked agitated at her brother's lack of respect, the two of them were going through the plans for the rest of the year. Plans for when they would drop certain collections, run certain in-store promos. When they would run online promo’s.

“Sorry, it’s just Y/N just text me, asking me on a date” Pietro’s voice came out dazed. All though Wanda was miffed, she couldn’t help but smile. Looks like Y/N had finally listened to the girls last night when they went out for Monday night happy hour. “You had best text her back then brother” She responded raising her eyebrows at Pietro. I thought you’d never ask. How does 5 pm work? Pietro shot back.

Perfect x Your response came through almost immediately.

Your Pov

You got to the café early, you were too nervous to focus on anything in the office. And as you were only scheduled to work until four, you decided it was just easier to go to the café and wait with a book or something, you had to deal with this nervous energy somehow. You walked in expecting he’d be late, but Pietro got there early and he stood and waved. You walked to him Pietro pulled your chair out and helped you in. Pietro sat down opposite you and shot you a small nervous grin.

“I ordered you a hot chocolate and a cookie, I know how much you like hot chocolate even if it’s warm out like today,” he said shyly. “Thank you,” you said, you felt yourself blush. For goodness sake Y/N this is Pietro, you dated him for three years get a grip you silently berated yourself.

As the date got underway you felt yourself relax and slip into a comfortable bubble, you told Pietro about a recent mishap where one of your colleagues Darcy Lewis had accidentally thrown toner waste all over you.

You couldn’t help but smile as Pietro threw his head back laughing like a little kid. He took your hand and rubbed small circles on the back of it, that familiar feeling made your stomach erupt in butterflies.

I've been spending the last eight months Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end But on a Wednesday in a cafe I watched it begin again.

December 2017 Pietro’s Pov. The snow was falling, and the streets of New York City were quitter than usual, a sign that Christmas was just around the corner. You had finished for a nice long Christmas break earlier that week and last night Pietro had taken you out for drinks and dinner as a surprise. However, due to the snow the restaurant had been unable to open as staff couldn’t get in due to all the delays on the subway. Pietro had felt crestfallen.

Right up until you had suggested that the pair of you skipped dinner and went back to Pietro’s straight for dessert. Pietro had struggled to leave you this morning. As he only had a few things to deal with before Scarlett Witch shut down for three weeks for a well-earned extended Holiday break he hadn’t left until later that morning around 10:30.

You had once again found your way back to the bright bubbly person you and everyone else knew you to be. Pietro as always being that safe place for you to heal. The way you danced around the kitchen cooking pancakes had Pietro beside himself. You really were ultraviolet. That fire you ignited, Good, Bad and undecided, Burns when I stand beside it Your light is ultraviolet. Pietro thought to himself.

All though you had only been back together since May this time Pietro was never going to let you again.

Pietro was leaving the office for a late lunch when his phone pinned with a google alert. James “Bucky” Barnes announces engagement to Natasha Romanoff! Read the headline. Fuck. That piece of shit. Pietro felt rage on behalf of you. He knocked on Wanda’s door. “Hey, Wanda. I know were almost done here anyway, but I got to go early” Pietro shifted uncomfortably.

“Why?” Wanda asked simply. They were almost done but Pietro was meant to be shutting down the website whilst Wanda finalised everyone’s surprise Christmas bonuses. Pietro didn’t say anything simply handing his phone to his sister. Wanda scanned the headline and the article. Sucking in a deep breath. “Go. I’ve got this. Go check on Y/N” she said her eyes softening.

Pietro practically raced home. Just as he was coming out the subway his phone rang, caller ID showing Sam. “What the fuck is that dickhead playing at?!” Sam asked. Pretty much the entire friend group had cut ties with Bucky after they found out he had been cheating on you again.

“I have no idea, but he better hope to god I never see him, because I will not hesitate to rip him a new one, look I’m just letting myself into my apartment building, Y/N stayed here last night as she didn’t have work today and we’re meant to be going to Stark’s Christmas gala this evening. I’ve got to go. I’ll call you later. Pietro said ringing off before Sam could respond. Pietro knew Sam would understand.

