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Cap making sure his boyfriend is okay mid battle.
West Coast Avengers issue #80
Tony Starks Daughter- Series One~
Warnings: cussing, and Loki(lmao he needs a warning)
Story Plotline: This is around age of Ultron, but its a little different Loki joins the avengers at Starks Tower to enjoy human life, one of his punishments, but he meets Tony Starks 21 year old daughter, but who very much like her father, but except was falling for Loki a little bit everyday.
Ps: So I know Loki, Scott Lang, or Spiderman is in age of Ultron but I just really love the dynamic, think of it as a secret universe telling the age of Ultron story, I hope you enjoy, I’m hoping to make this a long series so come long to enjoy this with me
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Being the daughter of Tony Stark was hard enough but being in the Avengers tower where they all treated you like a daughter was way worse. I was treated like a child most of the time when I was in fact 21 years old, so being treated like a child was the worst thing to feel as a 21 year old girl. I heard a soft knock on my door while I sat on my phone scrolling through my social media.
“Yes?” I ask lifting my head a bit to look towards the door. Peter perks his head in smiling a bit.
“H-Hey Y/n, Mr. Stark told me to fetch you.” I scrunch my eyebrows confused.
“Why didn’t he just ask Jarvis?” I usually ask if dad asked Jarvis to fetch me whenever it wasn’t so important but it must be serious if he asked Peter to fetch for me.
“I-I don’t know Miss Stark he just asked me to fetch you.” Peter looked nervously at her.
“Peter you can call me Y/n I’ve told you this a million times kid.” I chuckled at the kid in front of me, he was definitely a shy one, but whenever his Spiderman came out he was more confident as Spiderman then peter parker. “Alright I’m coming I guess.” I mumble under my breath. Peter smiled confidently, opening the door for me. I head downstairs at dad’s little lair as I called it, even though he hated that I called it that “sounds like something for bad guys, and I definitely am not that Y/n” he would say each and everything time I said the name. “Hey dad, you asked for me?” I ask strutting into the room, hands in pocket.
“Ah my beloved daughter, you’ve been trapped in your room, I just missed ya.” He says as he was building god knows what.
“Alright dad, what do you need?” I giggled, rolling my eyes at my humorous dad.
“Well, it's not what I need, more like a warning daughter.” He stopped the humor and looked at me seriously. I cock my head to the side like a lost puppy.
“And that is?” I sit down on the chair next to him straddling the seat.
“Well, Loki..” I wide my eyes mostly in anger, mostly in fear.
“Loki?! Is he back?” I stood up from my chair picking at my cuticles.
“No… I mean well yes but not like that, He’s going to be staying here, I’m not too fond of the idea, but Thor says he really is changing, that maybe normal human life would be good for him.” Dad says playing with his tools looking at her with concern. “I just want you to stay away from him, I have no idea if he’s changed or not, but I don’t want him around my daughter.” Dad strictly states putting his tools down and standing up.
“He’s changed? After ya know killing thousands of people, we’re just going to welcome him here after that?!” I exclaim rubbing my forehead a headache starting to form. “Dad I don’t know about this, how are we sure we’re going to trust him?” I turn my back on my dad still rubbing my forehead, it starts to hurt worse then it just did before. “Alright dad there shouldn't be any problem staying away from him.. When is he coming?” My dad starts mumbling under his breath, I face him “Dad when is he coming?” Dad chuckled a bit, rubbing the back of his head.
“Right now?” As he said that I heard a booming voice.
“HEY GUYS LOOK MY BROTHER IS HERE TO ENJOY THE MORTAL WORLD!” I hear Thor boom. If looks could kill it would kill my dad.
