A/N: I call this chapter 'Return of the Pie', for obvious reasons which you'll figure out when you read the chapter. Do you guys think Bucky would be able to lift the hammer? I genuinely want to debate this out. Because the theory is that Cap can't lift mjolnir because he's not worthy enough, but he's getting there, he just needs to stop seeking out a war (which is why Thor was unworthy in the first movie). So like, in this fanfiction, Bucky is pretty much all better now (except for the nightmares and his missing limb being a constant reminder that he's done a lot of bad shit) and I think he is worthy. Even canon Bucky should be worthy don't you think? Idk, thoughts?

To pheonixflames76, I initially wrote that moment where Pietro just runs away after seeing her but that didn't seem write, so I wrote it where they are like 'holy shit it's you' but that didn't seem right either because Pietro does kind of hate her. But he loves her just as much as he hates her and his conflicting emotions wouldn't lead him to running away or announcing his feelings, they'd leave him confused and lost for words. And that's how that scene came to life, so yeah, I'm happy with my choice of them just talking about each others hair.

To blondeconspiracy, summer school sounds like such an awful thing like good luck and all, I'll pray for you every night! Also, this chapter is totally dedicated to you because never before has anyone made me dislike the word 'Tree' so much xD

To TraitorousFreshman15, maaaaaayyyyybbbbeeeeeee *insert winky face*

To Kam74, ah, the review page is all fixed again. And don't worry about breaking it, it was pretty awesome, I've never had a review that literally broke the page before so thanks!

To Nik1804, oh cool I'm glad you liked GFH! And I can assure you that there will be plenty of Tony's inappropriate and sarcastic quips about her and Pietro's relationship ^^

Thanks also to zombie-hunt, anonymouscsifan, Girlsluvsuperheroes, the-rainbow-is-here and bluesootsprite for all your wonderful reviews, and another big thank you to the people that simply read. I know already there's going to be so many comments about Tom and I'm very excited to hear them. Fun little fact, I wrote him based off of Tom Hiddleston in all the jaguar ads on ze telly (another fun fact, my mum works at jaguar, AH THE CONNECTIONS), if you haven't seen them you can easily find them on YouTube. Tom Hiddleston is like THE ONE for me, I haven't stopped loving him since 2012 and I just found it really weird that I've never wrote a Loki fanfiction, I probably will in the future, but until then, here have evil Tom!

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

I want to write you

a sanctuary; I just

want to keep you safe.

The party was in full swing and I was doing what I did best, avoided any social contact with people. No one here wanted to talk to the waitress so thats what I disguised myself as, I was asked to show up to the party and that's exactly what I've done, no one can complain. I'd been spending quite a bit of time behind the bar, preparing all of Tony's snotty friends their drinks, not receiving any 'thank you's but they did pay me. Apparently no one told them that this was an open bar.

I think the last party I ever went to was with Pietro seven years ago, though I could barely recall it, I can at least remember the very last few moments. I was extremely drunk then and though it had amused Pietro at first, the aftermath of my drunk behaviour didn't amuse him and he ended up having to drag me home.

"Woohoo!" I called out from on top of a table, my fellow party-goers returning the hoorah with their own yells. I managed to spot Pietro out in the crowd and he was leant against the doorway, looking at me with an amused smirk on his face, as soon as I saw him I reached out with my hand, grabbing at the air and imagining that I was grabbing at Pietro. "Honeyyyyy," I whined desperately wanting him to come closer.

"Eskimo," he whined back, mocking me in my drunken state. How rude! I remained on top of the table, trying my best to dance sexily for Pietro though I suppose that considering how drunk I was that I was actually dancing rather stupidly for Pietro. When I accidentally tripped over my own foot, Pietro let out a rather large chuckle but I still somehow managed to get my footing back. "I think it'd be best if we got you down now." I allowed him to put his arms around my waist and lift me up from atop the table, making a whooshing sound as he did so.

