A/N: Sorry for not updating for a while, I had to go see all my dads and I've started a new Jurassic World fanfiction (Owen/OC) so that took up some time, I could have updated on Saturday night but I just really wanted to get Truce out there. Also, I've finished the plan completely so there will be 53 chapters as a whole for this. Yey!
I've also dropped Anatomy Of A Love Story, just because I felt too uncomfortable with the plot I used and couldn't really find the effort to write chapters for it. It was kind of like I just wasn't interested enough in my own fanfiction, so yeah, that's been replaced with Truce, my Jurassic World fanfic, though imma try and update that more than every sunday. Hence why this is being updated so early in the day ^^
To Blondeconspiracy, I'd buy your cd if you ever did become a rapper! Also, I really want to write about the moment when Summer and Bucky experience Bree's reaction, so I might be adding another one-shot to the Barne and Scott collection.
To Skaro, in chapter 43 they revisit each others past and the coke is mentioned some more in that chappie ^^ I hope that doesn't give too much away?
To Nik1804, I'm not really into cars myself as I have this weird fear towards them. More so the people driving them though I guess, I just don't like the idea of having to put trust in everyone else driving because crashes happen a lot and yeah, fear. Also, I really like your name! And when I first saw the numbers I thought for a second that you were like, born in 1804 but I soon realised that'd mean you were dead by now… which is either really scary or just makes me seem really dumb.
To Dinosaur-Ghosts, I genuinely think this fanfiction needs a lot of work which is why I'm dabbling in the idea of rewriting it completely, just because there are quite a few thing I'm not happy with. Thank you for being so nice with the critiquing though, I really appreciate that because I am one of those people that takes even the littlest of comments to heart.
To LovelyDovely, Bree would probably like that room but it depends what food you feed her.
To pheonixflames76, yeah it was pretty daunting and I didn't sleep for the next two days. I get if it seems a little dramatic but that dream really scared me and it was awful and yeah, it's possibly my worst fear now. Hopefully I'm never going to get strapped to a evil doctors table, fingers crossed anyway.
To Guest, I'm sorry! I've been working on my other fanfic so I didn't update this like I should have! I know it's not much of an apology but this chapter is dedicated to you just because I feel bad for making you wait!
Thanks also to the-rainbow-is-here, bluesootsprite, anonymouscsifan, RockaRosalie and guest. I hope y'all have a wonderful day, enjoy the chapter!
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Some secrets I keep
Claw at the walls of my throat
Begging for an ear.
I woke up to the sound of traffic outside of the window, an array of disruptive noise which I still had yet to get use too. It was the reason I'd rarely stay at Tom's, you could never get a lie in here and yet Tom still always managed to not only sleep through the sound of motors and horns, but his alarm as well. Groggily, I forced myself to sit up in the bed and as I did so I pushed Tom's shoulder, not even bothering to be gentle as I attempted to wake him up. Knowing that if I took my time he'd simply yell at me later on.
As I stepped out of the bed I felt my body being encompassed by a deadly chill. The morning wind seemed to have seeped through the half-opened window in Tom's bedroom and now laughed cruelly as it stroked across my bare skin, clawing it's way into my body and climbing up my spine, causing it to vibrate. I had to wrap my arms around my body, hoping it would provide me some warmth. Tom began to groan behind me, stirring from the comforts of his dreams.
He had work and I needed to get back to the Avengers tower, by no means was it time for me to 'face the music', but I needed to be there at least to help with the mission. Ultron killed JARVIS, who was, pretty much, my only friend there. I owed him a life time of allegiance that he wasn't getting from me just sitting around and having sex with my boyfriend.
I made my way into the bathroom, stopping outside of the door where the drawers were and reaching into my draw, getting out fresh outfit and an outfit for the day. The bathroom had a very earthy feel to it. The walls were large format tiles of white honed travertine and the floor was made of dull brown tiles. The vanities were of a dark wood and the counters were a brilliant white quartz. There was no bath but instead a huge walk in shower with two shower heads.
As I proceeded to brush my teeth, I thought back to the moment when Tom had first given me my own draw. He had given me it in a theatrical and romantic way, one that made me fall deeper into endearment with him. We had been on a date at the critically acclaimed restaurant 'Mockingbird', in all honesty it didn't even come close to Blooming Pie's level of humble warmth but the place was nice all the same. Each meal cost over a hundred pounds so I'm glad Tom had decided it was a chivalrous act of love to pay for everything.
"Shut your eyes," he'd said, huskily, and with a look of mischief shining in his eyes. I did as he'd commanded and when I was eventually given permission to open them again, my meal had been replaced by a draw that within it held a toothbrush and some of my clothing, mainly underwear. "My little Miss Button, would you do me the honour of accepting this draw as a symbol of taking a step forward in our relationship, becoming more committed?"
As I said yes, a violinist appeared beside us and began to play one of the most serene melodies I'd ever heard. And that was the last romantic thing Tom had ever done for me, this wasn't one of those situations where he'd just lied about loving me before and just wanted to own me, and used romantic gestures to buy me. No, his father died a week after Tom gave me the draw and that not only hurt Tom physically, but it forced him to become the head chairman to his father's company.
My thoughts were distracted by a suited Tom moving to stand behind me, beginning to run slow kisses against the bare of my neck. "Good morning, my love." He whispered, his voice coming out more rough than normal because he'd just woken up. "You seem to have made me late for work." His voice suddenly held a tone of warning, though I don't understand how he could be blaming me for being late when he was the one who decided to come into the bathroom and start kissing my neck instead of simply leaving for work.
He stopped kissing my neck after receiving nothing back from me, instead I just spat out the toothpaste in my mouth.