“I’ll yell at you later, we have to introduce a stupid God guest or whatever they’re called.” I scoffed my dad keeping his distance from me feeling the heat burn of my body with anger. I walk up with my dad back to the main living room. I cross my arms stomping like a child up the stairs… maybe that’s why everyone thinks I’m a child…
“Oh looky what we have here Loki, we swear we missed you, especially since you left your mark on everyone here in New York.” My dad retorts. I widened my eyes at the low remark my dad made. I look up from the ground staring at the stupid go- oh my god, he was gorgeous. Fuck why did he do what he did. His hair was long silk black, he was tall and lanky, he wore this beautiful black suit that hugged his amazing figure. Loki looked up, locking eyes with my own. I tug at my sleeves a little taken back at his eyes, I couldn’t even look him straight in the eyes for some reason they imitated me. “I don’t know if you’ve met my daughter Y/n, but you are not to go anywhere near her, got me?” Loki crosses his arms, smirking slightly. My dad lifts his eyebrows, also crossing his arms walking closer to Loki. “Got me? Loki the emo.” Thor widens his eyes looking at the stance between the two, basically one trying to be more dominant then the other.
“Alright alright, he understands, don't ya brother!” Thor booms excited. Loki just nods, keeping quiet but observing the room around him. The whole crew eventually comes out greeting Loki, but keeping an eye on him.
“Alright I think we should definitely have a party, with just us of course.” Scott Lang shouts grabbing the alcohol that was in my dad's cabinets. “What ya say Stark! My dad was still glaring daggers at Loki, not 100% satisfied with Loki’s answer from earlier.
“That’s fine but Y/n can’t join.” I whipped around from the conversation I was having with Natasha.
“Um, is that your decision dad?” I quipped back at my father, I love him dearly but he really was a drama queen, huh I really did get my attitude from my dad. My dad lifts a questioning eyebrow at me.
“You’re like 12.” Steve says, taking a swig of the beer that Scott handed him.
“Steve! I’m 21 dude, at least I'm not like 100.” I sass Steve, doing a whole sassy head roll.
“Wait, she's 21?” Steve tries to remain serious but starts laughing when he takes another swing. “Ya know I’m only a joking doll.” I hum a bit swaying my hips moving towards the couch, didn’t realize I was sitting right next to Loki, damn was he quiet.
“Hi, I’m Y/n.” I whispered while my dad was in a conversation with Thor, I knew I was supposed to stay away, and not really talk to him, but I was just being friendly.
“Loki.” He states leaning back on the sofa. He just starts staring at me. “Why are you sitting next to me?” He asks, smirking a bit. I knew he was just trying to show his imitating side so nobody would talk to him or be near him, but I was of course used to my father being that imitating even though underneath all of that my dad was just a big old fluff ball.
“I don’t know, you look interesting, I’m a curious person much like my father.”
“Ah yes, Tony. I didn’t know he had a daughter. You in fact surprised me very much.” He states, damn this dude really just went straight to the point, which I didn’t really mind, straight to the point is better than oddly weird forced conversations.
“Mhm, I am definitely a way better Stark.” I giggled a bit at the small smile he was forming on his face.
“Oh is that so?” Interesting.” My dad turned away from the Thor conversations to see Loki and I have a much enjoyable conversation.
“Uh ah, this ain’t happening.” My dad squishes between Loki and I. “Y/n to your room now.” I groan a bit.
“I am a 21 year old adult, you still can't make me go to my room.”
“I said room, now, you live under my roof, Y/n Stark.” He pats my leg. “Now go.” I roll my eyes before standing up.
“Alright I’ll see you losers tomorrow, when you’re all hungover.” I smirked walking away into my room. God, I mean I did agree to not talk or be near Loki, but he was so interesting. He didn’t seem so terrible, I mean I think of New York and hate him, but I feel like deep down there's something that nobody knows, I see a hurting man mostly, but I’m curious and I wanna dig deeper.
My throat starts getting dry in the middle of the night, god I hated getting up in the middle of the night just to hydrate god. I rolled out of my bed dragging my big snuggly blanket with me groggy walking out to the kitchen. I was so tired I didn’t see the figure standing in the kitchen. “Fuck!” I half screamed just noticing it was Loki standing there all mischievously drinking some water as well, guess we both had the same idea.
