❝ when your parental guardian is
Tony Stark you can do whatever
the fuck you want. ❞
sweet creature ✗ harry styles

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rogue⇢ p.p

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"I thought we where going back to my apartment," Peter says quietly as he struggled to keep up with me on the stairs going up.

"Gotta get the car keys," I bluntly replied as we reached the top of the stairs and stared down a large hallway of doors. The floor was grey concrete and the ceilings are high with some hanging lights from the high roof. The hallway was empty but clean I stared down the end of the hallway where my apartment door was. None of the Avengers live here anymore, after the public turned against them they went into hiding. I haven't seen any of them for months, they probably don't even remember I exist.

"It's so cool that you get to live here," Peter said in an attempt for conversation, desperately trying to even out the awkward tension that he is imagining in his head. I ignored his comment and walked toward the door into my own apartment inside the avengers estate. My apartment was second from the top with Tony and Pepper above me, sometimes I would hear them arguing, or worst things; they really need in invest in thicker walls.

Peter's jaw gaped open with the large luxurious living space in front of him. The main colours where white with mustard yellow tones, mustard yellow being my favourite colour. The area was mostly open with only a wall dividing the kitchen away feom the living room and dining room. Peter stood at the door taking in the area as I threw my back pack onto the lounge but it had missed and fell on the floor. Wires, motherboards, spare parts and a few packets of food fall onto the carpet. I looked over to my bag and frowned, turning my head I saw the small bowl of keys that was beside the door on a wooden table. I watched Peter as he walked slowly towards the Australian artworks on the walls and small sovereigns.

"You like Australia?" Peter questioned following the trail of artworks and paintings on the walls, some were landscape painting and others were aboriginal works.

"No," I hummed finally finding the keys and shoving them in my jacket pocket. Peter frowned in confusion but decided not to question it.

The walk to the carpark was silent. My mind focused elsewhere, staring of into space thinking about things that I hadn't thought about in a long time, my past. I shook my head and blinked a few times before following Peter out the doors and into the garage.

Peter admired the expensive cars all lined up in parking spaces. He stood and stared at a red Porsche his finger tips brushing against the shiny pigmented hood of the car. Each car was in perfect condition clean and shinny you would be able to see your reflection in them.

I came to a stop at my car, a mustard yellow jeep wrangler, my car seemed to be a petrol station compared to all the other cars. I hated expensive cars, I always thought they were ugly. I looked back and saw Peter admiring the car as he bent his knees to take in the car at all angles.

"Spider boy lets go!" My voice echoes through the large garage and his head whipped towards me as I got into the drivers side of the jeep. He jogged over to the passenger side door and opened it.

"I didn't think that people our age are allowed cars like this," He frowned looking around at the large car I was inside.

"When your parental guardian is Tony Stark you can do whatever the fuck you want," I say putting the keys in ignition and hearing the car roar to life. Peter quickly got inside and shut the door beside him.

"It's a nice Jeep, I like the colour," He said over the bubbling engine. I pulled out of the carpark and the garage door shut behind us.

"Queens?" I questioned. "How did you...?" He trailed off looking at me but then redirecting his gaze to the road.

In the next few minutes Peter would discover what a reckless driver I am.

"Could you slow down a little?" Peter asked politely while he cling onto the handle on the roof.

"I am doing the speed limit," I replied simply before my phone began to ring, the song Confidence by Ocean Rally sounded through the car. I picked up my phone and pressed it to my ear.

"What are you doing? That is illegal," Peter panicked.

"What?" I said over the phone ignoring Peter's last statement. "Hey Bonnie you gotta get down here the fights are really heating up and Finn is next, he is betting a whole lot you gotta come see this," My friend, Bree said all in a quickened mess. I felt Peter's heavy eyes on me as he listened to everything that was being said.

"I can't right now, Bree I am busy and just make sure the fucktard doesn't die, yeah?" I replied staring at oncoming traffic.

"Alright your loss," She said before quickly hanging up. I threw my phone into the middle console and continued to drive like nothing had happened.

"What was all that?" Peter asked with wide eyes.

"A friend," I bluntly answered while he turned a corner. I would have to be in the car with him for another half an hour, please end me now.

I turned the radio on to prevent him from talking to me the entire ride. The streets where surrounded with apartment buildings and I looked at each one of them, not needing Peter's input on which one was his.

"Wha-Wait whoa how did you know where I live?" He quizzed almost tripling over his own questions.

"You talk to much," I say parking on the side of the road and turning the engine off.

"Hurry up," I coldly say. "You not coming in?" Peter asked. "Why would I? Then I have to talk to your family,"

"Aunt May isn't home," Peter replied unclicking his seatbelt. "What about your Uncle?" I responded. Peter's eyes quickly met mine and I saw something quickly flash over his eyes while he stared blankly at me.

"He's not home either," He replied snapping out of the trance he was just admitted into.

"How do you know where I live and who I live with?" He asked opening the passenger side door.

"Your mind is very loud," I answered exiting the vehicle. We walked inside the small lobby with ugly wallpaper and old floorboards and I followed Peter up the stairs. The stairs felt as if they went on and on but no complaints where mentioned while he reached our desired destination on the seventh floor. I stood outside a door while Peter fumbled around in his pockets.