“Hey handsome how was your day?” you asked not taking your eyes away from the street below. Pietro breathed a sigh of relief, he was certain he would have come home to find you curled up in bed, or worse the floor crying. You were happy together but that didn’t make Bucky’s betrayal sting any less.

“It was good, busy” he replied taking off his coat and walking over to join you at the window seat. Wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. He smiled to himself as he caught sight of the kids below. He could faintly see in the reflection of the window that your eyes were rimmed with red.

“How about you Bunny? I saw a news alert. I’m guessing you know about the engagement?” he asked. You hummed a response. Pietro knew you loved him; he also knew that you knew how much he loved you. But that didn’t make seeing you hurt any easier. Suddenly you shifted turning around to face him. His floppy silver-blonde hair covering those beautiful ice blue eyes, they looked at you with such love and endearment, they also spoke a silent promise. You kissed him gently on the lips before standing up.

“Come on Quicksilver let's shower before the Stark Christmas Gala,” you said pulling your boyfriend along behind you shooting him a knowing grin. God, he fucking loved you.

All this time how could you not know, baby? You belong with me

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Dear friend,

October 28, 1991

I’m sorry I haven’t written to you in a couple of weeks, but I have been trying to “participate” like Bill said. It’s strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book. Also, when I write letters, I spend the next two days thinking about what I figured out in my letters. I do not know if this is good or bad. Nevertheless, I am trying to participate. Incidentally, the book Bill gave me was Peter Pan by Just. More. Barrie. I know what you’re thinking. The cartoon Peter Pan with the lost boys. The actual book is so much better than that. It’s just about this boy who refuses to grow up, and when Wendy grows up, he feels very betrayed. At least that’s what I got out of it. I think Bill gave me the book to teach me a lesson of some kind. The good news is that I read the book, and because of its fantasy nature, I could not pretend that I was in the book. That way I could participate and still read. In terms of my participation in things, I am trying to go to social events that they set up in my school. It’s too late to join any clubs or anything like that, but I still try to go to the things that I can. Things like the homecoming football game and dance, even if I don’t have a date. I cannot imagine that I will ever come home for a homecoming game after I leave here, but it was fun to pretend that I was. I found Patrick and Sam sitting in their normal spot in the bleachers, and I started acting like I hadn’t seen them in a year even though I had seen them that afternoon in lunch when I ate my orange, and they smoked cigarettes. “Patrick, is that you? And Sam ... it’s been so long. Who’s winning? God, college is such a trial. My professor is making me read twenty-seven books this weekend, and my girlfr needs me to paint signs for her protest rally Tuesday. Let those administrators know we mean business. Dad is busy with his golf swing, and Mom has her hands full with tennis. We must do this again. I would stay, but I have to pick my sister up from her emotional workshop. She’s making real progress. Good to see ya.” And then I walked away. I went down to the concession stand and bought three boxes of nachos and a diet coke for Sam. When I returned, I sat down and gave Patrick and Sam the nachos and Sam her diet coke. And Sam smiled. The great thing about Sam is that she doesn’t think I’m crazy for pretending to do things. Patrick doesn’t either, but he was too busy watching the game and screaming at Brad, the quarterback. Sam told me during the game that they were going over to their friend’s house later for a party. Then, she asked me if I wanted to go, and I said yes because I had never been to a party before. I had seen one at my house, though. My parents went to Ohio to see a very distant cousin get buried or married. I don’t remember which. And they left my brother in charge of the house. He was sixteen at the time. My brother used the opportunity to throw a big party with beer and everything. I was ordered to stay in my room, which was okay because that’s where everyone kept their coats, and it was fun looking through the stuff in their pockets. Every ten minutes or so, a drunk girl or boy would stumble in my room to see if they could make out there or something. Then, they would see me and walk away. That is, except for this one couple. This one couple, whom I was told later were