“Oh hi Loki.” I groaned, desperately drinking the water I poured into my cup. “Are you doing ok adjusting?” I question leaning back on the counter.
“It’s better than a prison cell, so I'm doing better than I was.” He starts using his magic to play with his water. I smile at the stuff he was making with his magic.
“That’s so cool…” I lean closer to him looking at his magic in detail, his magic was beautiful, it definitely is dangerous but beautiful as well. Loki looks down at me smiling a bit before quickly going back to his normal stoic look.
“You mortals are too impressed by anything you see, hm?” He hums.
“I just wish I had that kind of magic, I mean look around me, I have all these amazing people who literally save the world from danger with powers or with their talents, I just want to help people one day, and if I had that I would in an instant.” I grin and take my last sip of water. Loki looks down at the floor placing his cup down on the counter.
“My mother thought the same, she always used her powers for good… really was a disappointment of a son.” Loki sighs. I place my hand on Loki's shoulder.
“I highly doubt your mother is disappointed in you.” Loki looks up a bit through his hair that still stoic look on his face.
“Oh how would you know? You barely know me.” I shrug a bit knowing he was trying to cover his emotions by deflecting on me.
“Because I know parent’s, and your mom from what I’ve heard from Thor sounds like a lovely mother, I think she wanted best for you, you to love your life and make something out of it, now I know nothing about God’s, but that’s just what I think.” I place my cup in the sink, turning away from Loki about to walk off when I stop in my tracks and look at the broken man in my kitchen. “You’re always welcome to talk to me… I really do like to talk, so if you ever need someone here, I’m always here.” Loki somewhat smirks at the comment.
“If you insist, love.” It rolled off his tongue somewhat easily, I bit my lip to stop the blush rushing up my face. I do a quick hum before rushing into my room. What did I get myself into…
“I know you were talking to him in the kitchen!” My dad screeches. I jolted awake my hair wild and I’m sure all over the place.
“D-Dad.” I say tiredly I look at my phone groaning. “It’s literally 6:30AM!” I flop head back into my pillow before grabbing the pillow besides me placing it over my face, that was before my dad ripped it off my face.
“I said stay away and you apparently don’t listen.” I groan again, turning my back away from him.
“Another thing I get from you huh?” I remark glaring at the wall knowing my dad would get more upset if I glared at him.
“This is no time to joke Y/n, all I’m doing is protecting you.” I turn around to face him rolling my eyes so he can visually see.
“Dad he really doesn’t seem so terrible, he seems broken…” I say sitting up on my back against my bed frame. “I think he really wants to change, and be a better man God, I have no idea what to call him, whatever it doesn’t matter, I see it dad, please just trust me.” My dad grabs the chair on my desk bringing it close to my bed straddling the chair.
“I just don’t want to see you hurt and I can see the attachment from a mile away.” I look down at my hands once again picking at my cuticles. God this was definitely a bad habit I needed to stop.
“You can see that?” I ask my dad hums softly scratching at his beard.
“I trust you kid, just please be careful, I’ll take him away if he does anything harmful to you, you come before anybody here, you got me?” I smile softly nodding a bit, he grabs my chin before kissing my forehead. “Now the team and I have a mission to attend to, Thor probably wants to celebrate tonight so be prepared for that.” I shake my head laughing at my favorite big god.
“Alright sounds like a plan, be safe dad I love you 3000.”
“No, I love you 3000.” He ruffles my hair. “Now go fix up you look like a zombie.”
“Haha, go away.” I grab the bedsheets bringing them over my head groaning like a zombie, my dad starts laughing heading out the door.
“Lazy ass.”
“Everybody get their ass out here, we are going to partyyy.” I hear Thor boom, I walk just wearing simple black pants and a button down t-shirt.
“Oh Thor, you look nice!” I exclaim, Thor chuckles, twirling his hammer around before placing it on the table. Everyone sits down, some start playing cards, some are drinking their hearts out after every mission. I swear they do this. Barton starts twirling his drumstick clearly drunk.
