A/N: JURASSIC WORLD WAS SO GOOD I LITERALLY CAN'T EVEN IT WAS JUST SO WOW AND I RECOMMEND IT HAS DEFINITELY MOVED TO THE NUMBER ONE SPOT ON MY FAVOURITE MOVIES LIST LIKE THIS IS THE FIRST MOVIE I'VE EVER WATCHED WHICH MADE ME WANT TO LOOK AWAY LIKE I'VE NEVER EXPERIENCED THAT BEFORE SO YES JUST FUCKING YES I'M SO TEMPTED TO REVIVE MY GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY FANFIC BUT IDK CAUSE I'VE ALREADY GOT TWO FANFICS GOING AND JUST OMFG OMFG OMFG YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN? So yeah, anyway, glad to see y'all are loving Tom Hiddleston and hating Tom. Makes me feel like I'm doing something right! Little story about this chapter, for some reason I had like such a writers block when it came to doing this and idk it's like I couldn't write any more but I forced myself to sit down and it all just seemed to leak out and I'm super happy with how I have ended this chapter, I hope you guy do too. Another story, the nightmare actually happened to me (not the mirror part) and I woke up with sleep paralysis and I was crying for hours after ward so yeah enjoy.

To BlondeConspiracy, chapter 38 is an entire flashback with a considerable amount of fluff so be excited about that. And alas, I haven't but my mum has met quite a lot of famous people because of her job, though she doesn't care that much about it and I'm pretty sure she's met more famous people than she realises, she cares more for the driving of jaguars (she gets to do that from time to time, perks of the job)

To pheonixflames76, this chapter is dedicated to you because of the line "I'd call [Tom] a douche BUT THAT'S PIETRO'S NAME", that made me laugh so hard. And yes, Summer is actually going to play a humongous role... I feel like that gives a lot away but meh whatever, you can't exactly confirm anything, for all you guys know she might be the one that dies instead of Pietro. That'd be nice.

To Kam74, when I wrote those chapters I was writing "almost ten years" (at least, I hope I have) because I was still working out the age thing, I've managed to calculate it fully now to seven years so we know that Pietro and Bree are both twenty-five nowadays ^^ There is a full-on frustration fight between them but it is in a later chapter far far away I'm afraid.

To Nik1804, can I ask why there's a 1804 in your username? Idk why I've been so curious about that but everytime I write your username I'm like, what do these numbers mean? Also, I LOVE DARCY, she's such a good character. I wish she was in more marvel stuff, I think she should totally become a regular on Agents of SHIELD.

Thanks also to anonymouscsifan, Cardfighter By Maple, TraitorousFreshman15, the-rainbow-is-here and bluesootsprite for all your wonderful reviews! Also, big thanks to the people that simply read, I love you all very dearly and hope you have a marvellous day ^^

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

your eyes still the earth,

trap the dirt beneath my feet,

keeping me grounded.

I had the nightmare again that night, it was always the same thing and when I always felt an overwhelming amount of pain afterward. It's easy to recollect what happened in my nightmares after having them repeated almost every night after I escaped the institute.

I'd find myself back in the lab, the straps holding me tightly against the table and a single blue sheet only partly covering my private parts. I didn't feel any more secure though, I felt like a display that anyone could look at, like in this room I had no secrets and like my entire life's story was being announced. I wasn't sure as to whom my life's tale was being shared too though, thanks to the surrounding darkness which enveloped me. This was the first stage of the dream, than the panic would arise as my hazy brain couldn't figure out how I'd ended up there and why.

"Help," I'd begin to cry out, the words simply echoing back to me. "For god sake someone please help me! Help!"

Big, blinding lights would suddenly be switched on, hurting my eyes. Finally I could see where I was, surrounded by those familiar grey walls that seemed to suck the life right out of me, on the wall to the right there was a mirror which I know allowed people to look through. Different surgical instruments were placed on a small table next to me, but they didn't look clean, smeared blood wrapped around the tools like a red ribbon, disguising the obvious rust of each instrument. Next, I heard the sound of footsteps behind me, the tapping coming closer and closer. "Well if it isn't my favourite patient," Dr Trask would say maliciously, as he had done the other times before he had cut me apart, "time for a little fun?"

