Despite his growing connection with the Avengers, Lyndon’s past continued to haunt him. His mother’s letters kept arriving, each one filled with harsh words and demands. Lyndon hadn’t opened one in weeks, but they piled up, a reminder of everything he had left behind.
One evening, after receiving another letter, he found himself sitting alone in his room, staring at the envelope. The words on the outside burned, even though he hadn’t read them. The mere sight of it was enough to send him spiraling into doubt.
Clint, sensing his unease, knocked on his door. "Hey, you good?"
Lyndon quickly shoved the letter under his bed, standing up with a forced smile. "Yeah, just... tired."
Clint raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t push. "Alright, but if you need to talk, I’m here."
"I know," Lyndon said, feeling a pang of guilt. He didn’t want to burden anyone with his problems, but he was starting to realize that maybe it wasn’t a burden. Maybe letting them in wasn’t as scary as he thought.
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wrong number connection
Fanfictionteen super hero accidentally texts the wrong number late at night after a nightmare I only own the Lyndon character the rest belong to marvel