“Dude, that is certainly a trick.” Barton says commenting on Thor's hammer, Thor chuckles passing a drink to Steve sitting on the sofa next to him.
“Oh it’s certainly much more than that.” Barton starts laughing, pointing to the hammer imitating Thor’s voice.
“He shall be worthy should the powwweerr.” he exclaims still pointing at the hammer in front of him “Whatever man, it's a trick!” Thor scoffs a bit knowing exactly what Barton got himself into.
“Oh I wouldn’t do that Barton.” I say sipping on my wine.
“Oh let him Y/n, please be my guest.” Thor says, pointing towards the hammer. Loki sneaks over and sits right next to me watching all these goons trying to pull on the hammer.
“Even I’m a god, I wouldn’t embarrass myself like this.” Loki says, laughing a bit. Oh a laugh? He’s enjoying himself. I take another sip of my wine staring at Loki.
“Once I tried myself to lift that hammer, but nah nothing.” I say bumping into Loki’s shoulder a bit in a teasing way. “And I think I’m pretty worthy.” Loki smiles again.
“I would think so too.” Loki mumbles under his breath. That’s when we all heard it, a blaring noise. I cover my ears.
“Dad what the hell is happening?!” I ask was that Jarvis? Did something happen? We all looked towards the clunky noise when I saw, wait is that Jarvis?
“Jarvis?” My dad asked playing his pad that controlled the place. He starts speaking some nonsense, about how he killed someone and all the crew questioning him. I stand up, Loki does as well grabbing my arm to put me behind him. Ultron sent him… what is happening right now. Loki grabs his daggers from his sleeve, Thor holds onto his hammer waiting for any attack that will happen.
“I’m here on a mission.” Ultron says in his disgusting robotic voice.
“What mission?” Natasha says sternly.
“Peace of our time.” Ultron says looking at everyone in the group when two other robots come out the wall, Steve kicks up the table to block the robots from coming towards him, Loki grabs me and pushes me towards the floor out of the way of danger. That’s when everything began, everyone started protecting and fighting. I haven't seen them in action since New York, and god they were good at their job.
“Stay here.” Loki puts me near the piano to stay away from the danger God. I wish I could help. I wasn't trained, my dad never let me learn. That’s when one of Ultron's army finds me and starts pointing his weapon arm at me, that's when Steve grabs the thing and throws it away from me, Thor slamming his hammer down on it. I see my dad floating on top of the robots trying to break down the thing.
“Get Y/n out of here now!” I groaned standing up. I needed to help, so I grabbed Steve's shield.
“Steve!” I throw the shield towards Steve when he slams it on the robot, my dad finally defeating the robot.
“Well that was dramatic.” Ultron says wobbling away from the scene a bit.
“Dad!” I run towards my dad who slumps himself on the stairs.
“Y/n I told you to get away.” My dad whispers.
“I can’t, Loki tried but I can’t not just leave and not help.” I hold onto my dad glaring at Ultron.
“I’m sorry I know you mean well, you just didn’t think it through.” Steve starts walking forward towards Ultron but stops in his tracks when he starts speaking again. “You want to protect the world, but you don’t want it to change. How is humanity saved if it's not allowed to evolve?” Ultron grabs the robot in front of him by the head. “With at ease with these puppets.” He crushes the head “There's only one path to peace, the avengers extinction.” Thor grabs his hammer, throwing it at Ultron's chest shattering him into pieces.
“Loki get her out of here.” Loki grabs me by the arm when I hear his words.
“I had strings but now I’m free.” I gasp a bit looking at my dads worried face as Loki brings me to my room. He sits me down on my bed kneeling in front of me.
“Are you okay?” He asks, brushing his fingers lightly across my knuckles. I gasped at the contact nodding a bit.
