Annabeth's P.O.V
As we land, one thought sticks in my brain.
Should I tell them about my name?
I know James is going to slip up and accidentally say it, he has the mind set of a seven year old.
Which is saying a lot.
I look at doctor Banner, my question written all over my face.
He shrugs, so I take a deep breath.
"MY REAL NAME IS ANNABETH YOU IDIOTS!" I scream.
I quickly turn into a bird and fly to a tree and sleep.
James' P.O.V
I look at the ground.
"Bucky?" Steve asks
"Yes?" I ask
"Did you know?"
"Yes?" I reply.
"And you didn't tell us?" Clint asks
"I knew too." Bruce says.
I feel like a kicked puppy. A puppy that hopes that his friend isn't hurt.
"Bruce." Tony frowns
"I told her." He says, frowning slightly. "It's her choice to make when she wants to tell you all."
"Is that why she seems to trust you more?" Clint asks
"No, because she can remember what happened, and how you were the one to save her the first time, that she trusts you more than she trusts me." Bruce says. "She trusts Bucky the most, though."
"But I trust everyone here to a certain extent." Annabeth says nervously.
"Not a good time." I mumble extremely loudly
"No, the've gotten over the shock, its okay." Nat smiles.
"How much do you trust us?" Clint asks
"I trust you and Nat like I would parents that care for me." She says. "I trust Bucky and Bruce like siblings, and everyone else is like friends, except Steve. Steve is the uncle."
"Why?" Steve mumbles.
"Because." I shrug. "You just are."
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Broken
Fanfiction❝My silence is just another word for my pain❞ Broken. Thats all she'll ever be useless hopeless defenceless stupid fat ugly Broken.