very popular and in love, stumbled into my room and asked if I minded them using it. I told them that my brother and sister said I had to stay here, and they asked if they could use the room anyway with me still in it. I said I didn’t see why not, so they closed the door and started kissing. Kissing very hard. After a few minutes, the boy’s hand went up the girl’s shirt, and she started protesting. “Can’mon, Dave.” “What?” “The kid’s in here.” “It’s okay.” And the boy kept working up the girl’s shirt, and as much as she said no, he kept working it. After a few minutes, she stopped protesting, and he pulled her shirt off, and she had a white bra on with lace. I honestly didn’t know what to do by this point. Pretty soon, he took off her bra and started to kiss her breasts. And then he put his hand down her pants, and she started moaning. I think they were both very drunk. He reached to take off her pants, but she started crying really hard, so he reached for his own. He pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees. “Please. Dave. No.” But the boy just talked soft to her about how good she looked and things like that, and she grabbed his penis with her hands and started moving it. I wish I could describe this a little more nicely without using words like penis, but that was the way it was. After a few minutes, the boy pushed the girl’s head down, and she started to kiss his penis. She was still crying. Finally, she stopped crying because he put his penis in her mouth, and I don’t think you can cry in that position. I had to stop watching at that point because I started to feel sick, but it kept going on, and they kept doing other things, and she kept saying “no.” Even when I covered my ears, I could still hear her say that. My sister came in eventually to bring me a bowl of potato chips, and when she found the boy and the girl, they stopped. My sister was very embarrassed, but not as embarrassed as the girl. The boy looked kind of smug. He didn’t say much. After they left, my sister turned to me. “Did they know you were in here?” “Yes. They asked if they could use the room.” “Why didn’t you stop them?” “I didn’t know what they were doing.” “You pervert,” was the last thing my sister said before she left the room, still carrying the bowl of potato chips. I told Sam and Patrick about this, and they both got very quiet. Sam said that she used to go out with Dave for a while before she got into punk music, and Patrick said he heard about that party. I wasn’t surprised that he did because it kind of became a legend. At least that’s what I’ve heard when I tell some kids who my older brother is. When the police came, they found my brother asleep on the roof. Nobody knows how he got there. My sister was making out in the laundry room with some senior. She was a freshman at the time. A lot of parents came to the house then to pick up their kids, and a lot of the girls were crying and throwing up. Most of the boys had run away by this point. My brother got in big trouble, and my sister was given a “serious talk” by my parents about bad influences. And that was that. The boy named Dave is a senior now. He plays on the football team. He is a wide receiver. I watched the end of the game when Dave caught a touchdown thrown from Brad. It ended up winning the game for our school. And people went crazy in the stands because we won the game. But all I could think about was that party. I thought about it quiet for a long time, then I looked over to Sam. “He raped her, didn’t he?” She just nodded. I couldn’t tell if she was sad or just knew more things than me. “We should tell someone, shouldn’t we?” Sam just shook her head this time. She then explained about all the things you have to go through to prove it, especially in high school when the boy and girl are popular and still in love. The next day at the homecoming dance, I saw them dancing together. Dave and his girl. And I got really mad. It kind of scared me how mad I got. I thought about walking up to Dave and really hurting him like maybe I should have really hurt Sean. And I think I would have, but Sam saw me and put her arm around my shoulder like she does. She calmed me down, and I guess I’m glad she did because I think I would have gotten even madder if I started hitting Dave, and his girl stopped me because she loved him. I think I would have gotten even madder about that. So, I decided to do the next best thing and let the air out of Dave’s tires. Sam knew which was his car. There is a feeling that I had Friday night after the homecoming game that I don’t know if I will ever be able to describe except to say that it is warm. Sam and Patrick drove me to the party that night, and I sat in the middle of Sam’s pickup truck. Sam loves her pickup