"It's in your left jean pocket," I pointed out, and surely enough there they were. Peter gave me a quick look of gratitude before opening the door and walking inside.

I looked around the small area, it was a cozy and warm apartment. Most of the furniture cluttered closely together in the area, Peter quickly speed walked towards a door which was slightly ajar.

My eyes fixed on photos hanging on the walls and sitting on top of cabinets. Some photos included Peter with his aunt and uncle but others where of Peter's aunt with a women. I had a strong feeling that this women was Peter's mother but my powers where limited as they were not able to tell me how she had died. The frame the photos where kept in where old and golden colour began to flake away showing the black inside of the frame.

I left the photos alone and walked towards Peter's bedroom. I heard loud shuffling happening in a room with the door was slightly ajar as natural light peaked through it I crept up to the door and stood in the doorway. Peter rushed around his room shoving clothes into a backpack, his head whipped up towards me and then searched around his room for more of his things.

"Jeez relax I haven't got anywhere to be, do you?" I questioned. "Uh yeah its just... uh you told me to hurry so uh thats what I was doing," He says rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I told you to hurry up because of my attitude, it doesn't really go away," I told him as he strung his open bag over his shoulder and squeezed past me in the doorway.

He moved further down the hallway and walked into what I asumed to be a bathroom and walked back out again while he threw a tooth brush into his bag and zipped it up.

My phone had soon began to ring again as Peter stood beside me out the front of his door I stared down at Bree's contact name and already knew something bad at happened, I could feel it. I answered the phone.

"Is Finn okay?" I quickly asked. "No no no, Bonnie you have to get here now he's in pretty bad shape and I can't keep him awake," She sobbed through the phone.

"Bree, Bree where are you?" I asked trying to sound as calm as possible while I speed walked out the door and Peter shut it behind himself, following me tightly.

"Uh in an alley on the east side," She barely speaks. "Hey Finn, Finn stay awake okay? Bonnie is on her way," She speaks to Finn.

My feet speed down the steps as Peter struggled to keep up with me I jumped down the last flight of stairs and ran out to my mustard yellow Jeep and hurried inside. The second Peter had shut the passenger side door I speed down the highways, dodging cars and going significantly over the speed limit.

"I am in the car now it's okay, I'll be there soon." I assured the panicked girl over the phone.

"Whoa Bonnie maybe you should slow down a little," Peter mentioned as he clung onto the roof handle.

"Shut up Peter!" I yelled rudely. For the rest of the elongated drive, Peter did not speak one word.

"I have just gotten into Manhattan now," I told Bonnie. "What? Where were you?" She cried.

"That's not important right now." I responded as cars beeped there horns at me while I turned suddenly down a smaller, quieter street.

"I can hear your car," Bree said as her hopes finally rised. The tires came to a screech as I quickly parked the Jeep and hung up the phone, I jumped out of the car.

"Where are yo-" Peter began. "Stay here," I said firmly before running up the street a little. This area of Manhattan wasn't the best as many street fights and drug deals are committed around here. But this is were I do spend most of my time.

I turned down darkened alley, I see two shadows of bodies and my legs broke into a sprint, the damp concrete beneath me thudded with my intense desire to get to my friends.

"Bonnie," Bree called out. I soon reached them and hung up on my phone, tucking it into my back pocket. Finn was laying on the ground, his upper half of his body leaning against an abandoned car as his eyes where sealed shut. Bruises and cuts littered down his face, as the longer I stared at the boy the worse his injuries seem to become. I almost had not recognised him with his swollen face and battered body.

"Look," Bree said softly as she opened up his navy blue button up shirt, his torso a mixture of blues and purples.

"Oh my god," I whispered to myself. "There's something going on in there," Bree says pointing at is horrible torso injuries.

"I don't know if I can do it Bree," I whispered. "What? You have too, we can't go to a hospital, we can't." She said softly through her tears.

"I've never healed broken ribs or internal bleeding before, I don't even know if my powers go that far," I spoke sadly. I heard footsteps behind me, I whipped around and saw Peter slowly walking toward us.

"I said stay in the car!" I yelled angrily. Peter seemed taken back by my sudden outburst but he kept a brave face.

"Thought that something bad had happened, I needed to help," Peter whispered. I turned my head back to Finn, Bree grabbed my hand and brought it to Finn's torso. Peter knelt down beside me and watched. I slowly shut my eyes as my hand had made contact with Finn's skin. My eyebrows scrunched together as I tugged on my lip and concentrated as hard as I was able to.

"It's working," Bree exclaimed as she ran her fingers over Finn's healing skin.

My body began to strain, Finn's pain now absorbing into my body. My hands became shakey and I scrunched my face to keep my eyes shut. The pain began to increase dramatically and I struggled to keep quiet. Suddenly, I felt everything stop, I slowly opened my eyes to see Finn's unjured face and torso. I was weak and light headed, I stood upright and a sudden rush of weight went to my head.

I don't remember what happened next, all I remember was falling, and then darkness.