(A/N A bit of a mess)

"Stop!" I yelled flames emerged from my hands. They both stopped talking and stared at me. I didn't know what was happening.

"El, calm down." Tony soothed.

"I'm not going anywhere. And neither is Peter," I stated. I held my fire-engulfed hands in a defensive position.

"Okay," Tony agreed. The flames suddenly disappeared. I stared at my hands, dumbfounded.

"Was that fire... coming out of... me?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think so," Tony stated in a plain voice. Why was he so calm?

"How are you so calm?" I asked, "I'm freaking out!"

"Because Steve over here is 100 years old. Nothing surprises me anymore." Tony stated. It made sense.

"B-but-" I cut myself off, staring incredulously at my hands.

"Shit," I cursed as I ran my hand through my hair. Peter started to approach me, but I backed up until I was against the wall, scared that I was going to hurt him. Peter must have seen the fear in my eyes because he immediately stopped walking towards me.

"El?" He asked. I could tell he was upset because I was scared of him. But I wasn't scared of him, I was scared of hurting him.

"Pete, I am not in the mood to set you on fire right now!"

"El, you won't set me on fire," Peter claimed as he began to walk towards me again. Why does he have to be so stupid sometimes?

"Peter!" I yelled. He ignored me and embraced me in a hug. It took me a second to process that he wasn't dead yet. Hesitantly, I returned his gesture.

"Hands off, kid," Tony barked. Steve and Tony both had an 'oh you didn't load the dishwasher when I was gone?' mom look on their faces. Our faces both turned crimson red. Peter sighed and dropped his arms to his side.

"You two get some sleep. You look like you could use it." Steve suggested.

"And don't get too touchy-feely up in here," Tony added.

"Leave. Get out." I playfully demanded.

"Goodnight swee-" Steve stopped himself as he realized what he was about to say. I fought the memories that wanted to haunt me so badly right now.

"Uh... yo-you t-too," I stuttered awkwardly. Tony clenched and unclenched his fist. Steve just nodded before walking out.

"I mean it. No touchy-feely." Tony smirked as he walked out. Peter offered me a soft smile.

"Sleep well," I mumbled as I walked into my room and collapsed onto the bed.

"You too," He said in almost a whisper.

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I fell asleep around two thirty in the morning. I was surprised when I woke up and the clock read eleven forty-three. I really slept in.

I groaned as I rolled out of bed and fell on the floor. After several minutes of contemplating whether I should stay on the floor or get up, I decided to stay on the floor. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, Peter burst in screaming the Backyardigans theme song.

I couldn't help but smile. Surprisingly, he hit the high note effortlessly.

"Good morning." I greeted.

"I. Have. Been. Awake. For. Six. Hours. Without you! It was so boring!" He pouted.

"You lived," I sighed. I must admit, I wasn't too happy that he woke me from my floor nap. I rose to my feet and stumbled into the kitchen. As I searched through the fridge, I realized that I wasn't hungry.

"I'm going to go find Tony," I stated as I made my way to the door. Peter hummed a response. I swung the door open and made my way to the elevator.

"Jarvis, where is Tony?" I questioned.

"In his workshop, miss Bay."

"Thanks." The elevator doors opened in Tony's workshop. My whole body froze as I saw Edward tied up to a chair, beat up and bloody.

"El, go back upstairs," Tony worriedly demanded. I laughed at how weak he looked, it gave me a sense of victory-vengeance-revenge. I smirked, a bitter feeling of happiness overcame me to see him in such a familiar place, in such a parallel situation, the tables turned. I could do anything I wanted, with him helpless, tied up.

Mindlessly, I swung a punch straight towards his face, causing his lip to bust open and bleed, "El! Please calm down," I just glanced at him before turning back to Edward, glaring at his faint smirk. I shoved him and his chair to the ground and started kicking him in the stomach. My fury only grew when his expression didn't turn into one of dread, but one of joy. Rage boiled in me and he set to flames, the red in the fire perfectly depicted my rage. Only when I felt Tony's hand on my shoulder did the flames go out to show the dead body of my tormentor laying in front of me.

"El, I think you need to go clear your head," Tony mumbled, and I could hear bits of shock and terror in his voice and I hated it. I mutely nodded before walking away.

I numbly drifted to my balcony, and once there a victorious smile crept onto my face as I stared at his blood on my hands. He deserved worse, but I'm happy to have him out of my life, to feel even the least bit secure.

"E-El? Are you okay?" A small voice I recognized as Peter's asked. I turned around to see a shocked and scared face.

"I killed him," I plainly stated.

"What? W-who did you k-kill?" He's scared, scared of me? I hate it, "He deserved it, it's not my fault." Peter seemed to realize who I was talking about and his eyes widened, "Edward...?" I could only nod in response.

"I-I'm not a monster," I couldn't seem to say anything more, "No! No, El you're not if anyone was a monster it'd be him." I nodded, and leaned into him, burying my head in his chest as we dissolved into a heap of tears on the ground.

I'm not sure when I drifted off to sleep but when I woke up I was on a couch, my head in Peter's chest and my feet in Tony's lap, both of them were also sleeping. I cuddle closer into Peter, and as I recalled the events of the day more tears threatened to fall.

Slowly, I attempted to untangle myself from the pile of people. Peter stirs. I don't want to wake him up so I stopped trying to get up.

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Third person POV

El fell back asleep, snuggling close to Pete. Tony stirred awake and smiled at what he woke up to El and Peter peacefully sleeping. Then he noticed that El was snuggling close to Peter. He sighed as he realized that there was no way he could keep Peter away from her.

Steve knocked on the door, wondering where everyone went.

"Come on in," Tony softly said. Commander 'Merica slowly opened the door and smiled at what he saw.

"Just wondering where everyone was," His voice was barely above a whisper. Tony simply nodded before Steve left, closing the door behind him. He immediately looked at El as he heard her groan. He relaxed when he realized that she had just woken up.

"Hey," Tony calmly greeted. El rubbed her eyes before responding.

"Hi," She smiled. She looked at Peter and a smile tugged at her lips. They sat there as they waited for Peter to wake up. All they could do was stare at the wall. Very exciting.

They sat there waiting for a good hour before Peter's eyes slowly opened. His face turned bright red as he saw how El was laying on top of him.

He inhaled and everyone looked at him once he made the slightest sound. El smiled at Peter and he returned the gesture.

"I put you two on a boat," Tony stated.

"What?" Peter asked.

"A boat. I put you on a boat, you uncultured swine."

"You mean that you ship us?" Peter asked as his face turned bright red.

"What does that mean?" El questioned, genuinely confused. Both Tony and Peter remembered that she went almost her whole life without being on the internet. Of course, she wouldn't know what 'ship' meant.

"It means that he wants us to get together," Peter explained. His face felt like it was on fire. El awkwardly laughed as her face also turned bright red.

"Well, I have something to work on."

"Have fun," El sighed as she moved her feet so that he could stand up.

"So, um," El grinned, "We're on a boat." Peter didn't know whether to sigh in exasperation or to blush. He decided on neither, instead, he asked, "And what do you want to do on this boat?"

"This," she stood on her tiptoes and gave him a short peck before turning bright red and nearly running out of the room.

"What just- um, so- did you actually just?-"

Interrupting him she leaned up once again and passionately kissed him. He placed his hand on the back of her neck and deepened the kiss.

"I'm sorry, that was-"

"Totally tubular," Peter interrupted in an 80's surfer voice. El burst out laughing and pulled him into a hug.