I CANT BELIEVE ITS BEEN MORE THAN A MONTH SINCE I UPDATED THIS I'M SORRY! But I'm updating it now so no hard feelings right?

Trigger warning: This chapter contains a scene of someone having a panic attack, I don't have panic attacks so I don't know if this will trigger them, if you are prone to panic attacks than read at your own discretion.

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 Kennedy's POV

"Whatever you say Firecracker." Tony replies. I pull away from the hug to look at his face.

"What?" I ask as I sniffle and wipe the tears from my cheeks.

"That's why we came here," Pepper says, cracking a small smile, "We've started filing to adopt you, that is, if you'll have us." A fresh round of tears starts to fall from my eyes as I look at them in disbelief, their faces are sympathetic, yet filled with excitement.

"When can we leave?" I ask, trying to stop the flow of tears.

"Right now if you're ready, there's still paperwork to do, but we pulled some strings so you can come back with us." Tony smiles and squeezes my hand.

"Thank you." I gasp with relief, still crying. They sit with me, hugging and comforting me until I get my hysterics under control. Then they help me get my backpack, and lead me out of that horrible building. I don't look back as I slide into Tony's lamborghini, I never want to see that place again.

The drive to the tower is quiet and somber, none of us knowing what to say. I stare at the leather seat in front of me, trying not to think about anything that has happened in the past three weeks. The humming vibration of the car is calming, but my cheeks are still burning from the hot tears that stained my face moments earlier. It's dark when we pull up to the tower, I get out and look up at the huge building in front of me, with the huge letter A lighting up the night, and it finally settles in my mind that I'm home. I let out a long relieved sigh. I feel so drained, physically and emotionally, and I want nothing more than to collapse into my bed and forget all the terrible things. Tony holds the door for Pepper and me to walk into the lobby and I immediately jump back when I'm met with a deafening cry of,

"Welcome home!" My hands go over my ears and my heart speeds up again. Most of the Avengers are standing in the lobby to greet me. They all seem so happy, how can they be so happy? Seeing them doesn't cheer me up, it just makes me want to cry again, I don't want to talk to them, I don't want to watch them be happy. Tony sees the distress on my face, and hurries in front of me before the others can bombard me with welcomes.

"Guys, guys, calm down, the surprise is over, she's not in the mood." They obediently stop shouting.

"You can go up to your room and rest if you like, you don't have to talk to anyone now." Pepper whispers in my ear. I nod and make my way past everyone to the elevator. I can feel their curious and concerned gazes on me until the elevator door closes. I walk slowly down the hall and open my bedroom door. Everything is exactly as I left it, even the clothes I put on the bed are still there. I set down m backpack and wander around the room for a moment, taking in the comforting familiarity that surrounds me. I can't believe it's only been three weeks since I left. I go into the bathroom and take a long, relaxing, hot shower. The water washes away the tear stains from my face, and leaves me feeling refreshed. When I finish with my shower I slip into my pajamas, the soft comfy feeling of fabric just makes me want to cuddle up and fall asleep. The events of the last few days leave me feeling like I haven't slept in weeks. I plop down face first on my bed and take a deep breath of the familiar fabric softener on the sheets. Just as I close my eyes to sleep, there is a knock at my door. I roll over with a sigh.

"Come in." I say in an annoyed tone. The door swings open and Peter appears.

"Sorry, Pepper told me to bring you some leftover pasta from dinner." He apologizes and hands me the pasta.

"Thanks," I sit up a little, looking at the bowl, then back at him, "Why didn't you call? I ask him the question that has bothered me since I left. He sits down on the bed and looks at his lap.

"Tony and Pepper told me about their plan, and I didn't want to accidentally say something and ruin the surprise, but now I wish I'd called, I'm sorry." He looks up at me, his brow furrowed with sympathy. "Tony told us about your brother," A stab of pain runs through my chest at his words, "You don't have to talk about it, I just wanted to tell you that it'll be okay, I know that sounds cheesy, but it will. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but eventually, it'll be okay.

"How do you know? It got better last time but how many people can someone lose before it stops getting better?" My eyes start to burn again as I speak. I meet Peter's eyes, they are brimming with sincerity and understanding.

"I don't know. But I do know that I lost both my parents, and my uncle Ben. And sure it still hurts to think about them, But it got better, I'm okay, you will be too." I sniff and wipe the stray tears away.

"We found out he had a lung disease when he was four, he's been in the hospital full time since he was five. I only got to see him once after our dad died, and when I ran away it was hard to get any onfo on him." I pause and let out chuckle at the cruel joke that is life. "He would have been 11 next month." Peter leans over to hug me and I hug him back, both of us trying to comfort each other. He lets go and stands up.

"I bet you're tired, I'll let you sleep." He he flashes a sad smile which I try to return, before he leaves me alone in the room. I'm still to nauseous to be able to eat, so I set the pasta on the bedside table.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. would you turn the lights off." The room immediately goes black and I sink back into the comfortable bed. But as soon as my eyes are closed, thoughts start to fill my head. Thoughts of Jason, of my father, of the orphanage. I try to think about something else, but no matter how hard I try my mind keeps returning to those thoughts. All I want to do is sleep, why can't I just sleep? I squeeze my eyes shut as the thoughts of death bombard my mind. My fingers start to feel like they are being stabbed with hundreds of needles. My eyes spring open and I look around the dark room. It's too dark, I'm alone. My heart beats faster and faster. I try to take a deep breath but I can't, my breath won't come. I don't know what's happening, I can't breathe, it hurts. My eyes dart around the room, the shadows, the darkness, the death. I'm going to die, I can't breathe. I grip at my chest, my heart is going to explode. It hurts, I'm scared, I need to get out of here. I push away my covers and stand up. The world is shaking, I can't stand up. It's dark I'm alone, I can't breathe. I have to get away, I'm gonna die. I start to move forward and the darkness loses in on me. I try to grip the walls as I stumble down the hallway, I can't find them, where are they? My chest burns, I'm scared, so scared. The world lurches and I'm falling. My heart, it hurts A screech erupts in my ears. Now there's blinding light. I'm hot, I'm burning, I'm gonna die. I'm down stairs. I can't breathe, my throat is burning, my whole body is burning. I see Tony.

"You okay Firecracker?" I hear him, he's far away. I open my mouth, nothing happens, I can't talk, I can't breathe. What's wrong with me? Stabbing pain in my chest. I'm burning up.

"I'm gonna die." I grab my chest. Pepper. She's coming for me. She grabs me. No, I have to get away. I can't breathe. I'm burning. And his voice again.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. run vital scan." I breathe as fast as I can, I need air. There is no air. More hands on me. Holding me still. I can't. I have to get away. Another voice.

"Vitals are normal aside from heightened heart rate." Too loud, my ears ring. I'm falling, no, a chair. I found it, hold on to it, don't fall. My heart, my heart hurts.

"Kennedy, you're gonna be okay, don't worry." Their voices. I have to calm down, I can't. What's wrong? My heart, I can't breathe, I'm scared.

"I'm scared." I'm choking, I can't talk. What's happening?

"There's nothing to be scared of." Why? Why am I scared? I don't know. I'm afraid, I have to get away. I'm gonna die. I squeeze my eyes shut. I'm gonna die, I can't keep breathing. I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die.

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