Superhero teens with secret identities and obligations. What could possibly go wrong? / Closed

Piper bit her lip. "I–yeah. I'm fine. You scared me." She said with a light smile.

Pietro’s dreams- well, more like nightmares- didn’t center on his sister or parents for once. Instead, he watched the people he’d fought alongside slowly die, all because of him. Lolita’s shrieks, the ones he’d heard for hours, echoed in the background, drilling one fact into his head: You could’ve saved us. He turned over restlessly in his chair.

(Seriously, please stop now!)

"I'm terrifying," Lolita tried out the sarcasm. It scraped her teeth. It bit her tongue. It clawed her lips. She noticed the distressed look on Pietro's face. "Pietro?"

(Seriously, please stop now!)

//wdym

(Seriously, please stop now!)

//wdym

(The painful Avengers references. I'm dying.)

Pietro was jerked awake. “Hmm?” He sat up abruptly. “Yeah? What do you… do you need?” He bit back a yawn.

(Seriously, please stop now!)

//wdym

(The painful Avengers references. I'm dying.)

//oh yeeeeaaaahhh that I’m trying really hard to cope with my PTAD and its not working

(BBL, sorry!)

//kk ttyl

"I should…..probably go. I don't want to bother either of you." Piper whispered softly.

//awww yasss i love her

(Aw thanks!)

(Eva……….
Is glorious…..
Amazing)

(Thanks! •v•)

"I should…..probably go. I don't want to bother either of you." Piper whispered softly.

“No, no, stay,” Pietro said, yawning fully this time.

Piper walked over and sat down in a chair beside Lolita's bed.

"I'm sorry I made you worry, Piper," Lolita apologized, still trying to shake the events of her dream from her mind.

"It's okay. I'm sorry I put you in a situation to get hurt." Piper answered. "It's my fault." She accidentally whispered aloud.

Lolita frowned and shook her head, causing prickles of pain to creep down her neck. She inhaled sharply and arched her back.

(takes a deep breath hELLO)

//hey hey hey

(I'm just bringing random rps back to life bc I'm bored and procrastinating)

"It's not your fault. I promise you, Piper, it's not," Lolita assured her friend.

Piper sighed. "If you say so." She said glumly.

"I mean it," Lolita said firmly. She gave Pietro a look. Agree with me!

A smile tugged at Pietro’s lips as he met Lolita’s stubborn eyes. (I’m a bad writer today don’t judge me >_>) “Listen to Lolita, Piper,” he said, his voice coming out tired and weary.

Piper sighed. "Okay okay."

"Let's leave," Lolita said abruptly, pushing herself up.

Piper nodded. "Okay. Wait, are you cleared yet?"

Lolita smiled shyly, turning invisible. "Do I have to be?" The door opened.

"Yes Lolita. You have to be." Piper turned when the door opened.