truck because I think it reminds her of her dad. The feeling I had happened when Sam told Patrick to find a station on the radio. And he kept getting commercials. And commercials. And a really bad song about love that had the word “baby” in it. And then more commercials. And finally he found this really amazing song about this boy, and we all got quiet. Sam tapped her hand on the steering wheel. Patrick held his hand outside the car and made air waves. And I just sat between them. After the song finished, I said something. “I feel infinite.” And Sam and Patrick looked at me like I said the greatest thing they ever heard. Because the song was that great and because we all really paid attention to it. Five minutes of a lifetime were truly spent, and we felt young in a good way. I have since bought the record, and I would tell you what it was, but truthfully, it’s not the same unless you’re driving to your first real party, and you’re sitting in the middle seat of a pickup with two nice people when it starts to rain. We got to the house where the party was, and Patrick did this secret knock. It would be hard to describe to you this knock without sound. The door opened a crack, and this guy with frizzy hair looked out at us. “Patrick known as Patty known as Nothing?” “Bob.” The door opened, and the old friends hugged each other. Then, Sam and Bob hugged each other. Then, Sam spoke. “This is our friend, Charlie.” And you won’t believe it. Bob hugged me! Sam told me as we were hanging up our coats that Bob was “baked like a fucking cake.” I really had to quote that one even though it has a swear. The party was in the basement of this house. The room was quite smoky, and the kids were much older. There were two girls showing each other their tattoos and belly button rings. Seniors, I think. This guy named Fritz something was eating a lot of Twinkies. Fritz’s girlfr was talking to him about women’s rights, and he kept saying, “I know, baby.” Sam and Patrick started smoking cigarettes. Bob went up to the kitchen when he heard the bell ring. When he came back, he brought a can of Milwaukee’s Best beer for everyone, as well as two new party guests. There was Maggie, who needed to use the bathroom. And there was Brad, the quarterback of the high school football team. No kidding! I do not know why this excited me, but I guess when you see somebody in the hallway or on the field or something, it’s nice to know that they are a real person. Everyone was very friendly to me and asked me a lot of questions about myself. I guess because I was the youngest, and they didn’t want me to feel out of place, especially after I said no to having a beer. I once had a beer with my brother when I was twelve, and I just didn’t like it. It’s really that simple for me. Some of the questions I was asked was what grade I was in and what did I want to be when I grow up. “I am a freshman, and I don’t know just yet.” I looked around, and I saw that Sam and Patrick had left with Brad. That’s when Bob started passing around food. “Would you like a brownie?” “Yes. Thank you.” I was actually quite hungry because normally Sam and Patrick take me to the Big Boy after the football games, and I guess I was used to it by now. I ate the brownie, and it tasted a little weird, but it was still a brownie, so I still liked it. But this was not an ordinary brownie. Since you are older, I think you know what kind of brownie it was. After thirty minutes, the room started to slip away from me. I was talking to one of the girls with the belly button ring, and she seemed like she was in a movie. I started blinking a lot and looking around, and the music sounded heavy like water. Sam came down and when she saw me, she turned to Bob. “What the hell is your problem?” “Come on, Sam. He likes it. Ask him.” “How do you feel, Charlie?” “Light.” “You see?” Bob actually looked a little nervous, which I was later told was paranoia. Sam sat down next to me and held my hand, which felt cool. “Are you seeing anything, Charlie?” “Light.” “Does it feel good?” “Uh-huh.” “Are you thirsty?” “Uh-huh.” “What would you like to drink?” “A milkshake.” And everyone in the room, except Sam, erupted in laughter. “He’s stoned.” “Are you hungry, Charlie?” “Uh-huh.” “What would you like to eat?” “A milkshake.” I don’t think they would have laughed any harder even if what I said was at all funny. Then, Sam took my hand and stood me up on the dizzy floor. “Can’mon. We’ll get you a milkshake.” As we were leaving, Sam turned to Bob. “I still think you’re an asshole.” All Bob did was laugh. And Sam finally laughed, too. And I was glad that everyone seemed as happy as they seemed. Sam and I got up to the kitchen, and she turned on the light. Wow! It was so bright, I couldn’t believe