"Hello Pietro. It's wonderful to officially meet you" I tell him, giving him a smile. "Now, if you would excuse me, I am in need of a nap."

"Of course, sleep well." He replies, his sokovian accent peeking through.

I thank him and finish the walk to my new room. I open the door to see all of my stuff in suitcases and boxes piled in a corner. The room has a king size bed in the corner, a desk along the same wall, one wall has completely floor length windows, and a bathroom with an attached walk-in closet on the other wall.

I quickly dig through them, finding my blankets and pillows before throwing them on the bed.

I walk over to the bed before hopping on, intending to nap for as long as I possibly could.

(Harley's dream/memory)

"No! No! Please!" Younger me pleads with my mother. "Please don't leave me here." I beg.

'Shut up! You will stay here until you decide to not scream and cry every time you see a dead person. You WILL learn to use your abilities." She yells at me. She tosses twelve year old me into a burial crypt before backing out and somehow locking me in.

I scramble to the corner, away from the strangers standing around me, most of which were muttering prayers and screaming, reliving their deaths. Several of them were covered in blood, or had some kind of fatal injury, while few were lucky enough to have died from natural causes.

I pull my knees to my chest, burying my face to try to stop crying. The ghosts won't stop being so loud.

I feel myself start panicking and suddenly I feel like I can't breathe. I start hyperventilating, trying to calm myself. Nothing is working. It's too loud. They won't stop screaming. And praying. Over and over again. The same thing. It won't stop. All of a sudden, one of them notices me.

"Please. Help me. They killed me." The woman begs me, sobbing. She has an obvious bullet wound to the head. "Help me. HELP ME." She screams at me.

Then more and more ghosts start noticing me, starting to beg me to help them. To find their families. They all want something. And they're all screaming at me.

Sobs overtake me as I try to ignore them but being unable to. I can barely see anything with how many tears are streaming down my face.

All of a sudden, light floods through the crypt. My mother's angry face peered through.

"Incompetent bitch! What is so difficult about this? Block them out and ignore them! It's not hard!" she screams at me, walking in to grab my arm. She roughly pulls me up by my wrist, pulling me out towards her car. Apparently I was locked in there for at least three or four hours. It felt like days.

She tosses me into the backseat of her car before speeding off home. I can tell that she's angry. She always is. She doesn't understand my abilities.

She claims to be an expert at understanding abilities since everyone on her side of the family has them, but never the same. Everyone has the same basic abilities: super strength and advanced senses, though everyone has at least one other special ability. Hers was telekinesis.

We didn't even know all of my abilities yet. It was foretold by a great grandmother who could read the future that one of the future daughters would have more powers than anyone else in the family. Apparently it was me. Though I am not a girl. My mother thinks it's her job to make sure that I am perfect at using my powers, no matter what she has to do.

I'm brought out of my thoughts by my mother slamming her car door shut before pulling me out and into the house. She shoves me into the tiny closet that served as my room before locking me in. She wouldn't feed me for the next day or two, like she always did when I wasn't perfect.

I was roughly woken up an hour later by my mother, who was screaming in my ear. "Come on girl!"

"For the last time, Mother! I am not a girl!" I scream at her, fed up. "I am nonbinary! I use they/them pronouns. I am more of a boy than a girl! Call me a girl again and you'll regret it." I glare at her, pulling my arms to my chest.

I was sick and tired of the way that she was treating me. She had been this way since Dad had left us four years ago. She took her anger out on me, though it was her fault that he left. Though I wish she had taken me.

"You will not talk back to me you stupid bitch!You are a girl! You were born a girl! There's no such thing as 'nonbinary' and that shit!"

My cheek was suddenly stinging as my face was slapped. I lift my hand to my face, shocked. It wasn't the first time she had hit me, but it still surprised me everytime.

"Talk back to me again and you'll be living on the streets! Or better yet! Dead!" She pushes me back into the closet, barely missing me when she slams the door in my face.

Tears start streaming down my face once again as I sit down on the small mattress.

I fall out of bed, screaming, with a loud thud. I scramble into the nearest corner, rocking myself back and forth, trying to calm myself down. I had nightmares often, but this was one of the worst since it was actually a memory.

My door bursts open with Bucky, Yelena, and Natasha run in, weapons at the ready. They quickly lower their guns when they see me in the corner, burying my face in my knees trying to stop the tears.

Natasha quickly walks over to me, the others following suit, before kneeling down beside me. "Are you alright?" She asks quietly.

I nod my head, "S-Sorry I disturbed you. I-I'll try not to again." I look down, not wanting to see any of their reactions to my words.

"We all have nightmares, Harley. Several of us wake up screaming. You didn't disturb anyone." Natasha pulls me into a hug, Yelena joining.

Bucky sits against the wall next to me, "If you ever need someone to talk to, we're all here."

"Thank you." I say, wiping the tears off my face.

"Do you need anything? Do you want one of us to stay with you for longer?" Yelena asks me quietly, stroking my short hair away from my face.

"Can somebody stay for a bit longer please?"

"Of course, I'll stay." Yelana tells me, pulling me to lean on her shoulder. "Do you want to watch a movie or something?"

I nod my head. I watch Natasha and Bucky back out of the room as Yelena helps back back into the bed before grabbing my laptop from the desk.

We got comfortable on the bed before turning on HeartStopper, which I had been wanting to rewatch and Yelena had never seen before.

After the first few episodes, I fall asleep with my head on Yelena's shoulder.

Thank you for reading! Here is more of Harley's backstory! I've decided that Harley is going to be Ace. Bye! :)