I decided that this was the perfect time to ask a question that had been playing on my mind for quite a while now, seen as his mouth was filled with toothpaste, meaning that he couldn't interrupt me or make whatever I had to say seem unworthy. "Honey," I began, my hands instinctively running through my mess of short brown locks. His blue eyes looked at me fleetingly, showing me I had his attention, before moving back to stare at himself in the mirror. "Do you ever think that, maybe, we're, like, too different to work out?" My question came out lamely and the real depth behind it was not explained well enough.
Still, I waited in silence as Tom released a long sigh and rushed to finish brushing his teeth. He grabbed a towel and wiped away any residue toothpaste that surrounded his mouth, lifting up the towel to my face and gently stroking it against my chin. A blush filled my cheeks at the realisation that I might have just had a splodge of white, minty, toothpaste on my chin that entire time. "What are you talking about?" He interrogated, acting as though he was already bored with this conversation.
My hands began to tug on the bracelet that wrapped around my wrist, it was a Pandora bracelet which Tom had bought me, it was as expensive as it was stunning.
"I've been thinking lately, that maybe, maybe this just i-isn't working anymore?" I flicked my hands outward into the air, shrugging my shoulders and trying to make it seem like this was simply just a casual thought which I hadn't been thinking over for hours on end every single day. I had certainly become much more of a wimp all of a sudden and found myself completely unprepared to have this conversation with him.
I'd expected a lot of different reactions from Tom, none of which were him smiling at me sympathetically. It was the way you'd smile at a child that had accidentally pissed themselves, like, you knew they were young and this was going to happen from time to time so you didn't judge them too harshly on their actions and you thought they were acting a little dramatic with the tears as they cried over how their little accident. "I've got to go to work honey," he pressed on, taking a small step forward and bringing my forehead closer so that he could give me a chaste kiss to the crown of my head, "we'll talk about this later."
With that he rushed out of the door, leaving me feeling slightly belittled in the corner of his bathroom. With a long sigh of my own, I got dressed in a hoodie and leggings and exited the bathroom to check my phone. It was no surprise to me that I found eleven messages on my phone, as well as twenty-four missed calls.
From: Rich Bitch (Tony)
To: Bree
00.56am: You okay? Answer your phone
1.01am: If you don't answer your phone then I will tell your parents about that one time you got drunk and peed in that vase!
1.34am: Look, if it's any help, everyone hates me too. Just answer your phone.
2.12am: We should start our own team, let the people hate us, we're the real heroes.
2.13am: What do you think about the team name 'Iron Man and the Buttons', we might need to get like two more people to join but I think it could really work.
From: Nat the Brat (Natasha)
To: Bree
00.34am: Summer just told me she revealed the big secret, stop behaving so immature and get your butt back here. We can work this out.
2.15am: Tony just said you've just asked to start a new team with him, don't you dare!
2.43am: He's lying right?
From: Caw Caw Motherfuckers (Clint)
To: Bree
2.15am: I'll join yours and Stark's team if you give me a pay rise?
2.17am: On a more serious note, are you okay? I know everything that happened today has got to be difficult to handle but we need to move on from this. There are more important things happening right now and the world needs your help. I'm always here for you to talk to Bree, I hope you know that.
From: [UNKNOWN NUMBER]
To: Bree
7.00am: I've missed you so much, Eskimo
I almost dropped the phone after reading that last text and I had to take a moment to get my thoughts in order. I couldn't text back, but it was quite obvious this wasn't just some stranger messing around with me. It was Pietro, it had to be Pietro. I had no clue as to how he got my number and I'm angry that he had managed to get it somehow.
After seeing him the other day I had been hit with the sudden realisation that we would never be able to go back to the way things use to be, and our relationship could ever be remade. Too many years filled with him hating me have passed and the scars have only grown, were too different now, our love was a fairytale gone wrong. I didn't want to ever see him again. This message was so obviously not written out of love, he didn't miss me, he just wrote the message out of spite, the sarcasm letting me know that he remembers the pain which I caused him. Though a small part of me, a very tiny part, seemed to whisper at the back of my mind that Pietro isn't me, I might have done something like this out of spite, but he goes about things different and that I am assuming his actions based off my own. I don't really know what PIetro was thinking when he wrote that message.
Of course I quickly shut up that voice, now was not the time to be thinking that kind of thing, it would only cause me more hurt when that thought ended up being wrong. For now I needed to call the Avengers back and sort everything out. Cap (who is put in my phone as Doritos) had called me, he wasn't the best at texting yet and whenever I did receive a message from him there would be an abnormal about of punctuation appearing in the middle of the sentences, and he also used autocorrect quite badly and the sentences rarely made sense.
Just as I was about to call Cap back my phone began to vibrate, Tony was ringing me. I answered it quickly and I heard Tony yell a hoorah down the phone, "you're alive!" He cried, after that I began to hear numerous mumbles in the background, obviously he was with the rest of the Avengers.
"We were beginning to think you packed up with Tom and went to Hawaii."
"I'm not feeling Hawaii right now," I replied, shrugging my shoulders even though he couldn't see me doing the action.
I was about to profess my guilt over last night when Tony spoke over me, "okay well, how do you feel about a salvage yard on the African coast?"
"A mission?" I asked, life suddenly filling my tone as I grew more and more eager. This is exactly what I needed, a distraction from Pietro and Tom and those people that believe they're my parents. "I am feeling very, very in love with that salvage yard. Someone's going to have to pick me up though?"
"Oh okay, we'll be there in a second." He said with relaxed ease.
"Whose we?" I asked, eyebrows rising. Tony didn't reply though, instead the next sound I heard was the vibration of the room and the loud sound of a quinjet engine. "No," I gasped, quickly running to get to Tom's bedroom window. Just as I arrived a quinjet moved down in front of it.
"Beep beep," Tony said into the phone. "your ride's here."