“I’m fine… but I didn’t do anything to help, I’m a failure.” I cross my arms, basically cuddling myself. “I need to train. I need to help.” Loki chuckles a bit, rubbing the back of his head.
“I don’t think your father would be too fond of that idea.” I look up at Loki smirking, that's when he looks at me eyes wide.
“No.” He states.
“Come on please train me, my dad doesn’t need to know.” He groans, basically ripping his hair. I could tell he was scared that I didn’t even know how to protect myself in that position.
“I’m already on your fathers bad list but now secretly training you. I don’t know love…” She grinned that word again. He only said it when he was vulnerable and it made my heart burst. Glad I can make him that way.
“Please Loki. I want to protect myself and others if I have to. Please.” I beg. Loki looks into my puppy dog eyes sighing giving in.
“Fine but we do this early in the morning before anybody else gets up. Got me? My way.” He demanded. I nodded.
“How early is early?” I ask nicely but also scared for the answer.
“5AM.” He sternly states “I’ll meet you in the morning love.” He smirks before walking out of my door and I couldn’t help but blush at the way he was being. I heard the door open again looking up to expect Loki but saw my dad walking through the door.
“Dad!” I stand up wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Are you okay kiddo?” My dad asks, wrapping me back into a hug smoothing my hair down.
“I’m fine dad, are you okay?” I pull back looking at his busted lip. “Dad..” He pulls away from me.
“Honey I’m fine, come on I’m Iron Man I’ve done worse to my face.” He smiles brightly at me.
“I wish I can help, fight alongside you guys, I hate that y'all need to protect me.” MY dad shakes his head putting his hand up to stop me from talking.
“No, I’m your father, that's my job to protect you first, it’s too dangerous out there sweetie. I can’t have you out there fighting.” He rubs his forehead.
“Dad… I need to lea-”
“No means no. Now get a decent sleep, we’ll talk tomorrow, I love you 3000 honey.” My dad stops me from talking any longer. He grabs my head kissing the top of it a bit longer than he usually does. “I will protect you as long as I can dove.” He messes up my hair before walking out. I sat down on my bed exhaling the breath I was holding in. He’s really not going to like me if he finds out about me training.
“Oh there she is late.” Loki exclaims. I exhaustingly walk into the training room, walking in with my black tights, and my black crop top.
“Shut up.” I grumble under my breath, I look at Loki as he stares intensely at me. “What?” I question nervously twirling my hair before grabbing my hair and putting it in a bun to try to keep out of my face.
“N-Nothing, I um.” Loki clears his throat. “Just thinking about what we were gonna get started with.” I lifted my brow at how difficult he was already being this morning.
“Well probably some stretches?” I ask radiating a soft smile, he gives me a slight cheerful smile back.
“Uh yes, that we definitely have to start out with that.” We start stretching for a bit. “Come on, really stretch the body love, here.” Loki walks over to me standing behind me grabbing my arm and holding it across my body to really stretch out my arms, but I caught my breath when he starts to hold me close, of course he wasn’t intentionally doing it, but he was so close I could barely bear it. His face was close to mine, If I turned my head at him at all we would be inches away. No come on I needed to train instead of trying to bang some type of God…. but oh hell would that be amaz- no come we’re not doing this. I shake my head slightly not even realizing he stepped away from me and was trying to grab hold of my attention.
“Alright first things first, some combat training. We’re going to start with just you hitting this, and then we’re actually going to combat, got it?” I nod my mouth still dry from the thoughts surrounding my head.
“Y-Yes, got it.” I rub my arms walking closer to the punching bag starting out from what I knew but Loki shook his head.
“See I’m not even a fighter really, and I know how to punch better than that.” He laughed as he stood behind me grabbing my hips. “Keep these straight, don’t strain them so much, you lose a lot of power when you do, your form is so far amazing with hitting but you’re losing all your stamina.” He grabs my hips keeping them still, he keeps them placed for a little longer before moving his hands awkwardly. “You’re a Stark, you can do this.” Loki starts teaching me how to punch, kick, and all of the above before we actually get started on hand to hand combat. “Alright” We both got on the training mat. I can already feel the soreness overtaking my body. “This will be a bit harder but I promise I’ll go easy on you okay?” I scoffed, cracking my knuckles trying to show off my competitive side.
