I'm Faster

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Someone shoot me now! Please make a bomb go off and seriously injure me so I don't have to go to this dinner. Why? Why? Why? Clearly, I was the only one panicking, Bucky is nonchalant about the whole thing. Man, I hate him right now. I sat on the floor by Bucky's feet he was currently lounging in an easy chair. Two feet away from me is Wanda with Pietro sitting next to her. My leg was bouncing so fast I could smell smoke coming from the rug. Can we hurry this up!
"Della, how are you adjusting to the new place," asked the very brave Steve Rogers.
I took a deep breath while everyone hushed waiting for me to fuck up.
"Fine." Why did everyone feel the need to stare at me?
"I like your new hair color," Wanda whispered quietly. "And eye color?"
"Thanks." I hate being like this, I'm a really talkative person but with people I haven't seen or I don't trust them, I just freeze. I felt someone tap my arm.
"Are you ok?," Bucky to the rescue.
"I'm fine."
He eyed me. "Your leg says otherwise."
Damn my bouncing leg. "I'm just hungry I guess." Which isn't a lie, ever since I got Pietro's powers I've been hungrier and I have more energy to do things.
"Pizza's here!" Tony shouted. Finally! Everyone grabbed their share and ate. The team talked amongst one another, Bucky occasionally said something to me every now and then but I kept mostly to myself. I finished with my share of the food so I faked a yawn and got up from my spot.
"Uh, thanks for the food. Good night," I turned away but Steve spoke up.
"We're sorry, Della. We listened to an order that was out of line."
Shit, I clenched and unclenched my hands before turning around to face them. "You were only doing your job and were afraid of the consequences. It's fine." I started to walk away.
"There's still dessert coming if you want," Steve added gently.
Hell. I turned back around and put on a small smile. "Ok." Why was I so damn hungry? Thor hooted and this dinner commenced once again. I sat back down and Bucky patted my back. I rolled my eyes. While everyone was talking I decided to do a little snooping, using my heightened senses I got up and poured myself a drink. Whoever I passed along the way will give me the chance to smell what they're feeling.
Thor- happy
Pietro- happy
Wanda- a smidge of fear
Not bad, eh? When I sat back down I took this chance to enter some minds. I couldn't do Pietro's, Wanda's, or Clint's so I took a chance on Thor's. I wanted to know if their invitation to dinner was sincere. I poked around in his brain for the metaphorical book he had on me. It was an eyesore. He genuinely missed me and I could see how much the team missed me when I was kidnapped. The day they found out that I was showing up in random places all over the world nearly broke my heart. The way Pietro reacted when that agent said everyone wanted to get their hands on me, how everyone got emotional when they realized where I was, it just showed me their loyalty. I fast forwarded to now and saw their plans to make amends and how they wanted to get to know me again. They truly did miss me. When I left Thor's brain I caught his eye and smiled. He smiled back and raised his glass up.
"A toast, to Della. You've fought and clawed your way through hell, may we never lose you again." Everyone raised their glasses and cheered. I rubbed at my eyes because I could smell everyone's love for me which made me want to cry.
"Thank you, Thor."
So we ate cheesecake and they asked me about what happened while I was there. I told them about my daily routine and showed Wanda who Ansel was. I showed her using the mind swap ability. She watched how kind he was to me, how beautiful his power really was, and how he took care of me.
"I am so sorry, Della," she gasped out.
"I could've healed him but he told me not to. He wanted to be free." Everyone either looked down or at their plates. It was a terrible move on their part but you cant change the past. You have to move cautiously to the future now.
"We're gonna have to tighten security on this place," Tony sighed.
We all nodded in agreement. We can't risk losing one of our own.