LOML

I wake up to a text from Trice:☕️ Trice ☕️Hey, sorry about yesterday. I had something to take care of but I would love to hang out again. Want to come to my house later? Maybe at 12:00? Me It's fine. I understand that you're busy sometimes. And yeah, I would like to hang out. See you then!

She likes my message and I smile, happy to be able to see her again. Yeah, I'm a little upset about her canceling on me, but I could never stay mad at her. I quickly change clothes into something more presentable and put light make up on before walking out of my room. Peter is the only one in the living room. I don't even look at him before I go and grab a pop tart. "Good morning... how did you sleep?" He asks smiling.           I swallow what I had in my mouth, "fine I guess."           He nods and hesitates like he wants to say something, but in the end he goes back to looking at his phone. I finish eating and wash my hands before checking the time, I should probably be heading to Trice's now. "Whenever Tony gets his lazy ass out of bed tell him that I'm at my friends house 'kay?" I ask Peter. His eyebrows furrow in confusion, "what friend?" "Er... you met her at lunch, Trice." He nods but doesn't really seem to know how I'm talking about. I walk into the elevator and ride it down to the bottom level before walking outside and waiting for an Uber I had called earlier. The Uber pulls up. "Are you Ashlyn Moore?" The Uber driver asks. I nod and get in the car, slightly nervous for hanging out with Trice. The ride is filled with silence and awkwardness. I'm realized when he stops the car in front of what seems like an expensive house, although not too big. I thank the driver and walk up to the house, knocking on the door. I hear footsteps and finally Trice opens the door. She's wearing a yellow crop top with light blue jeans and white air forces. Over her top she's wearing an unbuttoned grey cardigan. She looked... pretty. I snap out of my daze. "Am I too early?" I ask smiling. She smiles back. "No, never. Come in." She pulls the door open wider and I walk in. She leads me down stairs to a living room where we sit on the couches. After a moment of silence she speaks: "You want a beer?" I hesitate, Tony would get so angry if I drank again... plus I'm underage... but this is Trice. I can't say no to her. I nod and grin. She comes back with two six packs of beer and sets it down on the table in front of us. She turns on the tv to a random show but neither of us pay attention to it, we start talking about random things, school, music, outfits... our love life... I feel myself get more and more comfortable with her, but that might be because of the beer. I can tell I'm drunk but right now I don't car, Trice is so much fun to be around. My mind starts getting foggier and my words slur but I ignore it, I'm captivated my Trices chocolate brown eyes. "Your close with the Avengers right?" Trice asks. "Yeah... pretty close..." I nod. Our thighs are touching and silence falls on the room as we look at each other. I feel something I haven't felt in a while... love. Love for Trice, for the life I've created for myself, for Tony, for the Avengers, and love for the happiness I haven't felt in so long. Trice's face gets close to mine and I don't even think, I close the gap. The warmth of our breath combines with the softness of her lips and I feel ecstatic. Maybe life is good... She pulls away and she has a smile on her face, which I'm sure I do to but my mind is too mushy to think too much about anything right now. I feel my cheeks heat up. "That was... nice." I say after a short pause. "Yeah... it was." She smiles and pushes a stray strand of hair out of my face. "Can I ask you a... personal question? And you'll answer honestly?" I nod immediately. "Of course." She hesitates then speaks, "what would you say is the Avengers biggest weakness?" I open my mouth to speak then close it. "What?" "Like, and this is just hypothetical, if a villain were to try and fight them... how could they win?" My brain short circuits for a second and it takes me a bit to respond. "Why... why do you want to know?" She shrugs but seems more nervous now. "Just wondering... I'm a big fan." I frown and scoot back a bit. "You are... you've never really... told me..." She seems to notice my hesitantly and frowns, grabbing my hands in hers. "What's the matter? Don't you trust me..." I pull my hands away form hers and stand up. "I do I just... I have to go." I turn around but before I can she steps in front of me. "Where are you going?" "Home." I say sternly before trying to push past her. She doesn't move. "Answer my question first." "No. That's not... that's not information I can just hand out to random people." "But... I'm not random. I'm your friend. We kissed." I shake my head in disbelief, "that doesn't change anything." I try to move past her again but she stops my and pushes me back a little. "No. If you're not going to tell me... then you'll just stay here, I'm sure they'll come for you." She says, frowning with her arms crossed. I blink and don't speak for a moment. "What...?" She rolls her eyes, "it's called random dumbass. You're a superhero right? You should know this." "Your... what, a criminal?" I take a step back. She laughs, "I think the correct term is villain but... yeah." A million thoughts go through my head at once but I only speak one. "We... kissed." She smirks. "And clearly that wasn't enough for you to tell me what I wanted to know. Don't take it personally, it's just business." I feel anger course through my veins, "we fucking kissed!" She rolls her eyes, "I heard you the first time. Don't be so sensitive. I never really liked you." "I trusted you... and you betrayed me... how could... how could you?" She laughs and walks over to a cupboard before opening it. "You're so dramatic. It's not like you lost a friend, you just realized you never had one." I feel frozen, even more so when she pulls out a gun. "W-what... what are you doing?" She cocks it and smiles. "Just in case you try to leave before I get what I want from Tony Stark. You're not going to try and leave... right?" "Fuck yes I am! You... you betrayed me a-and hurt me..." I feel embarrassed when tears start streaming down my cheeks. "You acted like you cared but clearly you didn't b-because if you did... if you did you would have never done what you did... you... I trusted you..." She sighs. "Well, sorry I guess but I'm just doing my job." I feel rage overcome the sadness and I take a step forward. "What the fuck are you sorry for?! You meant to do that... you planed that all along..." She nods and smirks, and many things happen at once. Iron Man, Spider-Man, and Natasha Romanoff burst through the door, shattering the wall some and Trice starts shooting anywhere she can see. I can't do much because of how chaotic it is. Concrete and cullet's are flying everywhere, stopping me from being able to move. Finally someone grabs me and starts flying form the house, I'm still sobbing. As I- and whoever picked me up- land on the roof of the Avengers tower,'I collapse onto my knees. I felt... happy. I thought I was going to be happy. Why can I ever just be happy?