"I think it's time you leave, Steve. I don't know when I'll see you again so take care of yourself."
And it was indeed time. Steve ran into Peter hurrying to find Emerson, his eyes red as if he had been crying. Bucky followed close behind and Steve stopped him by the arm.
"What the hell did you do?" asked Steve
"I told Peter the truth. He deserved to know." Bucky replied innocently
" I don't know what secret you revealed but you know just as well as I do that Emerson was going to tell him."
"She killed them, Steve. He had to know sooner rather than later."
"And you've killed hundreds of them too. But it wasn't your choice."
"She never would have had the guts to say it."
"Look, I know you have a bad feeling about her, but here you've gone too far." Steve finished releasing Bucky and walking down the hallway to his room.
Meanwhile, Peter had joined Emerson outside. He slammed the door open and walked straight to his supposed sister. She was ready, he, was only thinking about the present and the pain he felt inside, not the consequences of his actions.
"Listen Peter-" she started before being cut by Peter
"No, you don't get to talk here! You killed our parents! You killed my parents! Do you know how long I blamed myself for their deaths because I didn't get there in time?! Do you know how many times I begged whatever god it was to take me to them?! I can't believe you didn't tell me and I can't believe you lied to me!" he shouted
"Because you think I didn't feel the same way when I found out I killed them?? You think I don't blame myself for their deaths every nights, that I don't have nightmares about it!? Except that unlike you, Peter, I really have their death on my shoulders! So, you think I don't know how you feel?" she snapped
She would have preferred not to answer but she couldn't help herself, she needed to let it go too.
"No, you don't know how it feels! You killed my parents, you have no family!"
Peter stopped dead in his tracks as the words came out of his mouth, he regretted it. He knew very well that the death of his parents was not Emerson's fault and that she had just been the weapon used by Hydra. And yet he couldn't have helped himself.
"I'm sorry Peter, I really am. But to be honest, I knew that you would react that way I just hoped you would have understand and controlled this whole situation better." Emerson replied, sobbing
She turned and walked to her car, Peter didn't dare hold her back. And as Emerson drove away, Peter and Bucky watched her go, both full of regret and guilt.
She drove more than enough to get to her hotel, she didn't stop. And she didn't want to stop, she could have taken a road trip if she had the courage but she was exhausted. The tears hadn't stopped since she left Peter, and she kept repeating in her head the words he had said to her: "You have no family". Of course, she'd been willing to put up with all the mean things Peter might have to say after learning his parents' murder. But she hadn't been prepared to hear the hard truth from her brother's mouth. She knew he said it out of anger, but still, it pained her more than ever.
After stopping for a few hours at the top of a hill, she went back to her hotel room where she took a shower and without eating, went straight to bed. At the moment her head hit the pillow, she was far away into a dreamless sleep.
When she woke up, her eyes were red and swollen because she had been crying most of the night. But she had decided what she would do next. She got out of bed, put on a pair of baggy blue jeans, a sweater over a white shirt, and put on her black Doc Martens, then went to pack her bags, retrieve the hidden book, and go to the front desk of the hotel to return her key.
Soon she was on the road again, heading for her best friend's house. It was a long trip, but she hadn't seen him in almost a year. He lived in San Francisco, so she didn't arrive until two days after. She went straight to the door and grabbed the key that was always under a flower pot. For some strangers, to enter a house that is not theirs without telling the host, it can be really disrespectful and even weird. But with him and her, it was just fine.
"The best aunt in the world is here!" she called out as she entered
She heard a happy "yey" and someone running, she saw her at the end of the corridor ready to jump in Emerson's arm. She scrunched a little and opened her arms. The 7 years old girl finished her run in Emerson's arm, hugging her tightly.
"Aunt mer! I missed you so so much." she shouted in her ear
"I missed you too baby, I'm sorry that I didn't visit you earlier." she replied, kissing her forehead
"That's okay"
"Great," she smiled "do you know where I can find your dad?"
"In the kitchen, eating" she laughed
"Yea, that was a dumb question from me."
Emerson put her down and started her way to the kitchen and indeed here he was, eating a peanut butter sandwich.
"You don't welcome your best friend anymore?" she playfully asked
"Mer!! Oh god, it's so good to see you." he answer, getting up and walking to her to hug her
"You're putting peanut butter in my hair, aren't you mister Scott Lang?" she asked after a moment
"YES, I'm so sorry!"
"I can't with you." she laughed while grabbing a towel to remove it
"By the way, why do I have the honor of your presence in my humble house?"
"A lot happened and I needed my best friend, if it's okay with you of course."
"Of course, I am. My house is your house and your house is my house." he smiled
"Right, well for the moment, my house is the street so... yea."
"Ouch, sorry."
"It's okay, don't worry. You want to have dinner together tonight?"
"Ooh yeah, I'll reserved a restaurant I know and we can leave by 7PM."
"That sound great. Well, I'm going to find a hotel to stay in. See you ton- "
"You're funny, you're staying here. We have a guest room upstairs, ask Cassie to show you."
"No Scott, I really don't want to bother."
"If you were bothering me, you wouldn't be here, trust me."
"Okay, thank you Scotty."
Afterwards, Emerson went to find Cassie in the living room and asked her where the guest room was.
"OOH YOU'RE STAYING HERE! THIS IS SO COOL! Let me show you, you're in front of mine!!!" she said
After dropping off her stuff, Emerson was pulled by the sleeve by Cassie to come play with her, which she did.
Being with the Lang's had always brought a certain peace to Emerson's life. During her time at Hydra, she had often thought of Scott, when she had recovered her memories of course. A few months after escaping, she had luckily found him at a subway station. She was already looking for help for saving her lover but had managed to find a job that paid pretty well, for someone with zero experience. She took the same line every day and so did he. She had hesitated a long time before deciding to go and talk to him, a few months had already passed. But he had been delighted to see her again and they had quickly become as close as before, as if they had never left each other.
Oh yes, because Scott Lang and Emerson Parker were the inseparable duo when they were younger, the ones everyone always went looking for after a broken pot or a missing pie. Always around when something bad happened.
After the first lunch, Scott wanted Emerson to meet his daughter, Cassandra Eleanor Lang, 5 at the time. Emerson had then lived with them for a little over 6 months, helping Scott with Cassie but also with his reintegration into normal life, after being released from a 3-year prison sentence. She had developed strong feelings for Cassie and it was a very hard leaving for both of them. She saw them again 6 months later, after a failed attempt to save him. She stayed for 2 months and left. Since then, it has been silence radio.
After a while, Emerson told Cassie that she needed to go and after a quick hug, she was downstairs, waiting.
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A/N: hiii, so I don't know why but I wanted to post something so here I am, posting but still waiting for some comments... Anyway, she's with the Lang's now, nothing bad should happen, right ?
So I work in advance most of the chapters and I'm having writer blocks so if you have moments that you want to see happening or ideas, I'll be more than glad to hear it...
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