Y/N'S POV
I woke up from a nightmare around six am. It was the same one I always had; me and my mother in the car wreck with Tony standing over us with a wad of cash and a champagne flute just watching us bleed out. I got a hold of myself and tried to go back to bed, I failed so I grabbed my phone from the box of my belongings Steve brought. I started scrolling through Instagram and landed on a picture that Peter posted. It was of me, Peter, and Ophelia. I had my arm around Peter and Ophelia was kissing my cheek. I smiled at the memory. I turned on the light and looked around the large room.
I stood up and walked around, it felt too empty. I rummaged around the box of my things and pulled out photographs to hang on the walls. The last thing I pulled out was the drawing of me, mom, and Peter. I smiled and looked around, pleased with myself. I sat back on the bed and just sat there until I saw someone lurking out of the corner of my eye.
"Hello? Is someone there?" A blonde kid-couldn't have been older than 22-stepped out from the corner of the room and I rolled my eyes "am I not allowed to sleep without being watched?"
"You can see me?" The blonde kid asked.
"Uh, yeah? You're making your presence pretty known."
"Are you dead?"
"No, sadly I am incapable of doing that."
"Then how can you see me?"
"Because you're standing right in front of me?"
"You are the only person that can see me."
"Huh, lucky me I guess. How come people can't see you?"
"Because I'm dead."
"That's weird dude, maybe it has something to do with my incapability to be dead? I can't die but I can interact with dead people? That's fun."
"How are you so calm?"
"Trust me dude, talking to dead people is not out of the ordinary for me."
He smiled before sitting next to me in the bed "you have no idea how great this is for me, dead people are so boring. This is the first time I've spoken to a living person in two years."
"How come you hang out here? Did you know the avengers?"
"Yeah, but I mostly stay to watch out for my sister."
"Your sister?"
"Wanda."
"What's your name, mr. Maximoff?
"Pietro. What's yours?"
"(Y/N)." We smiled at each other.
Pietro and I talked to each other for a few hours before someone knocked on my door.
"Hide!"
"You're the only person who can see me."
Oh yeah
I opened the door and saw Steve, he looked sorry "hey."
"Hey."
"Listen I just want to apologize for kidnapping you."
"He kidnapped you?!" I motioned for Pietro to shut up and he just laughed.
"You ok?"
"Yeah, sorry. Just shoeing away a fly. Anyway...I accept your apology. I know that you were just doing what's right. Just don't ever kidnap me again."
He laughed "I won't." He pulled me into a tight hug and I sank into his warm arms.
"Awwwww!" I glared at Pietro and he gave me a smug smile.
Steve pulled away and looked at me "There's food in the kitchen if you want any."
"Ok, maybe in a bit." We both smiled and he walked out. I closed the door behind him and sat on the bed.
"So, what's your deal? The avengers are just recruiting teenagers now?" Pietro asked me
"Uh, I'm not an avenger. I was brought here against my will by Tony."
"Why did he bring you here?"
"Because he wanted to make sure I was safe."
"And why does the great Tony stark care if you're safe?"
"Uh, he's kinda my dad." Pietro looked as if he'd just seen, well... himself.
"I didn't know he had a daughter."
"Neither did he."
"But you knew that he was your father?"
"Yeah, I did. My mom told me before she..."
"I'm sorry." Out of instinct he pulled me into a hug. We both looked at each other, amazed.
"How did you do that?"
"I don't know, I just went to hug you and it worked." I grabbed his hands and looked up at him. He looked overjoyed. Our celebration was cut short by my phone ringing. I went to see who was calling me and it was Ophelia, I answered it.
"Hey!"
"Hey, I'm at your house. Where are you?"
"Oh, I'm the avengers tower ."
"What!?"
"Yeah, Steve kidnapped me last night. Right now I'm just sitting in my new room with my ghost friend." I smiled at Pietro and he smiled back.
"Wait, you have a ghost friend? What does that mean?"
