Unexpected // An MCU Story (Book One)

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Waking up in the hospital was both rather uncomfortable and honestly unexpected. I thought for sure I wouldn't make it out of that car alive. But when I opened my eyes to the small bright room I realized the universe had better plans.

I slowly blinked, still not fully understanding what was going on. The last thing I remembered was someone finding me, so putting two and two together I realized I was in a hospital.

I looked to my left to see someone in my room with me, writing something down on a clipboard. I opened my mouth to speak when the realization of what happened to my mom rammed into me like a train. 

The image of her body dangling above me burned behind my eyes as I stared straight ahead. My mom was gone. I had just gotten her back and she was gone again. But this time it was different.

This time I couldn't tell her about my day when she cooked herself dinner, looking right through me as if I weren't there. I couldn't curl up next to her on the couch pretending that she knew I existed. I couldn't pretend that everything was normal when it clearly wasn't but that was okay because at least I had Peter and Aunt May and-

Oh god.

Peter and Aunt May.

My throat started to close up as my mind wandered back to the last thing my mother told me.

You cannot contact anyone you know from where we used to live.

What?

I mean it. No one. No. I know what you're thinking. No. Not even Peter and May. Especially not Peter and May, if you want them safe.

Mama, no! I'm sorry! Whatever I did, if I made you mad or something to make you stop talking to me, I'm sorry. Just- please, Mama. Don't make me leave them. Please.

I'm sorry, it's too dangerous. Contacting them will put them in danger. Immediate danger. You cannot contact them. Do you understand?

My mother was dead. I had no other family. I couldn't go back to Peter and Aunt May. I couldn't go back to my old house. I couldn't do anything but cry. So I did.

I stared at the wall across from me and cried, not making a sound. 

I cried for my mother. I cried for Peter and Aunt May who didn't know where I went or what happened to me or if I was even alive. And I cried for myself, as pathetic as I felt.

I clenched my jaw, trying to stop but eventually I gave up.

"Oh, sweetie, you're awake." A voice said from beside me, tearing me from my thoughts. I turned my neck as far as it could go through the pain (which wasn't very far at all) and looked at her from the corner of my eye, tears still streaming down my cheeks.

She pressed a button on the wall and sat down in a chair next to me to ask me some questions. I didn't even hear her, just staring and crying, not having the energy to try to listen. All I could focus on was how her hair was the same shade as my mother's, and that I would never see her again.

I was pulled from my thoughts yet again by a word that had made my heart jump, but I couldn't remember what she had said.

I furrowed my eyebrows a little and tilted my head to the side, trying to show my confusion without using words.

"Your family?" She repeated, sympathy in her eyes. "Do you have any family to come get you?"

Family. Oh.

I hadn't even thought about that part. I knew I couldn't go back, but where was I going to stay?

I shook my head slightly, noticing the tears had stopped and I just felt numb.