He didn't bother to put on surgical gloves and I'm pretty sure he hadn't washed his hands beforehand. He lifted up the scalpel and I watched through the mirror as he began to cut a deep 'M' shaped scar into my waist. After a couple of seconds the mirror suddenly faded away and become a simple window, and on the other side of the glass was Pietro. He just stared at me, not even concerned as the tiny man continued to cut into my body. Pietro proceeded to mouth something, the glass stopping me from being able to hear his words. The more he said it the angrier he seemed to get, soon enough he was pounding his hands against the glass and screaming the word that he was saying. But still I couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Does it hurt?" Dr Trask asked, putting down the scalpel, "knowing that everyone in your life believes you're worthless? Knowing that no one on this planet wants you alive?" Without any warned he dug his hands into my flesh wound, pulling out my insides right in front of me.

I was hit by a burning pain encompassing my entire body, and this is where my dream would end, me screaming loudly for Pietro's help as my eyes flicked between watching the man take out my organs and Pietro who looked at me with such hatred and spat out unknown words of poison.

The first sign that something was wrong when I awoke was that JARVIS wasn't there to comfort me, and the fact that I could hear numerous crashes from upstairs. After realising that it wasn't because of any party goers that had gotten a little crazy, I managed to stumble out of my bed and into the dark hallway. "JARVIS?" I whispered into the darkness, receiving no reply from my closest friend. I made it to the elevator and that seemed to work, which only caused me to worry further, I had to be cautious.

I decided it would be best to waste my power on making a shield around myself just so I knew that I'd be safe if anything were to jump out of the blue and attack me. The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened with a ding, revealing a room full of people all looking towards me. It was just the Avengers… and robots, lots of robots. "Bree," the one nearest to me with red eyes phrased my name as though it was chocolate melting on his tongue, "you, are important." His words came out slow, as though he had just learnt how to speak, he was testing the words.

The robot hobbled towards me, slowly, and yet still managing to cause fear to course through my body. It was like my mind connected the fear to the institute and flashes of my nightmares passed through my vision, my only protection failing. It always happened, as soon as I felt scared my powers would simply stop working. When I came back to reality I found myself collapsed on the floor with Summer stood in front of me, posed as though she were ready for a fight. "You stay away from her."

"You think she will ever forgive you?" He laughed emotionlessly, "look at how pathetic she is because she can't take off the strings that HYDRA wrapped her in, that is your fault Summer Scotts." I could see the ginger woman in front of me stiffen as she allowed his words to get through to her. "I know all about the bad things you've done Summer, I know all about the bad things each and every single one of you has done." He turned to the rest of the Avengers, waving a broken arm in their direction. "You want to protect the world but you don't want it to change, how is humanity saved if it's not allowed to evolve?" He began to pace, acting as though he was thinking out loud, these new thoughts plaguing his mind and causing slight confusion. "Look at these, these puppets," it picked up one of Tony's iron robots and crushed the head in it's hand, "there's only one path to peace, the Avengers extinction."

Thor didn't apparently appreciate the malicious words that the robot had been speaking and through his own spiteful intent, through mjolnir at the robot, causing it to fall to pieces like it were put together by glue. I'd always been impressed by that hammers power.

The room was silent, watching as the robots lights began to flicker softly and fade, the robot singing a song which I do believe came from Pinocchio. Summer came closer to me and helped me get back to my feet, "are you okay?" She interrogated, a large quantity of concern being carried in her tone, which i did find to be somewhat strange considering we had just met the other day.

I ripped my hand from hers, not caring how rude I was acting. "Yeah, I'm fine, now would anyone care to explain to me what the fuck just happened?" My question was aimed towards everyone, they looked at me for a moment, seeming slightly surprised by my vulgar language and then all their eyes seemed to move onto Tony. He just stared at the floor, looking like he was experiencing quite a bit of regret.

After we all sorted out our senses, we later met in Tony's lab to discuss everything that had happened. From what I understand (which wasn't a lot) Tony had used a power which he could never truly fully understand, that had belonged to the stone in Loki's scepter, to create an AI that was now out of control. It was no surprise that Cap and Stark soon began to argue.

