A/N: Thanks to everyone for allowing me a day off! But I'm back with another chapter that has it's usual angst mixed in with a little fluff. I have american netflix now and I've kind of been busy watching Grey's Anatomy (don't judge me, it's a show I watched as a kid and wanted to revisit and finish, I've watched two seasons in under a week, I have a maths exam and all I can think about this week is Grey's Anatomy and this fanfiction).

To Pheonixflames96, you're idea fitted really well in a part which I'd planned to write in this chapter. So yeah, thank you for the idea and I hope I've done it justice!

To Blondeconspiracy, I might do what I did in my Bucky fanfic where I have flashbacks, I haven't decided though. Because *spoiler alert* it's going to move on from the kids reading Bree's diaries to just asking Bree about what happened, so like, she could be all "well this and this happened which reminds me of this one moment long ago where we *insert flashback* but idk if that'd be the sort of thing people would be interested in.

To the-rainbow-is-here, I'm sorry for writing such an addictive story! Make sure you get at least seven hours of sleep at some point though please, I worry about my readers sometimes and I know what it's like to be addicted to fanfictions, I hope you like the chapter and have a nice sleep after reading it! Also, I really like your username!

To Kam74, considering what I've got planned, you're going to regret ever saying that you're excited for the truth to come out.

To Jewea19, SHIELD will find out the exact same way they found out in AOU, I swear I'm eventually gonna get to that plotline.

To bluesootsprite, hi! I was wondering where your reviews had gone too, it's great to have you back. As a welcome back present, here, have a chapter dedication! ^^

And a big, warm, thank you to all the readers as well. I hope the readers and the reviewers have a dream where they meet Pietro in a pet shop and he's surrounded by loads of fluffy dogs! Whoo! Okay, let's get on with the chapter. Also, I've decided to start announcing when the haiku's that are here are written by me or found on google just cause it's fun to write them but sometimes I'm really shit at doing them. I've already written the haiku for the next chapter, this one was written by me as well though I'm very unsure of it. This entire fanfiction is basically a big cheeseball so I suppose a cheesy haiku won't distract you from anything.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

I may be sober

But when I hear your laughter

I feel drunk in love

We had entered the dance hand in hand, not realising the battle we were about to face. The night had started out very well, Pietro came over to pick me up early so that we could have some time to hang out. It was not my idea, Pietro really just wanted to make out with me, and who was I to deny him the simple pleasures of what comes with being in a relationship with another person? After that we decided to get dressed in the clothes we would be going to the spring dance in. For the irony, I had dressed myself in a multi coloured summer dress with forest green tights on and my favourite pair of boots. My tights matched the Pietro's tie which he had put on along with the suit that pretty much mirrored what he had worn for our third date yesterday.

There was an obviously spring theme to the dance which I thought was very simplistic, fake flowers and leaves had been hung up. The fairytale-esque setting that had been created did not really suit the thumping music which I was surprised the school had chosen to play.

It took ten seconds, we managed to walk through the door, holding each others hands proudly, and then the C crew appeared. Cindy was standing at the front with that oh-so-beautiful frown on her face. Her hair was half put up in a ponytail and she was dressed in quite a lot of neon colours, obviously she was trying to set up a new trend. "Bree, Pietro," she greeted with slight malice in her voice.

"Cindy." I greeted back, trying to sound as polite as I could.

"You can drop the act now, we know about you and Pietro." It was not hard to tell that in her head she was imagining placing daggers inside me and the silver-haired douche beside me. Though I was more questioning the fact that she had said we were hiding it, I mean, we did just enter the hall holding hands, I get that does not scream 'we've been getting groovy in the sheets' but it's not like we were going to walk in with our lips attached. One of us would have fallen over if we had tried doing that. "Candy told us everything!"

My eyes widened slightly at that, I certainly was not expecting that. I searched through the crowd and found her at the back, she did not look guilty as I had expected, instead she was glaring right at me. Dare I say it, but I think her eyes possessed even more hatred than what Cindy was showing me. I turned back to face Cindy and shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know what you want me to say," I said, trying to show that I was not affected by Candy's betrayal. I have no idea what I have done to deserve this.

"There's nothing left for you to say, you're officially kicked out of this crew." She cocked out her hip and placed her hands on her hips, the rest of the C crew releasing a chorused 'yeah' to agree with their leaders actions. "We don't want any of your pie."

