❝ just because you don't
have any reguard for your life
doesn't mean others don't.❞
amsterdam ✗ mandolin orange

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rogue⇢ p.p

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"How long have you known her for?" I heard Peter's voice. My eyes where sealed shut and my head felt heavy.

"Around three years, you?" Finn replied.

"About five hours," Peter responded. Finn let out a small chuckle. "First impressions Bonnie isn't the nicest," Finn says.

"Yeah," Peter says awkwardly. I groaned, my body shifting around in the blanket on my body. My eyes squinted but slowly opened, I stared at the grey roof above me. Finn's face was soon in standing over me.

"Oh look she didn't die, alive to fight another day," Finn says dramatically.

"Fuck off dickhead," I replied, sitting up and taking in my surroundings. I was sitting on one of my couches in my living room. The gaint windows facing across the city shows it was dark outside and the city lights shoon on the horizon. My head was dizzy and I blinked a few times to calm my pounding body.

"What happened?" I ask rubbing my eyes.

"You passed out trying to save my damn life, why the hell would you do that?" Finn retorted. Suddenly a wave of sickness came over me, I pushed the blanket aside and stood to my feet on the carpet. I ran down a dark hallway and into the bathroom, quickly turning the light on and my knees made contact with the cold tiles. I soon emptied my stomach into the toilet.

Finn had rushed after me and pulled my short, shoulder length hair back. I wiped my face with some toilet paper and put the toilet lid down, resting my arms over the sit and laying my head in my arms. Finn rubs my back and lets go of my hair. This isn't necessarily the highest point in my life but Finn has seen me in worse situations like that time he had to carry me all the way home because he found me passed out in the gutter almost drowning in my own vomit, that night was a good night before then.

"You better promise me that you weren't gonna be street fighting anymore alright?" I mummbled just loud enough to be audible.

"Bonnie I can't do that," Finn says, his loud and annoying personally soon faded away.

"Finn, if you ever just need money, come to me I'd be more then happy to give you some if it stops you from fighting." I spoke softly.

"Okay, thank you. You really didn't have to do this to yourself to save me," He responded, adjusting his position on the tiled floor to a comfortable one.

"Just because you don't have any reguard for your life doesn't mean that others don't,"

Finn's phone made a noise signaling that he had received a message. He quickly checked his phone.

"I gotta go, Bree needs some help with mum," Finn speaks looking back at me, I nodded understandably. Ever since Finn's father had died suddenly in boat crash when he went fishing with his friends, Finn's mother had never been the same. She spiraled into alcoholism and gambling causing Finn to have to do streets fights to feed his sister and himself. He didn't like it when I showed pity toward him because he had convinced himself that he is tough.

"Thank you, again," He adds. He stands to his feet and looks down the hallway.

"Peter!" He called. "Huh? Yeah," Peter quickly answered as I heard him walk down the hallway. Why is he talking to him?

"You are staying here tonight, there is a spare bedroom just there," Finn says gesturing to a room in the hallway.

"Uh, no he is not staying here," I argued. I lifted my head up and everything was spinning as I tried to focus on the two boys in the hallway.

"For once can you not argue? Bonnie you are sick, you never get sick, I've never seen you sick, ever. I don't think that people like you are meant to get sick," He says gesturing to my powers.

"So he is staying here to keep an eye on you alright?" He adds, he turns around to face Peter.

"Alright?" He asks Peter. Peter nodded slowly almost has if he was afraid to disagree and Finn turned back to me. His arm snaked around my back and his other arm made its way to the back of my knees until I was soon being lifted off the cold bathroom floor.

Finn carried me in bridal style into my bedroom, Peter moved the blankets and Finn placed me inside my soft king sized bed. I leaned over to my bedside table and looked into a small mirror on the table, carefully I removed my contact lenses from my eyes and placed them in there case.

"Alright I am heading off, call me when you wake up, and uh thats about it." Finn says clapping his hands together.

"Bye shithead," He added before he disappeared out the doorway with Peter following awkwardly behind him. I layed back down in my fresh white sheets and turned towards the large windows facing the city lights.

"Hey, uh I don't really know what I am doing here and she scares the hell outta me, come on man don't leave me here. I don't know what to do, what of she gets worse? I am not a nurse." Peter whispers to Finn in the halway.

"You'll figure something out Spider-boy. Also she can hear you." Finn says before I hear him open the front door and leave.

"It's Spider-man!" Peter called after him for I hear him mutter a few 'dammits' to himself.

I stared at my warm toned lamp on my beside table until my eyes grew heavier and heavier.