Wrong Number

Harper POV:

I wake up to voices talking. I lay there for a minute to let my body recover before opening my eyes.

Nat comes over and sits next to me, "Hey kiddo," she smiles.

I sit up slowly, "Hey," I greet, a ache in my head.

She brushes my hair away from my face, "can you look up for me? Thor said you fell pretty hard."

I look up, and she looks at my eyes. "Okay," she nods, and I look back at her.

"... So you're friend left?" Asks Bucky, leaning against the back on the couch.

"Venom? Yeah," I say. "Do I have to go back in the cell?"

"No, Fury was going to let you out anyway." Says Nat.

"Took him long enough to change his mind," Tony mutters, coming into the room.

My heart stops. I scramble to stand up, running over to him. I wrap my arms around him, my heart swells in content. I hadn't seen him in a few days, but it felt like weeks. He softly hugs me back.

"Miss me, kiddo?" He rests his cheek on my head.

I nod, emotion welling in my throat. I could smell Tony's expensive cologne on his shirt as I hug him close. I take a deep breath before pulling away.

"Well, I'm glad you're not possessed by a tar demon anymore," says Tony.

I burst out laughing, "Tar Demon?"

He shrugs, grabbing a packet of blue berries out of nowhere and opening it.

Steve walks in with Wanda and Peitro. "Hey, Cap," I give him a little wave. "Hey, Wan. Hi Peitro." 

Peitro zooms up to me, "Hey, how's life outside the cell?" He ask, teasing me.

"Oh, it's good. The air is much fresher," I play along.

Wanda pushes Peitro out of her way, "Oh, sweetie, are you ok? You aren't hurt, are you?" She holds my chin, "follow my finger, ok?" She moves her finger to the left then to the right.

"I already checked her for a concussion, Wan" says Nat.

Wanda raises her hands in surrender, stepping back, "I'm just checking!"

Peitro rolls his eyes, stepping next to his sister, "Here's this," he hands me my phone.

"Oh," I take it, "thank you!" I unlock the screen to see a LOT of texts. "When did I become so popular!? F-"

Peitro covers my mouth quickly. "Shhhh, no swearing in front of Cap." He and I look over at Steve, who's talking to Tony and Bucky quietly.

I push Peitro's hand away, "he's too busy talking to his Bestie Stark and his Boyfriend Bucky."

"You still shouldn't swear," says Nat, walking over.

"It wasn't me, I promise!" I joke

"Oh, really? Who was it then?" Asks Nat, amused.

"Um... Jonathan!" I say 

(Anyone get the reference? Or the meme at the top of the chapter??)

"Who is this Jonathan?" Vision floats up through the floor.

"Vision, honey, we talking about floating through walls and floors!" Sighs Wanda.

"My apologies, but I figured-"

"Hey!" Sam and Clint drop down from the vents.

"Oh, hey Birdies." I greet.

Thor walks in, "Birdies?"

"Yeah, Falcon and Hawkeye," I say.

"Makes sense," says Tony.

"Jerks," Sam mutters, plopping down on a couch.

"I'm a good kid!" I put my hand over my heart as if offended.

"You ran away twice!" Says Clint.

"Um, technically once. Venom ran away the 2nd time." I say.

Clint just waves me off.

"So rude," I huff.

I turn when the elevator opens, and Harley, carrying Ivy, walks in. I grin, running over to him. "Hey, Harley," I greet, laughing when Ivy jumps into my arms.

"Hey, Harper," Harley grins, "I'm glad you're not in that cell anymore. I missed you annoying me."

"I missed you, t-" I stop. "Wait, hold up!"

Harley laughs at my reaction.

I laugh to, pushing his arm, "You're such a jerk!"

"Let's play Mario Cart!" Yells Peitro.

"Can I join?!" Yells Peter, sliding into the room from who knows where. He spots me, and his expression lights up, "Harper, hi!" He runs up to me and hugs me.

I hug him tight, "Hey, Peter."

He pulls away to look at me, "Oh my gosh, I was so worried! I was just told you had been in that cell, are you ok?" He rambles.

I nod, "Yeah, I'm ok," I assure him.

"Let's play Mario Cart!" Repeats Peitro.

Sam rolls his eyes with a huff. Peter, Harley and I go over and sit on the couch and the floor with Peitro.

"Here we go," Wanda facepalms.

Hey readers, last night we got a really big storm. We had to stay downstairs so I stayed up till 1 and woke up at 6. Hopefully my sleep deprived writing is ok.