"It means I have a fiend that just so happens a to be a dead person. Apparently talking to dead people comes with the whole not dying thing. It's cool, he's nice. Ow! Sorry he hit me and said 'I'm more than nice!'"
"Wait, you can touch him?"
"Yeah, I was surprised too."
"Is this the first time you've seen a dead person?"
"I don't know, it's possible that I've seen them before and just didn't know they were dead."
"That's weird. Well I'm sure he's glad to have a friend."
"He is. Well, I'm hungry and Steve told me there was food in the kitchen so I'm gonna go check that out."
"Ok, talk later. Bye!"
"Bye!"I hang up and plug in my phone. I look over at Pietro "do you want to get food with me?"
"I can't eat."
"I know, but you can keep me company."
"Ok, sounds good." We start walking to the kitchen-which was difficult to find. We walk into the kitchen and I'm just about to reach the fridge when I trip over my own feet. It was like it happened in slow motion, I would've fallen flat on my face but Pietro grabbed me and kept me upright.
"Whoa! Are you ok?"
"Yeah, sorry I'm a little bit it a klutz. Thanks for catching me."
"Of course, why have a ghost friend if he doesn't catch you when you trip over life?" I smiled but that smile quickly fell when I saw vision and Wanda sitting at the kitchen table, staring at me.
"Oh hey guys. I was just talking to myself."
"Good save" pietro teases me, I elbow him in the side.
"You're lying, I don't know what the truth is but I know you're lying." Wanda tells me.
I look to pietro for help and he says "Tell her."
I sigh "Ok, so you guys know how I can't die?" They nod "So apparently, that comes with interacting with dead people too. So, I can see him but you guys can't."
"See who?" Vision asks
I sigh before answering "your brother." I say to Wanda, she looked dumbfounded. "So basically your dead brother and I are besties now." I shrug and start toward the fridge but Pietro grabs my arm and pulls me back over to where Wanda and Vision are sitting.
"You can't just drop that bomb and walk away!"
He's right.
"So... any questions for Pietro?" I looks them and Wanda speaks up.
"How do I know you're telling the truth?"
"What's something only Pietro would know?" I ask her
She thinks for a moment before responding "what was the name of the act we got for our sixth birthday?"
I looked at Pietro for the answer, he chuckled before answering " Sergio. He was a little black kitten with a pink nose." I looked at Wanda and repeated what Pietro told me "he said Sergio, black cat with a pink nose." Wanda put her hand over her mouth and stared at me with teary eyes. She hugged me tightly and cried. I looked at Pietro and noticed he was crying. I smirked at him and he elbowed me in the side.
After a a few hours of sitting with Vision, Wanda, and Pietro, Steve called us down for a meeting. I asked to stay behind but apparently I was needed.
"So, why am I here?" I asked as I sat down in a hard chair.
"We need to talk about your situation," Steve told me "it's bound to get out that your staying here and we need an explication for why."
Everybody looked at me and I looked at Tony "well of word gets out that I'm living here," I started "why don't we just say the truth?" Tony's head shot up and he looked at me "I'm an orphan with powers that needed somewhere to stay and you guys took me in." Tony looked slightly hurt but nodded. It was decided.
After the meeting, I went back to my room and called Peter. I told him everything; how Steve kidnapped me, how I have a new ghost friend, and how this is my new home. He seemed worried but supportive none the less. After I got off the phone with Peter, I texted Ophelia and told her that she should come here tomorrow afternoon so we can see each other. She asked if it was ok and I told her I'd ask tomorrow morning but I'm sure it'll be ok.
I plugged in my phone and got ready for bed. It took a couple minutes to figure out the shower but after I figured it out, I had a hot shower and climbed into the soft bed. Before falling asleep, I just layer there for a second and thought about how no matter how much I dislike Tony, I'm grateful for this. If he didn't ask Steve to kidnap me, I would still be in that house, surrounded by reporters all hounding me. He's my dad, whether I like it or not.