Wrong Number

Any Hunger Games fans? Team Peeta or team Gale?

I sat on a couch next to Harley. The Avengers and us watch the Hunger Games, on of my favorite movies. Harley had watched it before because of school. 

Steve was watching it with furrowed eyebrows as Bucky tried to explain what was going on. But to be honest, I don't think he even knew. I share Skittles with Harley as we all watch.

At the more violent scenes, I noticed the glances sent my way, but I politely ignored them, merely looking away from the screen till the part was over.

Bruce arrived with pizza, and we had supper. I looked over to see Bucky and Steve whispering about the movie. I pulled out my phone and opened the group chat.

Me: Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes, 

I politely ask you to shut the heck up.

 I trying to watch my fav movie.

Ice Cube: Sorry

I watch as Steve answers, and then I see the realization on his and Bucky's face. They turn their heads to look at me.

"I told you!" Yells Sam, who had his phone in his hand.

"Um... Bye." Peitro zooms off.

"You knew?! Why didn't you tell us?" Wanda demands.

"Cause shocking Mr. Rogers was funnier." I say, popping a red Skittle into my mouth.

Mr. Stark laughs softly.

Nat looks at him, "You knew, didn't you?"

He shrugs, "Possibly,"

Clint throws a pillow at him. He, obviously, hits his target, smacking Tony in the face with it.

"I work with children," Rhodes mutters, shaking his head.

"No, you work with old men." Remarks Harley, pointing at the super humans, "plus Thor, and he's like 1000+"

"Don't make fun of my age," Steve mutters.

"We wouldn't dream of doing anything of the sort," Natasha assures him with a small smile

"Fossil," coughs Tony.

After the movie ends, I say goodnight and go up to my room. I take a shower and change into my sleepwear before crawling into bed. Ivy snuggles up to me, purring. I ask JARVIS to shut off the lights, and he does.

TW: Verbal abuse and angst

Summary: Harper's mom texts Harper non-stop, trying to guilt trip her and calling her names. Harper then doubts herself and thinks she's a bad person

*Ding*

*Ding*

I grab my phone to see messages from Mom. I unlock my screen.

Mom: Where the hell are you?

Why are you such a disgrace?

Just come home, why are you over reacting?

Don't you love your own mother?

Me: Yes, I do love you

Mom: They why are you being a crybaby? Come home before you get yourself killed.

This apartment needs to be cleaned.

Me: I'm not coming home

Mom: How could you do this to your own mother?

Me: I'm sorry

I have to go to bed. Bye.

Love you

I lock my screen and put my phone on my nightstand before I can see her reply. I hug Ivy closer, tearing up. My heart is pounding, and guilt constricts my heart. Tears slip down my face. Did my mom only want me around to clean? But she's my mom, she loves me, right? Well,I love her. I shouldn't be doing this to her. I'm coward that runs away from her problems. I fall asleep to millions of thoughts like those.