it. It was like when you see a movie in the theater during the day, and when you leave the movie, you can’t believe that it’s still daylight outside. Sam got some ice cream and some milk and a blender. I asked her where the bathroom was, and she pointed around the corner almost like it was her house. I think she and Patrick spent a lot of time here when Bob was still in high school. When I got out of the bathroom, I heard a noise in the room where we left our coats. I opened the door, and I saw Patrick kissing Brad. It was a stolen type of kissing. They heard me in the door and turned around. Patrick spoke first. “Is that you, Charlie?” “Sam’s making me a milkshake.” “Who is this kid?” Brad just looked real nervous and not in the Bob way. “He’s a friend of mine. Relax.” Patrick then took me out of the room and closed the door. He put his hands on both of my shoulders and looked me straight in the eye. “Brad doesn’t want people to know.” “Why?” “Because he’s scared.” “Why?” “Because he is ... wait ... are you stoned?” “They said I was downstairs. Sam is making me a milkshake.” Patrick tried to keep from laughing. “Listen, Charlie. Brad doesn’t want people to know. I need you to promise that you won’t tell anyone. This will be our little secret. Okay?” “Okay.” “Thanks.” With that, Patrick turned around and went back into the room. I heard some muffled voices, and Brad seemed upset, but I didn’t think it was any of my business, so I went back to the kitchen. I have to say that it was the best milkshake I ever had in my life. It was so delicious, it almost scared me. Before we left the party, Sam played me a few of her favorite songs. One was called “Blackbird.” The other was called “MLK.” They were both very beautiful. I mentioned the titles because they were as great when I listened to them sober. Another interesting thing happened at the party before we left. Patrick came downstairs. I guess Brad had left. And Patrick smiled. And Bob started to make fun of him having a crush on the quarterback. And Patrick smiled more. I don’t think I ever saw Patrick smile so much. Then, Patrick pointed at me, and said something to Bob. “He’s something, isn’t he?” Bob nodded his head. Patrick then said something I don’t think I’ll ever forget. “He’s a wallflower.” And Bob really nodded his head. And the whole room nodded their head. And I started to feel nervous in the Bob way, but Patrick didn’t let me get too nervous. He sat down next to me. “You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.” I didn’t know that other people thought things about me. I didn’t know that they looked. I was sitting on the floor of a basement of my first real party between Sam and Patrick, and I remembered that Sam introduced me as her friend to Bob. And I remembered that Patrick had done the same for Brad. And I started to cry. And nobody in that room looked at me weird for doing it. And then I really started to cry. Bob raised his drink and asked everyone to do the same. “To Charlie.” And the whole group said, “To Charlie.” I didn’t know why they did that, but it was very special to me that they did. Especially Sam. Especially her. I would tell you more about the homecoming dance, but now that I’m thinking about it, me letting out the air of Dave’s tires was the best part. I did try to dance like Bill suggested, but I usually like songs you can’t dance to, so I didn’t do it too much. Sam did look very pretty in her dress, but I was trying not to notice because I’m trying not to think of her that way. I did notice that Brad and Patrick never talked once during the whole dance because Brad was off dancing with a cheerleader named Nancy, who is his girlfr. And I did notice that my sister was dancing with the boy she wasn’t supposed to even though a different boy picked her up at the house. After the dance, we left in Sam’s pickup. Patrick was driving this time. As we were approaching the Fort Pitt Tunnel, Sam asked Patrick to pull to the side of the road. I didn’t know what was going on. Sam then climbed in the back of the pickup, wearing nothing but her dance dress. She told Patrick to drive, and he got this smile on his face. I guess they had done this before. Anyway, Patrick started driving really fast, and just before we got to the tunnel, Sam stood up, and the wind turned her dress into ocean waves. When we hit the tunnel, all the sound got scooped up into a vacuum, and it was replaced by a song on the tape player. A beautiful song called “Landslide.” When we got out of the tunnel, Sam screamed this really fun scream, and there it was. Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. Sam sat down and started laughing. Patrick started laughing. I started laughing. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

