❝don't die on the
subway. ❞
candlelight ✗ zhavia ward

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rogue⇢ p.p

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I sat on the balcony staring down at the traffic ridden roads at only seven in the morning. I felt much better then the day before, stronger almost.
I could hear Peter hesitate to walk closer to me as I sat in a comfortable grey chair with a fluffy blanket over my legs.

"Yo-you okay?" He spoke from behind me.

"Should be." I answered bluntly as the soft morning breeze played with my short raven black hair. I adjusted the glasses further up my nose and kept a stiff posture.

"Well I am off to school," He trailed off. "Don't die on the subway," I responded with no emotion. I continued to stare over the balcony not looking at the boy.

"Yeah I'll try not to?" He asked confused at my attempt of humor. I turned my head to look at him for the first time and he stands in the doorway of the glass sliding door.

"Here," I began holding out two notes of money. "Buy yourself something pretty for lunch " I say.

"I am not going to take your money," He shook his head slightly.

"I am not going to miss it Peter its $30,  just take it." I say, annoyed by his humble reply.  Peter stared at the money in my hand for a moment, I could almost see him having an inner debate with himself. The money floated toward him, and without my touch, I used my powers to stuff the money in the pocket of his jacket.

"I am never going to get over that, that is so cool." He said more to himself then me.

"You're going to miss your train," I told the boy. His eyes widdened and he muttered some kind of thank you and goodbye before rushing out the front door.

I looked over the balcony and watched Peter run down the street to the subway, I saw that his backpack wasn't zipped up and his books emptied over the footpath. He struggled to pick them up quickly and shove them in his bag, he grabbed stray pencils and pens. He continued to run down the street leaving a single book behind. I felt a small tug at my lips because of his dorky behavior but it quickly subsidies, I didn't smile or laugh much especially with people I had only met yesterday.

My powers were limited, the distance the book was from the balcony I was seated on would be impossible for me but something inside told me that maybe today I'd be strong enough to reach it with my mind.

I stared intensely at the book as cars drove past at speeds causing the book to open and pages to spill down the street. But slowly, the pages flew back inside the work book and it came flying towards me. It didn't stop until it was safely in my hands.

I looked down at the chemistry book in disbelief, I was so sure that my powers were very limited with the things I could and could not do. But one thing is for sure, I cannot tell Tony Stark, if he knew my powers were growing he wouldn't let me leave the estate. He thinks I am as dangerous enough as it is.

I heard a knock at the door. If I shut my eyes I was able to see that on the other side of the door was Bucky Barnes. I turned my body to face the door and unlocked it from where I sat on the balcony and watched the man walk inside my apartment.

"Look what the cat dragged in!" I smiled. Bucky rolled his eyes and dumped himself on my white couch and hugged a mustard yellow pillow.

"Cap giving you a hard time again?" I asked standing to my feet. I wrapped the grey fluffy blanket around my body and walked inside standing at the glass siding doors.

"Don't wanna talk about it." He coldly spoke, I felt the anger radiating of him. I decided it would be better if I just left it, I didn't want to get him angier he would most likely break something. Steve Roger's didn't like Bucky coming here, Tony Stark didn't like Bucky coming here. Tony had an unimaginable hate toward Bucky but Bucky and Tony refused to tell me what happened between the two. Tony found Bucky and I's strong friendship strange as he was almost twenty years older then me but Tony just didn't understand that Bucky was more of a fatherly figure to me then Tony Stark could ever be. Not that I am ungrateful for Tony but he restricts me from doing a lot of things, during the first attack on New York six years ago he locked me in a celler underneath the old Stark tower for two days. Bucky would teach me out to defend myself, how to protect myself, he wouldn't try to save me from danger he would make me not afraid of anything. And Tony Stark did not like that.

"You want to watch a shitty 80's horror movie?" I asked in a brightened tone. He didn't answer but I knew he loved watching crappy horror movies. Bucky kept his stiff posture as I flicked through Netflix on the Tv, until I stopped at The Shinning.

"Redrum," I spoke in a creepy child-like voice. "Redrum," I repeated until I earnt a faint smile from Bucky. The Shinning was always our favourite movie, I didn't know why, the graphics are terrible and the movie is seriously just two hours of a woman running around a hotel.

Although Bucky had to leave not even a quarter why though the movie I still enjoyed watching it. I looked out the large window the side of a wall and saw the grey skies. It was raining moderately and my phone began to vibrate. I checked the contact and saw Finn's same pop up.

"Yellow," He spoke like an old white dad. "Yellow is a colour, not a greating." I bluntly answered, still focused on the Tv.

"Shut up, I told you to call me when you wake up," He said angrily. I let my head rest on the back of the lounge.

"I just woke up physcio, I am still in bed." I lied. "Okay well thats a lie because you were active on instagram twenty-three minutes ago," He shot back. I stayed silent unsure as to how to reply to that.

"Yeah exactly. So you are coming out today to a gatho." He said sternly. "Is Bree going?" I asked rubbing a hand over my face. "Well Bree is a good kid and went to school today so you are coming to the gatho with me."

"You are so demanding." I sighed as I thought about actually leaving the estate.

"Don't make me go by myself, we both know how that will turn out." He teased, black mailing me into going with him. Finn is good at starting fights and getting into terrible with the wrong crowds, I would usually have to dig him out of the deep holes he would put himself into.

"Fine," I sighed. "Great come pick me up." Finn says before abruptly hanging up the phone.

Finn slammed the door shut and looked at me with a smug look on his face. "Don't look at me like that asshole," I told him and he looked foward, staring at oncoming traffic.

"Put your seatbelt on," I said coldly before I began to pull out of my parking spot on the side of the road. "Okay four-eyes," He said mocking my glasses.

"Do I need to remind you about that Megan Fox incident?" I say sassily looking at him with wide eyes, daring him to continue. "No, nope thats okay you just keep driving there " I says pointing to the staring wheel.

"Megan," I moan. I began making dramatic sex noises and Finn yelled over the top of me, screaming for me to stop. "Oh Megan!" I screeched.

"Shut the fuck up!" Finn yelled. We both fell to silence. I pushed my lips together tightly, trying to hold back a smile. I looked over to Finn and saw he was doing the same, he looked at me and we soon brust into a fit of laughter.

"Keep your damn wet dreams to yourself," I say looking behind me, cheeking blind spots.

"I really don't wanna be in this car with you right now." Finn grunted and he rested his chin in the palm of his hand, watching the raindrops slide down the passengers side window.