Once my feet were back down on the ground I let out a giggle, "I want to spoon." I demanded, though Pietro didn't react at first, instead he just continued to look at me with amusement sparkling in his eyes. "And I want to be the big spoon as well!"

"Then I suppose we better get back home." His hand fell from my waist and moved on my hand, beginning to guide us into the direction of the door.

"No, no, no." I quickly rejected, pulling back weakly. "I want to stay!"

"We can't stay here and spoon?" He said, questioning my current sanity. Which he did have a good point, but in my brain, in that moment in time absolutely everything was possible. I could have swam around the entire world and still made it home in time for dinner tomorrow, I was that drunk. "So, let's just get home, get you a glass of water, and spoon for a while Though we might have to fight over who is the big spoon."

"No, no, no." I repeated, "I want to stay right here!" Before Pietro could drag me away anywhere else I pulled away and ran up to the nearest man I could find. I wanted to make Pietro feel jealous, and though I can't be sure of my reasoning behind it seen as I was so drunk at that point, but I believe that it had something to do with me wanting to make Pietro regret saying no to me.

I don't even remember what the guy who I had abducted looked like, he was certainly into the dancing though. His hands went to places that if I wasn't so drunk at the time, would have lead to a few punches on the face. After a few minutes Pietro came over and pushed his hand against the stranger's chest, making the stranger take a few steps back. I think they shared a couple of words, Pietro probably threatening the guy and forcing him to back off, I was too busy sloppily swaying away to the music so I didn't bother paying much attention to what they were saying to each other.

Then Pietro returned to me with a grimace on his face. "Come on then," he didn't give me a choice to say no anymore and he grabbed a hold of my body once more, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

I began to whine for the fiftieth time that day and hit my fists against his butt, "Pietro, let me go or I'll be sick!"

"Whatever." He retorted, still acting very grumpy over my previous behaviour.

"No, I'm being serious." I felt the sick slowly falling down my body, the vile burning my throat, "I'm seriously about to be sick." I made a zipping sound and that seemed to make Pietro catch on quickly, he swiftly put me back onto the ground and grabbed at my hair so it didn't get in my face as I began to throw it all up. And that's how the night ended, my last ever party with Pietro, me throwing up into a bush whilst Pietro stroked my back and kept my long brown hair our of my face.

I was stirred from my thoughts when Nat appeared, moving behind the bar and beginning to make her own drink. She was the first one at this party I'd seen making their own drink and it was quite refreshing to know not everyone at this party wasn't pompous. "Hey, Little Miss Buttons," she greeted with a crooked smile, still concentrating on making her drink. "Didn't you invite Tom?"

I bit the inside of my lip, obviously my loneliness wasn't going unnoticed tonight. I hoped that not everyone in the team had noticed, I'd have liked at least some privacy from them. "I invited him, I've got no idea where he is though." I shrugged my shoulders as I answered honestly, feeling like I could trust Nat, she was trained to keep secrets so she was probably the best too tell. "He's been pretty busy with work though."

All of a sudden hands came over my eyes and I heard a dark chuckle from behind me, "speak of the devil and he shall appear," I recognised the husky voice instantly and turned around, a smile naturally forcing it's way onto my face. There was Tom, my current boyfriend. He was dressed up in a grey suit that was tailored to perfection, managing to show off his lanky figure but still forcing all spectators to note the mass of muscle he possessed. His hair was cut into a buzz cut which suited him perfectly and just accentuated his chiselled facial features.

"Why hello Mr. Devil, long time no see." I quipped, easily melting into his arms.

He placed his head on top of mine and swayed us slightly, "yeah well work's been keeping me busy. I've been here for quite a while actually but there are a lot of potential clients here and I decided to visit them first, you don't mind right?" I shook my head, stopping myself from telling the truth and showing my dismay at the fact that he had chosen work over me once again. It's such a selfish thought isn't it? For me to want all of his attention, for me to wish that every time we were together he'd shut up and concentrate on me instead of work. I normally spent time at his because whenever he came here he'd run off to go speak to Tony, trying to sort out some deal between their companies. "I think it's about time you socialise as well, my dear."

