Short Stories

When They Were Mine

I had been sleeping when it came, the noise. The noise of someone knocking, more like pounding, on my door at 3am. I crawl out of bed and drag myself down the stairs. When I make it to the front door I open it slowly. As I was opening it I saw him. And he did not look well, he looked sick.

"Ok. Get your butt in here now!" I yelled at him. He obeyed within hesitation. "Lay down on the couch. I'll get you a pillow, blanket, a cup of hot chocolate, something to eat, and some Ibptophen. Because I can tell by looking at you, you have a headache." He did as told and I gathered what was needed.

When I returned he was almost asleep. I covered him with the blanket and lifted his head to place the pillow. "Here take this." I handed him the Ibptophen and some water. I sat a bowl of chicken noodle soup on the coffee table along with the hot chocolate. Once he ate and I rinsed the dishes, I sat on the couch. He laid in my lap and I asked him, "Does May know you're here Petey?" He shook his head no. " Does anyone know you're here?" Again he shook his head no. I sighed, "Ok, I'll call May in a little." He nodded his head slightly and fell asleep. Maybe he can sleep it off.

~~~Timeskip to few hours later~~~

Peter was sleeping soundly on my lap when another knock came across my door. I slowly got up, not wanting to wake the young boy. I finally made it to the door and who do I see? My dear redheaded sister Natasha. She always manages to wake up when I just happen to have something else going on.

"Since when do you have a kid? He's a teenager. How did you hide this from me?" Natasha asks. "Yeah, good to see you too. He's 15 and not mine. I take care of him when he comes to my door. We met a few years back. His aunt and I are closer friends. Speaking of which I need to call her so she doesn't worry." I tell her. Me have a kid? Seriously?

"It's weird that he's not yours." She replies. She sits in the chair across from him while I call May. When she answers the phone I explain what's going on, she understood but also wonders why he came to me instead.

"Natasha, please leave him alone he's sick and has a headache. Let him sleep it off. Now what are you doing here? I know it's not just to see me." I said as I sat down next to Peter. She sighed and said, "I need to lay low for a while, I was hoping i could stay with you little sister." I looked at her and immediately knew it had to be bad if she was coming to me. "Of course you can. But if some crazy assissan comes and ransacks my house. You better be the one that gets the assissan. If I do there will be nothing left of them." I say right as Peter starts to stir. "Miss Ivory?" Peter barely spoke. I was immediately at his side "Yes Peter, what is it?" I ask him. He's the only person I have that I'm this close to. He's like my own son.

"Stay." Was all he said. So I sat back down on the couch and he laid down on my lap. Natasha looked at us and smiled. Then my phone rang. I answered it. It was Steve, apparently Bucky was sick. I smirked, knowing Natasha likes him, "Yeah y'all can come over just be quiet we don't want to alert the neighbors." I told Steve. Natasha is going to kill me.

Steve and Bucky arrived about 30 minutes later, when they walked through my door(Steve has a key) Natasha glared at me. I just smiled, Peter caught on a laughed just loud enough to be heard. Once everyone was settled, Peter went back to sleep. Then I hear Nat cough. No. No! She is the worst when sick. I look at her. "Nat? Please tell me you aren't sick too." I tell her. "I'd like to say no, but I'm afraid that would be a lie." She says.

Steve then gets a call and leaves the room. If he gets sick I'm doomed. He comes back coughing. Great. "Great all four of you are now sick, what am I going to do with y'all?" I ask myself. I go and get more blankets and pillows. When I return to the living room there is a knock at the door. Who is it now its like 5 in the morning. I open the door and who is there? The rest of the Avengers, all sick! "I'm not a doctor!" I shout as I let them all in. Why me! I get them all situated and put on a pot of coffee.

Three hours later, so currently 8 am, they are all finally asleep. At least it's quiet or not. "Miss Ivory?" Peter moans. "Yes Peter?" I respond. "Can I have more hot chocolate?" he asks. Darn him knowing I can't tell him no. "Yes Peter." I tell him, I leave to go make it. When I bring him his cup I also refill all the Avengers coffee cups. They are soon awake and boy are they like little toddlers. I take care of them all then I head to my room.

I crawl into bed ignoring there cries. I pull the covers up, not caring they are in my living room. I put on my eye mask to block out the light. I put in earbuds to block out their voices and like a tired mother I fall asleep asking myself how this happened.