"What the hell does that even mean?" Pietro asked, a confused and slightly disgusted expression on his face.

Cindy rolled her eyes, "it's a saying, douche." With that they snapped their fingers in a 'z' formation and sashayed away.

Me and Pietro just stood there for a moment, I do not know about him but I was trying to figure out whether I should be annoyed or whether I should simply laugh out loud. "Well she was right about one thing." I sighed.

He looked down at me with concern, "what?"

I turned my head to the left, looking him in the eyes, "you are a douche."

"Well then," he spoke with an injured tone, wrinkling his face up as though my words had caused him a lot of pain. "I was going to go get you a drink but now I think I'll just be getting one for myself." Pietro could have the face of an angel if his lips would ever break farther apart. He pushes the edge of his lips up, scrunching his one eye up, making the blue appear grey. His lips parted a centimeter, making the smirk seductive to many. The half-smile on his pristine face made him appear all too arrogant, like any Casanova.

I rolled my eyes, cringing at the thought that I might have looked quite a lot like Cindy in that moment. "You mean you're about to go try and spike the punch?"

"Basically yeah," he cheered, the slight curve of his lips growing into a full smile as he dashed away.

I let out a sigh, now much more alone and without a friend to go visit whilst Pietro went on to do his devious deeds. I had been hoping to hang out with Candy, maybe explain to her about Freddie, now I see that she obviously did not want to hear anything I had to say. It's a good thing that she does not I suppose, if I had gone to see her I probably would have ended up revealing to her that I'm a mutant and that secret would not have been kept from the C crew very long if today's events are anything to go by. I wonder if it's because of Freddie that she's betrayed me- I was not allowed to continue my thoughts as a body was suddenly pushing themselves past me, "sorry," I said quickly.

I'd already taken a step away when the darkly dressed man, a teacher I believe, turned to face me with a deep frown on his face. "So you should be." He carried on stomping his way through the crowd, mumbling about how the students are stupid and worthless. I was practically shaking afterward, my gut was telling me that man was very bad. Like, I do not mean 'he steals candy from a baby' kind of bad, I mean that he could possibly be a murderer. And just like that I was wishing my gut was not part of my mutation.

Pietro returned after a few minutes with two cups in his hand, "are these spiked?" I asked, waiting for him to nod his head before I downed the entire cup in a few gulps. "I need you to do me a favour."

"What's wrong?" He asked, genuine concern in his eyes.

"See that man over there?" I pointed with my hand, easily finding the darkly dressed man in the crowd of brightly dressed teenagers, "I have to go touch him and use my power, just to make sure of something, but as soon as I've touched him you need to get me out of here because I cannot break in front of everyone."

This night had taken a very serious turn which I had not planned, honestly I had been quite excited about this night, it was my first dance after all and I even got to go with Pietro. But once again my work was getting in the way, and I feel like this was a sign that me even attempting to act normal around Pietro was dumb because work was no doubt going to get in the way and pull us apart.

"I thought you said you hate using that power? Unless he's the murderer I don't think you should be using that power." He quickly tried to defend me, obviously he did not like it when I broke down in a fit of sobs. I looked him in the eyes and I guess my eyes showed the right amount of fear because it clicked in his mind, "wait, is that the murderer?"

"He might be." I swallowed.

"Okay," he took a shaky breath and I found myself once again being reminded that he was just a teenager who had not exactly witnessed as much death as I had. Though I suppose it's thanks to the few deaths he has seen that he's able to act so brave even when he showed signs of being terrified. "Drink this," he handed me his cup, and I gave him a fake smile as a way of thanking him for the liquid courage, once I had finished he took the cup back off of me. "Now you go do what you need to do, and know I'm right behind you."

"Remember that you need to get me out as fast as possible," I warned.

"I don't know if you've noticed but I am pretty quick," he said with a wink.

His teasing caused a genuine smile to grow on my lips, I leaned up to kiss his cheek while messing around with the hair on his head. "Maybe I should stop calling you silver-haired douche and start calling you quicksilver." With those words I turned away and began to walk towards the man, I tried to get my professional brain on. I was an agent, I had been taught how to kill and how to deal with killings.

It all happened in under three seconds, in a few short strides I was next to the man. He was turned away from me, talking to some girl who I had not managed to see. I reached out with my hands and touched the skin on his exposed neck, the flashes started and mixed with the sudden rush I felt pulling my body I was almost sick.

