Forever

SCARE MYSELF

Bree wakes the next morning to Pietro holding her close around her waist from behind and the comforter squeezed between her fingers. She takes a deep breath and he looks up at the back of her head and starts rubbing up and down her arm.

"Goodmorning." He whispers softly. "You're not feeling any better, are you?"

She sighs and pulls herself free to turn over and be face to face with him as he places his hand on her side.

"A little." She shrugs a bit with a voice just above a whisper.

"New day, we want to make it a good one." He nods and she nods back in agreement.

"I'm supposed to be leaving to record a live version of a few of my songs." She reminds him.

"Oh, yes, I forgot about that." He nods. "That should be fun. Which songs?"

"'scare myself' and 'i hope ur miserable until ur dead.'"

"Ah, a throwback." He raises a brow and she smiles a bit. "That's a good song. Was that written about someone?"

"It's just..." She sighs in thought. "...when you're angry at someone that betrays you...makes you hurt so bad that you just wish that they would get what they deserve."

"So, like your little fans out there?" He smirks and she smiles. "I don't know about you, but I hope they're miserable." He shrugs while pulling her closer and she chuckles. "Making my anjel miserable, I'll kill them all." He threats, making her giggle.

"Fury has just informed the team of a new mission, Pietro, you're needed on the helipad."

He sighs and hits his forehead to her shoulder, making her smile as she places her hand on the back of his head. He lifts it and forces a kiss on her lips before her neck and shoulder and back up to her lips while she laughs with her hand on his cheek.

"Okay, okay, you gotta go." She pushes him back, but he moves back with a smile. "Pietro...go away." She demands between kisses.

"Okay, I'll see you later." He crawls on top of her, but doesn't go away.

"Pietro." She pushes on his chest and he groans. "You'll see me later." She hits him and he sighs before racing away, leaving her with a bright smile and giggle.

-

Bree gets down to the common room soon after, fully dressed and ready to go when she has to, to find Morgan sitting on the couch and Tony just about to walk out.

"Hey, where's Mom?" She furrows her brows.

"She is in New Jersey and you are taking her with you." He points to Morgan with a cheeky smile and Bree's eyes go wide.

"Okay." She shakes her head. "A warning would've been great."

"I didn't know we were leaving." He shrugs and she sighs with a tilted head. "You'll be fine. She's a good listener, you know that."

She stares at him for a moment before turning to Morgan, who has her earbuds in and her tablet in her lap.

"You owe me." She nods with raised brows.

He smiles and pats her shoulder as he steps into the elevator. The doors close between them and she makes her way over to Morgan to crouch in front of her and take out her earbuds.

"We're gonna be leaving soon." She takes the tablet and turns it off. "You ready to finally see me perform?" She asks and she nods. "Okay, let's go get you dressed and then we can go."

She stands and Morgan jumps down for them to head towards the elevator and take it to her parents floor where her bedroom is too.

-

Bree walks into the building with Morgan's hand in hers to greet everyone with a smile as she heads right for the cameras. She places Morgan in a seat and crouches down in front of her while moving her hair out of her little face.

"All right." She sighs. "You're gonna stay here while I'm up there, okay?" She asks with raised brows and she nods.

"What if she has to go to the bathroom?"

Bree turns around in confusion before her eyes go wide with a growing smile at the sight of Marie, her producer friend, standing beside her with a grin. Bree jumps up and throws her arms around her neck with an excited laugh from both.

"You flew up here for this?!" She shakes her.

"And you!" She chuckles before Bree backs up with her hands on her shoulders. "I missed you, kid, it's been so long."

"How long, I don't remember?" She furrows her brows and she chuckles.

"Four months, Bree."

"Oh, yeah!" She whisper-shouts with a jump. "Now, I remember!"

"Anyway." She waves it off and Bree moves her hands. "I will watch Morgan and if she needs to go to the bathroom, I'll watch her."

"Oh, thank you." She sighs in relief and she nods. "Okay, Morgan?" She turns. "I love you..."

"Love you too." She smiles a bit and Marie chuckles adoringly.

"We'll be here for a few hours and when we get home, I'll make you lunch and we can do whatever you want until they all get home, okay?"

"Okay." She nods.

"Okay, good." She nods while backing up. "I'll be back." She points and she nods. "Okay, goodbye."

"Bye-bye." She waves and she smiles while walking off.

-

I still hear your voice, tryna rip my world to pieces. But I'm not your toy, you can break and leave there bleeding. The damage is done, moving on if I'm ready or not. But you drag me through mud, here I come now, I'm petty as fuck.
(I'm petty as fuck) I hope you never fall in love again. I hope you be yourself and lose your friends. I hope they call you out for shit you said. I hope you're miserable until you're dead. I hope you're miserable, oh. So fucking miserable, oh. I hopе you're miserable. I hopе you're miserable until you're dead. Been keeping your shit to myself. If I said it out loud, you'd be burning in Hell. And I can make everybody hate you, almost as much as you hate yourself. But I won't 'cause I know one day it'll come around, but fuck you for now. I hope you never fall in love again. I hope you be yourself and lose your friends (lose your friends) I hope they call you out for shit you said (you said) I hope you're miserable until you're dead. The damage is done, movin' on if I'm ready or not. But you drag me through mud, here I come now, I'm petty as fuck (I'm petty as fuck) I hope you never fall in love again. I hope you be yourself and lose your friends. I hope they call you out for shit you said (you said) I hope you're miserable until you're dead. I hope you're haunted by all your regrets. I hope they fuck you up inside your head. You know I don't forgive, I don't forget. I hope you're miserable until you're dead. I hope you never fall in love again. I hope you be yourself and lose your friends. I hope they call you out for shit you said. I hope you're miserable until you're dead.

-

Hours later, Morgan is with Pepper on their floor and Bree is laid on her front on her couch, almost completely asleep.

She feels a wind and ignores it as her eyes grow heavier until the slow and gentle feeling of someone crawling on top of her appears and she slowly smiles with a tired blink.

"Hi." She whispers and Pietro smiles a bit.

"Hi." He grazes his nuckle over her cheek. "Come on, let's go to bed."

He presses a kiss to her cheek and she sighs as he stands and her body doesn't even move. He smiles while looking down at her and just decides to turn her over and pick her up into his arms, bridal style. He turns off the lights and TV and walks her to her room to lay her down and crawl under the sheets with her.

She rolls onto her side with her head on his shoulder and arm over his chest. She closes her eyes with a small grinning sigh as he pulls out his phone to do nothing as she slowly falls fast asleep beside him.