I let out a childish whine, "I'd prefer to just stay and make drinks for everyone."

"Don't be so selfish," he whispered to me with a strict tone. This was always what would happen when we were in public, I'd peacefully sit at the side while Tom did what he needed and then after a while he'd come over and force me to join him. I'd constantly asked him while but he'd never share the reason as to why he needed me to make deals, until one night when he was extremely drunk and he revealed that I was like a piece of jewellery that made potential buyers fancy his company even more. I was basically an advertisement piece. "There are a lot of people here, I need you."

After the condemning he would bring out the puppy dog eyes, the kind that make you feel like you'd committed some horrendous act and like you wanted to get retribution immediately. "Okay, okay."

He clenched his hands almost painfully tight around my hands and began to pull me towards the crowd of people. I could practically feeling my heart seize as soon as we entered the crowd, Tom walking us towards Tony (what a surprise), Bucky and Thor who I believe were in the middle arguing over who had the best girlfriend. "My girlfriend may not be as intelligent as either of yours, but she certainly kicks more butt." I looked towards him with a glare, very aware at the backhanded comment he'd just made about me.

I noticed Tony look between the two of us, obviously catching out the insult as well. Though it was Bucky who hastily backed me up. "Well I suppose it's how you define intelligence. Pepper is intelligent because she runs an entire company, Jane's smart because she knows loads of science things, Summer is intelligent because she's been alive for almost a hundred years and has had plenty of time to learn stuff. Bree's smart because she's adapted to all the bad situations she's been put through and got out of them practically unscathed. Also, 'kicking butts' requires brain as well as braun." Bucky smiled down at me and I gave him a genuine smile of my own, happy with his defending. Though I was a little surprised that he was the one to defend me considering he was the one I barely knew.

He was wrong about one thing though. I hadn't come out unscathed, not at all, my body is an art piece made up of scars and if I ever get the chance to take revenge on the people who made me like this, I'd kill them all in a fucking second.

"Yes, well," Tom spluttered, clearing out his throat and trying to recover from being caught out on his cruel act.

You're probably wondering by now why I was with Tom, and the answer was very simple. He took care of him, I met him at one of Tony's earlier parties and we hit it off straight away. It was straight out of a book, I was the lonely broken girl sitting at the bar playing with her drink and he was the billionaire dark horse that promised me the entire world for only love in return. Of course reality hit later on and I was at the stage where I was beginning to realise Tom only saw me for my beauty, but I couldn't leave him, that would be cruel.

I must admit there is another reason as to why I wasn't going to leave Tom any time soon and that's because I felt so terribly bad. Because the man I truly loved, the man who I had replaced with Tom, was now back in my life and even after the way things had ended between me and Pietro I knew deep down I'd still pick him over anyone else.

"Tom, honey," I placed a gentle hand on his arm, "I think it's time for bed, don't you?" Again, I was committing another bad act but I really wanted to take Tom to the bedroom and let him have his way with me. Not because I wanted it, no, because I wanted him to replace the hands that I'd mesmerised through memory, that I couldn't help but feel caressing my skin whenever I thought about Pietro.

Tom looked down at me, an obvious inner war going on in his mind as he tried to decide what was more important between me and his career. There really was no competition to begin with. "Maybe later, I've got work stuff to do."

Of course he did. I bid my goodbyes to everyone, Bucky demanding a hug from me before he allowed me to slip away. It's no surprise that I was first to go to bed, we were having a party after all and if there's one thing I hated more than having my ex-boyfriend tackle me to a tree, it's parties. Which is weird considering how much I use to love them, even if they did lead to me being sick by the end of the night.

I'm not sure how long I'd been asleep but I was soon woken up by the sound of a large bang coming from upstairs. I initially thought that it was something happening at the party but it was too silent for there to be a party still going on, something else was happening.