My ability had not improved, everything in front of me was blurred but I could still hear the voices fine. "You killed a human? What were you thinking, we're only supposed to be getting mutants." The blonde beauty in front of me said, I did not know what she looked like exactly, but I knew that I loved her more than anything. I was going to dedicate my life to her. She was everything to me.

"He saw you and me in class together, he said he was going to tell everyone what he saw!" I cried out in defense, almost fearing the beauty in front of me even though my heart still told me that I was completely hypnotised by her entire being. "It wasn't like all the other killings." As I thought back to the killings I saw blurred images of what I had done pass through my eyes, I had killed so many. All the blood… it felt so nice though. I was sacrificing them for her, she does not understand it like that but I do and that's what matters. She thinks I'm just being her slave but I'm showing her that I love her by killing those that do not wish to follow her rule. God, she's so magnificent.

I felt her slap me on the cheek, "you don't kill anyone without coming to me first, do you understand?"

"Yes, my love." She still does not understand but that's okay, this is what love is.

The connection began to shift and I once again felt lost in who I was. "Bree," someone called, that's right, that's who I am, Bree. "Open your eyes Bree, it's okay."

I did as the voice said and find myself staring at a man, with silver-hair. He was not the woman I loved… and that's because I do not love her, she is part of that man's memory. Not mine. This is Pietro, he's the man I… care strongly about. "Pietro," I say the name out loud, almost singing it to myself.

Oh god, this is the man who cares so much for me and I killed all those people, violently and all for her- wait, no. I'm not that man, I am someone else, I'm not sure who though, am I Bree?

He raised his hand and began to gently stroke it across my cheek but it did nothing to help me. I was in the grip of silent panic. I had wide eyes and my pupils were probably dilated, god knows my heart was racing. And my brain was practically on fire, my brain synapses were firing like a hyped up internal aurora borealis. He wanted to help me though, this isn't the institute and I finally had someone I could depend on. "T-Tell me about myself."

"What?" He asked, baffled by my sudden request.

"I need you to tell me about Bree- About myself, I need to- I can't." My voice came out shaky and my words were too jumbled, I was slightly worried that I'd begun to speak a different language. It has happened before after stealing the memories of a Spanish person.

"Okay, okay," he attempted to soothe me, beginning to stroke my hair aside. "You're Bree Button. It sounds a lot like a made-up name and I'm pretty sure it is considering you're an agent, but I like it anyway, it's very cute. We first met when you went to get your timetable and made up this terrible backstory of you coming from Antarctica or whatever and since then I've been calling you Eskimo. You use to hate me because I would never leave you alone, though what you don't know is that I wouldn't leave you alone because since the moment I met you I've had this huge crush on you. Though I suppose because you're super smart that shouldn't come as much of a surprise. I think the first time you started liking me back was at the swimming pool when you showed me your scar, which to this day I still think is pretty hot, but I guess you're still pretty insecure about it-"

"My real name is One." I said in a much more relaxed tone. I'd never realised I had not told Pietro about my name, I suppose now would be as good a time as any. "I was handed over to the government at birth because my mum didn't want me, she must have known I'd end up having powers or whatever. So anyway, I was the first mutant they found out about, so they called me One. I thought that name would be a bit weird so I chose Bree Button. I chose Bree because it was my favourite place in the Lord of the Rings books."

"Nerd," he laughed, though it was a quiet chuckle. "This is suppose to be where you admit to also having a massive crush on me."

"Oh no, I hated you at first." I said, my body slowly going from Stiff to relaxed. Pietro had one arm around my waist and the other brushing my hair - I'd told him once whilst we laid in bed that I loved playing with his hair because it relaxed me, and so he'd decided to do it with mine as well, which still relaxed me - I think we were leaning against lockers in an empty hallway.

He cackled at my remark, "you're back then, yeah?"

"I have to go home," I sighed, "I need to sort out everything, there's a protocol which I need to follow and-"

"No, no, no," he hushed me, "we've been here for like five minutes. So I want you to screw work because we are going to stay here, watch the teachers get drunk and then go to the after party. Maybe we can go back to my place at the end of the night.

"But-"

"I agree, you have a very fine butt." He joked, not allowing me to finish my sentence and I get the feeling he would not allow me to argue with him. "This is our first full day as boyfriend and girlfriend, so let's go show off to all those single losers in there."

"You're so annoying." I joked, though he smiled all the way through my paddy, even leaning over and kissing the tip of my nose.