“No please don’t I need to train.” Loki smirks getting into his ready position.
“If you say so, love.” I died a little bit inside knowing he was trying to distract me. Loki lunges forward at me grabbing my arm and flipping me over, damn I was already beat. “Hm so easy or not?” I groaned holding onto my side that he slammed me on the mat.
“Fuck you we’re doing this right.” I stand right back up dusting myself up. I lunge towards Loki and he once again does this a million others times until I start seeing his weak points, he always grabbed towards the same arm.
“You wanna stop?” He asked teasingly. I grunt, throwing my head back also looking at him smirking a bit.
“Hell no.” He lunges towards me again and as I was right going towards the same arm. I grab his other arm kicking his legs on balance until wrapping my legs around his dropping him down cradling him onto but barely inches to his face. I look into greenish blue eyes sucking in my breath as he does the same. I inch closer to his face right about to fully kiss this man I barely knew. “Oh Stark isn’t going to like this.” I jumped up off Loki, looking up to see Natasha. Fuck.
Steve: Are you free later?
Nat: No, I gotta do something
*Wanda walks in the room*
Tony: Well, hello there, something
*Wanda confusedly tilts her head*
Wanda: Hi?
Been working on this fanfic, and it's first chapter is out 🫶😭 I hope you guys check it out
ok so im wathcing ms marvel rn and-
when kamala said "and let's be honest, its not really the brown girls form jersey city who save the world"-
that hit hard and lil too close to home. cuz as a brown girl who just roams around the internet and fandoms, it's really really rare to see brown girls playing a character which is not a stereotype.
and it has come to the point where im so fucking happy that im actually crying when a pakistani-american teen girl becomes a super hero in MCU.
also im not form pakistan. im a sri lankan.
Wanda Crushing On You:
HEADCANON
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Gender Neutral Reader
(A/N: I’ve used Slovakian in replacement of Sokovian ‘cause, y’know, that shit kinda don’t exist)
Chapter One - Welcome To Westview!
Nothing. You felt nothing. And then burning. It felt like your entire body was on fire. You looked down and saw pieces of your hand coming off. You looked around you, trying to make sense of where you were.
But all you could see was red. You were floating along through whatever this thing was, and there was still no sign of Peter.
“Peter!” you called out once more, hoping that this time he would answer.
“Y/n? Is that you?” you heard him faintly call.
“Peter where are you? I can’t see you!”
“I don’t know. There’s this red thing. And there’s a-,” he was suddenly cut off.
It was silent. You couldn’t hear him anymore. You felt a tear slip past your eye. He was gone again. You went into this thing to find him, only for him to disappear on you once more.
Then you saw something. It looked like a window of some sort. You squinted to try and see better, hoping to figure out how to get out of here. But luckily for you, you were floating towards the window. Your speed soon picked up. You didn’t have time to see what was on the other side of the window. And the next thing you knew, everything went black.
-
“What? You aren’t supposed to be here? But I don’t know how to put you back so I guess you’re stuck here.”
You looked around confused, trying to find who was speaking to you.
“Who are you?” you cautiously asked.
“That doesn’t matter right now. Let’s focus on who you are, ok? So let’s see, you need a name,” the woman’s voice said once more.
“Name? My name is y/n,” you said.
You looked around once more, trying to find the source of the voice. But there was no one near you. Was she in your head? That would be the most logical explanation, she could be a telepath.
“How about Susan? You look like a Susan. Now you need some new clothes.”
“I already told you my name is-,” you stopped yourself and looked down, watching as your clothes transformed from your pajamas into a 1950’s style dress.
“Your name is Susan, ok? Sorry about this little inconvenience, but when you wake up you’re going to forget any of this ever happened.”