Love always, Charlie

(CHBOSKY, Stephen. The Perks of Being a Wallflower (1999). MTV Books, 2010.)

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rhetoricalrogue · 7 years

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Inktober for Writers - 25. Friend

Set directly after this month’s first entry. Prompt list here.

Rolfe found Vincent sitting by himself in a dark corner of the Singing Maiden. A tavern that size didn’t have very many nooks and crannies, but Vincent’s body language and what seemed to be his neutral frowning expression made people give him a wide berth.

Of course, that was Rolfe’s cue to grab two tankards of ale from the barmaid and march on into his brother’s self-imposed solitude.

Brother. Two weeks ago Rolfe had only been the bastard son of some unknown Trevelyan with two half-siblings who didn’t want anything to do with him, a mother who didn’t love him, and a man who only claimed to be his father to save face in public that despised him. Now, he had a younger half-sibling who had taken the fact that his father had an affair with Rolfe’s mother in stride and actually wanted to be friends with him.

Rolfe wasn’t used to the blind acceptance he’d gotten. It made him wary of when the other boot would fall. While Vincent had accepted him as his brother and there was such a strong physical resemblance that anyone with some sense in their head could tell they were related, Vincent hadn’t come out and officially claimed him. Realistically, Rolfe doubted that he ever would.

Rejection was something Rolfe was familiar with. Even after thirty-seven years,the sting was just as sharp as ever. It was one of the main reasons he was hesitant to ask about their father, to find out from the source what sort of man Philip Trevelyan was. He was afraid to find out that his assumptions of the man were correct, but even more, Rolfe was terrified to discover that three decades of assumptions were wrong and the only thing that had kept Rolfe from knowing his father was the fact that Philip had known about his existence and had refused to acknowledge him, adding himself onto the list of people who had rejected Rolfe outright.

But that was neither here nor there. Right now, he had a Herald to console. He’d heard about the Ostwick Circle and how it had fallen. It didn’t take a spy to figure out that Vincent had a lifetime’s worth of close friends who were either missing or dead that he was currently mourning. Rolfe had felt the same way when he had heard the news of Mother Roberta’s death at the Conclave. He’d been angry and guilt-stricken. He should have been there for her, but he had been pulled away at the last minute by his superiors for a job that seemed so pointless now that the Divine’s death left the hierarchy of the Chantry in shambles. And Rolfe knew that if the bright flare of anger at one person who he held dear was difficult for him to process, he could only imagine what Vincent was going through.

A distracted Herald couldn’t perform well. Brother or not, Rolfe needed to have Vincent at his best so that the deaths at the Conclave and beyond wouldn’t be meaningless.

“They’re all dead.” Vincent didn’t look up from the squat glass of some sort of clear liquor he held cradled in his hands. “Or missing, but more than likely dead.”

“I heard.” He set the mugs down and sat opposite him, using his body to block Vincent’s from view. Whatever happened in their conversation, the people who Rolfe could feel staring at them didn’t need to see Vincent’s expression. “I’m sorry.”

“There were thirty children in the Circle when I left for the Conclave. Thirty children, all under the age of fifteen, twenty teens aged fifteen to nineteen, forty-seven adults, and ten Senior Enchanters, not to mention the First Enchanter himself. Not counting the kitchen staff and other non-magical help or the Templars themselves, there were fourteen Tranquil who lived within those walls.” Vincent rolled the glass in his palms and looked up at Rolfe, his eyes bloodshot and tired. “And now they’re gone.”

“I have some contacts in Ostwick,” Rolfe offered. “I could ask them to see if any mages fleeing had stopped there, get names, attempt to bring them here.”

Vincent shook his head. “Thank you, but no. No mage running from Templars would stop at the closest city. Too easy to be picked back up and taken back, or killed outright for running.”

“Where would they go?”

“I don’t know. Everywhere.” He pushed the glass aside and rested his elbows on the scarred wooden table. “I imagined running, once, when things were bad. My first thought would have been to get as far away from Wycome as possible. My parents live there; it would have been the first place Templars would have looked.”

“Do you think others might have had similar thoughts?”

He shrugged. “Perhaps. Roz…” Rolfe watched as Vincent swallowed a lump in his throat before saying anything else. The sudden sadness that seemed to weigh his brother down told him that this Roz was someone highly important to him. “Roz would have known that my parents would hide her and anyone else she may have been able to find. She’s always taken care of the children: she would have rounded up as many as she could have gotten to and fought like mad to protect them. But she also wouldn’t have wanted to put my parents in danger, so she would have run in the opposite direction.”

Rolfe was about to ask him where she may have gone when Vincent spoke next. “It doesn’t matter though.” He picked the glass up and drained it in one go, grimacing as whatever was in it burned on the way down. “She’s dead.”