I probably should have been worrying about Ultron but I was just so encompassed by embarrassment. Now they all knew, I'd tried to keep it hidden for as long as I could and ha managed to do so quite well, but now there is no hiding the fact that I don't have any control in my powers anymore. I was useless to the team and had no doubt that they were going to kick me out of the team for good.

Summer and Bucky were there in the corner of the room, cuddling and comforting one another. I was beginning to see them as, like, the Beyonce and Jay-Z of the Avengers and it was incredibly infuriating. They might as well just start making out with the way they shove their 'love' in people's faces, hiding all their secrets under a romantic act. I hadn't forgotten what Ultron had said, that Summer had committed some horrendous act which I wouldn't ever forgive her for. I wish I knew what it was. But I just couldn't understand it, how could someone who I'd only met a few days ago have done something so bad?

I watched with green eyes as Summer turned around in Bucky's right arms, resting her head in the crook of his neck as he kissed the tip of her ear gently. Ugh, they made me want to be sick! Everyone in the room was arguing now and they were just cuddling in the corner, it made me so angry. I stormed over and tapped Summer on the shoulder and they both looked at me in surprise, obviously it was such a shocking thing for me to initiate a conversation with them. They looked at me with that same expression, with such care and love, why the hell do they look at me like that?

"What did you do?" I asked, using my strictest tone.

Summer pulled away from Bucky's arm. She shook her head at me, "we shouldn't talk about this now-"

"No, don't give me that shit. You tell me now or I fucking- just fucking tell me!" I was beyond angry, mixed with the embarrassment and fear that still quaked my body, I couldn't handle any situation with a sane mind then.

The pair looked at one another, Bucky nodded his head towards them. Summer finally looked at me and she almost seemed sympathetic. "Okay, just, please understand that we care about you so much and we can still save this, if you want. But, umm, Bree… we're your parents."

I instinctively took a step back, as though her words were like a knife carving into my body. They were the reason behind every knife that had been carved into my body. I fucking hated them.

My body moved on it's own, turning around so that I could run to get away from them but I was stopped when I heard someone in the room mention JARVIS. "JARVIS was the first line of defence." Steve spoke, looking down at the ground in dismay.

Then I noticed it, the hologram in the middle of the room, orange and light and broken. That was JARVIS now, he was dead. My only remaining friend was gone, Pietro was back and he hated me, my parents who gave me to the institute have announced themselves and think there's an actual possibility of a relationship between us, I can't use my powers properly and my hair is short, I hate having short hair. This was all too much to handle, it was like life was a constant battle for me and I wasn't a soldier like Cap, I wasn't made to handle any kind of war. I was made to be a weapon, but I failed at that, so now what am I suppose to do?

I'd begun to see myself as Frankenstein's monster, and you know what happened to the monster in the end? He killed himself. The monster begins to realise that he is not Adam, that there is no Eve out there to be beside him, that he is more so Lucifer, a fallen angel surrounded only by misery and destruction. And perhaps I too need to have this realisation, it's what the institute had been telling me over and over again, that I was worthless, a monster, one of God's greatest mistakes.

I ran out of the room, not caring for any of the Avengers cries as I exited onto the elevator, proceeding to leave the building entirely. There is only one place for me to go, one place where I can forget everything, Tom's.

He answers the door in his striped pyjamas, the kind you would see bananas wearing, and in his hand was a glass of wine. "Oh thank god," I sighed with relief, snatching the drink out of his hand and downing it in a few short gulps.

"Hello to you too," he sarcastically remarked, closing the door behind me as I entered without permission.

"I wasn't sure when you had left, some shit went down and I wanted to make sure you'd gotten out before anything really bad happened." I made up an excuse of the top of my head, really I hadn't thought about him at all until I'd actually left the building. Tom wasn't important to me, that I knew, Pietro was important but he also wasn't here. That's why I was choosing Tom, because he was here, and he would have sex with me, a great distraction. I moved sloppily, not caring much for grace as I hungrily began to kiss him, showing him what I had truly come here for and demanding that he give it to me. He returned the kisses with just as much urgency, because though neither of us may not care to admit it, I had this man in the palm of my hand.