“What do you mean?” you asked her.
But the voice didn’t respond. Then you felt your head start to spin. You began to feel tired, and soon you fell asleep once more.
~
Your eyes opened and you blinked a few times, trying to get your sleep ridden eyes to focus. When they finally did you looked around to find yourself in a bedroom. The walls were a light gray, and the floor was a dark wood. The only thing in the room was the bed you were currently lying on, and a bunch of boxes.
“This is your room. You just moved here. This is your home.”
It was like a faint whisper in the back of your mind. You nodded slightly, going along with what it was saying. You looked around the room and felt a few memories of the day before fill your head.
You saw yourself carrying boxes up the stairs, and putting sheets on your bed. You saw yourself meeting your new neighbors, and applying for a job at a coffee shop. It all felt so familiar, yet so wrong.
“No, no, no! These are not my memories! I don’t live here, I don’t even know where I am!” you shouted desperately, trying to get the pictures out of your mind.
Then another question entered your mind. Who am I?
You searched your brain for something, anything that could tell you who you are, but there was nothing. You didn’t know your name, your age, where you were from, anything. Your entire life was one big fuzzy haze.
“What?! Why don’t I remember anything?! Who am I?! Where am I?!” you shouted once more, feeling fear take over you.
“Your name is Susan. You are at your house. Everything is fine.”
You nodded along. Susan. Yeah that seems right. You smiled softly to yourself as your name replayed through your mind.
“Susan. My name is Susan,” you said, as if trying to convince yourself of it.
You relaxed, and slowly sat up. You went to stretch, but froze when you saw your hand. It was gray. That’s not right. You weren’t that color before. You quickly stood up and ran to look out the window, everything was gray. There wasn’t any color anywhere.
“Don’t be silly, it’s always been like that, Susan. You just had a bad dream. Everything is okay.”
No. Something is wrong. Something is terribly wrong here. There wasn’t any color. This definitely wasn’t your house. Was your name even Susan?
You left your room and walked around your house, trying to find a mirror. You didn't remember what you looked like. You had to know. Maybe if you saw your face, something would come back to you.
After searching around your house for a few minutes you finally found the bathroom. And much to your luck, a mirror was hanging above the sink. You walked towards it, and as soon as you saw your face, only one thought filled your mind.
“My name is y/n,” you said, finally finding something that felt right.
~
You spent the day unpacking, since you had nothing else to do. You managed to arrange the furniture, unpack the dishes, and put your clothes away all in one day. There were only a few boxes left, which you decided on unpacking tomorrow. Thoroughly exhausted, you walked over to the couch, hoping to get off of your feet for a bit. But the ringing of your doorbell interrupted your plans.
You walked over to the door and unlocked it, before pulling it open to be met with a woman who was smiling brightly at you.
“Hi dear, I’m Agnes! Your neighbor from across the street.”
“I’m Susan,” you said as you moved aside to let her in.
‘No that's not right. My name is y/n, not Susan,’ you thought to yourself.
“Lovely to meet you dear. Golly you settled in fast, and you only arrived yesterday! So how’s Westview treating ya?” “Amazing, this town is so quaint, I love it.” “So is it just you in this house, or are you hiding a man somewhere in there?” Agnes asked with a laugh.
“Nope just me. I’m not with anyone right now.”
As soon as you said it, you felt it was wrong. Were you with someone? Why couldn’t you remember them?
“Well us single gals gotta stick together right?” she said, before laughing once more.
You nodded and smiled at her, grateful to finally have a friend.
“Well I should get going, dinner’s not gonna cook itself! It was nice meeting you dear!” Agnes said as she walked out the door.
“You too!” you said, before shutting and locking the door.
You walked back over to your couch, laying down on it, feeling the relief of being off your feet after a long day. Your mind filled with thoughts, none of them making sense. You gave up and trying to think, and decided to just sleep instead. But before you fell asleep, one last thought crept into your mind. Silver.