“You don’t know that for certain.”

“I have been told all my life not to hope for the impossible, Rolfe. To think that somehow Rosalind made it out of a tower full of Templars who were more than likely killing mages on sight, that she escaped on her own and some way made it to safety...that, Brother, is the impossible.”

Vincent looked down at the mug Rolfe set in front of him and sighed. “And now she’s gone, just like that.”

“Who was she, Vincent?”

He laughed, the sound bitter and hollow. “It would be easier to say who she wasn’t. Roz was my friend, had been since the moment she came to the Circle. I had been in there nearly a full year before she had shown up, and I remembered how scared and alone I had felt my first few days. She’d been put with our group since we were the same age and we hit it off. We’ve been inseparable ever since.” He took a shaky breath. “She was everything to me and now it feels like a piece of myself has been cut off and I can’t…”

“You can’t make sense of it, can you?” Rolfe took a sip of his beer. It was slightly flat and more bitter than he would have liked, but it was the best they had on hand. “These people who were such big influences in your life are just gone and you can’t find a reason why.”

Vincent looked at him. “Oh damn. I’m sorry.” He tunneled his fingers in his hair. “I’m being selfish; you’ve lost people too.”

“I didn’t mean for you to feel bad. Yes, most of the people here have lost someone, but my loss doesn’t make yours or anyone else’s loss any less important or painful.” Rolfe thought about his cousin Ravena, who had arrived a day or so after Rolfe had hit Haven. It was good to see a familiar face amid a sea of strangers, but his heart had broken when his favorite cousin had told him about her mentor’s death at the Conclave. Rolfe hadn’t spent much time with their cousin Henri, but he’d offered his shoulder for Ravena to lean on, knowing that the loss hit her harder than she let on.

“Mother Roberta loved sweets.”

“Pardon?”

“Roberta, she had this sweet tooth on her that probably rivaled mine. She had to travel with a stash of these hard caramels and it never failed that you’d see her eating one during Chantry services. I started carrying them with me everywhere we went because I knew she would go through her stash quickly.” He took another sip. “It doesn’t bring them back, but talking about the good times can help.”

Vincent was silent for the longest time. “Roz talked to her plants,” he finally said. “When she tended to the plants in the gardens, she’d talk to them and tell them how big and strong they were getting. She claimed that her little pep talks increased their potency. I never said anything, but I’ll be damned if potions made from the plants she oversaw weren’t more effective than potions made from other plants.”

Rolfe lifted his mug. “Here’s to Roz’s plants.”

Vincent picked up his mug and quietly clinked it against Rolfe’s. “And Mother Roberta’s caramels.” He took a drink, grimacing at the taste. “This is awful.”

“I know. Give me a little while and I’ll start brewing up something better. One of these days, remind me to tell you about Sister Agnes and her beer-making skills. She taught me everything I know.”

“Hopefully we won’t have to be here long enough for your to get a brewery started. I want this done.”

“It’ll get there, little brother. Where do we set off to first?”

“The Hinterlands. I’m heading out tomorrow morning with Varric, Solas, and Cassandra.”

Rolfe visibly brightened and sat a little taller. “Count me in then! Any chance to be in the company of our lovely Seeker is a chance I’ll take!”

Vincent had to laugh, his mood slightly lifted. “You’re not going to give up on her, even when she won’t give you the time of day, will you?”

“Hey, she hasn’t explicitly told me to get lost and I almost got her to blush at a compliment the other day. It gives me hope.”

“They do say that hope springs eternal.”

“They do.” Rolfe leaned over and put his hand on Vincent’s arm. “And just in case you forgot, you aren’t in a Circle any longer. Hoping for the impossible is allowed.”

Vincent closed his eyes and nodded. He wanted - oh how much he wanted! - to believe that Roz was still alive somewhere. They’d been through so much and she was such an intrinsic part of himself that he would have thought he would have felt something had she truly died. To feel nothing...he didn’t want to put stakes on something that had the possibility of crushing him later, but at the same time, he let the tiniest bit of hope flare to life.

If you’re out there, please be safe. And may we find a way to be together again.

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