Tw's as usual, tread carefully. Love you all.
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"Till? You around?" Margot asked, setting down the grocery bags and locking the door with the spare key she'd been given.
She could hear the shower running and she'd ran into Rogers' not long ago at the station so it had to be Tilly.
Not wanting to be weird and go in there, Margot sat down and flicked through her dog-eared copy of Alice in Wonderland.
Her and Tilly had planned a cute stay in date, some nice food and some cheesy movies to watch.
She'd picked up ingredients for cookies since that was one of Tilly's favourite things to make.
Tilly had been struggling lately, and leaving the apartment had been a bit of an issue.
Margot had introduced Tilly to those adult colouring books and they'd accumulated quite a collection of those and more pens then they could ever need.
She'd bought the girl a new book, called the Enchanted Forest, and was excited for a nice night in colouring and being with her girl.
Tilly had been a while in the shower and she was debating going to check on her when she heard a soft sob and the sound of glass breaking.
In seconds, Margot was hammering on the door to the bathroom.
"Tilly? Till, I'm coming in." She pushed the door open and stuck her head around it.
The room was so steamed up it was almost impossible to see the blonde, so she stepped inside.
Tilly was standing, fully clothed and drenched head to toe, in the middle of the bathroom.
She'd dropped a mirror and the shards covered the floor.
"Tilly, it's me, Margot." She stepped forward, hands held up in surrender.
"M...Margot-" the girl shuddered, stepping back, her feet crunching into the mirror shards.
Margot winced and touched her arm. The skin was bright red and hot to the touch, like she'd been sitting under boiling water for an hour.
She probably had. She should've come in earlier. Should've checked on her.
Margot gently guided the girl to the wall, turning off the water before wrapping her arm around Tilly and leading her outside the bathroom.
Once in the living room, she sat Tilly doen and knelt in front of her, holding her hands.
"Tilly, sweetheart." She said softly. "What's happening?"
"I..." She stammered, shaking her head. "I dunno. I'm wet so...I was in the shower, wasn't I? Or...was I?" She frowned.
"Do you know why you're in your clothes, beautiful?"
"I...felt...heard them talking about me so I...I thought the water would cleanse me. Would make it stop." She whispered.
"Oh, Till, it's okay." She kissed the backs of her hands. "I know it's scary. But you don't need to cleanse yourself, sweetheart, I promise we will figure it out."
"I...broke the mirror." The girl sniffed, wincing as her bloodied feet dug into the carpet.
"I just...I was looking into it. And...they were behind me and I just dropped it. Now...Now I've got even more bad luck, how do I get over that? What if it means I lose you, lose Rogers' and Weaver. Lose myself?"
"You will never lose any of us. Or yourself. You're Tilly. The girl who loves marmalade sandwiches, stops to stroke the stray cats, talks to the troll under the bridge. You're the girl who makes cookies every weekend to give them out to the homeless man down the street. You love flannel shirts and boots. You colour so neatly and so precisely it astounds me how creative you are. You never get tired of the Marvel films, and you think Black Widow deserves her own movie. You like cinnamon on your hot chocolate, rainbow sprinkles on your cupcakes, chocolate syrup on your pancakes. You're kind, and true, and brave. And you will never lose that." She squeezed her hands.
Tilly lifted her head, eyes cloudy with tears. "No?"
"No. Never. I won't allow it." Margot said firmly. "I promise. And I don't break promises." She lifted her pinky finger and after a few moments, Tilly wrapped hers around it.
"Pinky promises are the strongest of bonds. They're unbreakable." Margot said softly.
"Now, let's get you into some dry clothes."
Once they'd both changed into pyjamas, they settled on the sofa.
The bathroom could be sorted out later.
Margot gently cleaned the bottoms of the girls feet, carefully wrapping them up with a bandage.
"There." She said softly, sitting beside her.
"What's in the bags?" Tilly asked softly, leaning into Margot.
"Some treats for my best girl." She hummed.
"Pizza for dinner, candy apples for dessert. Stuff to make cookies. Some fantastic hot chocolate powder. A new colouring book."
"Yeah?" Tilly perked up, reaching for the bags.
"Enchanted forest. It's beautiful."
"You're beautiful." Margot replied softly.
Tilly grinned, flush rising on her cheeks.
"You wanna get all the pens out whilst I plate up dinner?"
The blonde smiled widely and nodded, rushing off to collect everything.
Tilly could sometimes pull herself out of bad days, but sometimes she need the help of her girlfriend.
Margot was always happy to help.
That night, watching Tilly stick her tongue out as she coloured with the precision of an artist, thoroughly enjoy the food, make a mess out of the cookies and nuzzle into her as they watched Avengers Assemble for the thousandth time, Margot realised just how in love with this girl she was.
She had hit the jackpot, and the bad days never ruined the good.
And the bad didn't mean the good was erased.
Bad days, good days, a days in between, Margot would be there for all of them.