Okay, this is an emotional chapter I almost cried thinking and writing about it. Please review, give me some input. Thank you, I love you guy follow me on Instagram at: Percabethfangirl. Enjoy, this isn't going away.
The next morning everyone was up and ready when Stephanie got up, though they didn't blame her, Natasha and Pepper had done a good job wearing her out. (So they think, really it was staying up all night, fighting.) When she got off the elevator to hear the unmistakable sound of MTV, they were introducing the song of the week. Then she heard the most annoying, horrible voice northern North America can produce. She ran to the couch and snatched the remote out of Tony's hand, shutting the TV off as fast a humanly possible.
"What's that about?" Tony asked as Stef fell over the back of the couch.
"It was..." She shivered, "Justin Beiber!"
"Yeah, but, aren't all little girls in love with him?" Then he saw her 'are you stupid look.'
"He is the worst thing to happen to the world!"
"Isn't that global warming?"
"He's worse." Tony cracked up at this.
"Well, if you're done freaking out can I have my remote back?"
She gave it up. Walking into the kitchen she smiled to the other Avengers. She looked tired, pouring her a bowl of life (the cereal), she sat next to Thor. She ate very slowly, compared to how he at his Pop Tarts.
"Mornin'." She said.
"Good morrow, young Stephanie." Thor said.
"Mornin', Stef." Steve said.
"Hey, Thor? Um... Don't they feed you?" Stef eyed his stack of rappers.
"Fairly." He answered.
"Okay, then."
They sat quietly, eating. Slowly Stephanie's hand started moving, like she was playing a piano. Natasha, who was sitting beside her, watched Stef's hand dance across the counter. This went on for a few minutes, then...
"Heart beats fast, colors and promises. How to be brave. How can I love when I'm afraid... To fall watching you stand alone, all of my doubt suddenly goes away some how. One step closer..." She sung softly, not realizing what she was doing, causing everyone to watch her surprised.
No one in the room heard a girl so young sound so beautifully, so in tune, but her Stephanie was singing so maturely, like her voice was 8 years ahead of her. She didn't notice them stop, she didn't even notice she was singing. She finally noticed that everyone in the room was staring, she slowly realized she was singing and stopped looking kind of embarrassed.
"You can sing." Steve said, others nodding.
"Not really." She shrugged.
"Yes, you can." Natasha told her.
She shrugged again.
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*2-months-later*
"Come on, come on. Pick up, please. Come on!" Stef tried for the fifth time to reach her grandmother, and was sent to voice mail, once again.
She paced Tony landing balcony. Occasionally someone would glance up at her, she had been out there for 20 minutes. Still no answer, she was worried. What if something had happened?
"Ugh!" She hit the wall with her hand. As she paced away, she was breathing heavily.
She paced more, back and forth. Back and forth. She paced and paced. She grew more worried and more worried with each passing minute. Then, finally, 46 minutes after first call, her phone rang. Ms. Ketcher, her grandmother's assistant, was on the line...
"Hello?... Is my grandma alright?... What? No, no... Please?" She was whispering and tears shown in her eyes. "No, it can't... Ok, ok... Yeah... Bye."
She hang up and punched the wall. Slowly, she walked inside, tears in her eyes. Phone clutched in her fist, a tear rolled down her face. Looking at her expression on her face was confusing, she was mad, confused, upset and worried, all at the same time. She kept her head down. She almost punched the wall again, but reminded herself: this is dry wall, not titanium like outside.
"Stef? You okay?" Tony asked.
She shook her head.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
She looked up and shaking her head again, tears falling harder. She looked at the faces of concern, all directed toward her. She had grown attached to each person in a different way, and only Steve saw her cry, and that was only once. She didn't want them to see her like this, she ran to the elevator. Tony almost got up to follow, but Natasha stopped him.
"I'll talk to her." Everyone raised an eyebrow. "No offense, but men suck at comforting hurt girls." She went up stairs.
Stef flopped onto her red, white, and blue American flag comforter. Burying her head in the pillow, sobbed and screamed into it. She sat up and throw her phone across the room, then quickly fell back into the pillow. Natasha could hear Stef's cries from the hall in front of the door.
"Stef? You alright?" Natasha asked walking in.
"No." Stef's whispers were muffled through the pillow.
"You need to talk about it? " Tasha sat down on the side of the bed.
There was a shaky breath and Stef sat up, not sure why, but she was going to tell Nat what happened. "My grandmother had a stroke earlier today. She's in the hospital now. She is okay, for now but..." Another breath, "the found something in her brain."
Tasha thought she knew what they found but asked anyway. "What did they find?"
Stephanie swallowed hard, "Brain Cancer."
Loki: *dries tears with cape* No comment.
Me: *sniffs* Great now I'm gonna cry! *takes Loki's cape and blows nose*
Loki: Um... Ew!