A/N: been a while since I updated this so my apologies if it sounds confusing. I'm too lazy to read the five chapters before this to remember what I wrote.

If no one found out... maybe things would be different. No. No I can't do that.

Megan sighed quietly as she rolled in her swivel chair, staring at the mural of her father. "Maybe you could fix all of this if you were here." She muttered, picking up a pencil and flipping it between her fingers, deep in thought.

Megan spun towards her computer, frowning at the frozen browser. "Seriously? It's been three minutes. C'mon!" She slapped her keyboard, and although it didn't work, she continued to hit it as if it would do anything.

"I give up." Megan stood up and walked out of her bedroom and down towards the kitchen, hoping to see a familiar face. But like always, the place was empty. Too silent.

Like it had been for the last few days. Maybes weeks. She rarely saw her mom now. Or Steve. She hadn't seen Bucky or Sam in a while and Wanda was still missing.

To Megan, she felt alone in the compound. She wasn't allowed to visit Steve upstairs anymore, and Bucky never texted her back. Sam didn't bother to send anything more than a thumbs up emoji.

The blonde sighed, sitting down on one of the chairs by the island, resting her head on the counter.

"You too, huh?" Bruce cleared his throat as he walked into the kitchen.

"Why would they leave us and never text back? We've all been together for years, Bruce." We've gone through so much. Megan thought to herself as Bruce poured the two of them glasses of coffee that had laid untouched for hours, though it was still hot.

"People move on, Megan. You can't exactly force them to stay in one place." He slid the mug across the counter and Megan hummed, sipping the coffee.

"I just want us to be together again. Like we used to be. But it's kind of impossible now since half of us are either dead or won't contact us." Bruce pressed his lips together in a thin line and nodded.

"We should let them have their space. To cope, Y'know?" He quirked a brow as Megan nodded, holding back a single tear.

He was right. They all needed space for some time. But they still could have sent a message every once in a while. So she knew they weren't dead like the rest.

"Do you think I'd be able to erase everyone's memory? To forget that I was Megan Stark?"

"Well, if you did that, I'd forget about you. And right now... you're all I have left." Megan tried to smile, but she couldn't. She loved Bruce like he was another father, but she just wished the people of the world would forget who she was.

"MJ said they'd grow tired of it soon enough... do you think she's right?" Megan asked as she looked up at Bruce, who frowned in question.

"I do believe people will grow tired of trying to push themselves into your life. But people like the papaya will never get tired of invading your personal life. Especially not after the— recent events."

She ran a hand through her hair, resting an elbow on the counter. It hadn't been very long since they discovered who she was. She could thank Landon for that.

The thought of him enraged her now. The fact she had told him everything, let him do the things he did to her. Pressure her into things she never wanted to do. The scar. The years of pain. And yet, she still revealed the truth to him.

That's what you get for being friends with a liar.

Megan didn't know what else to say. So she just took her coffee and walked back to her room, hoping Bruce would leave her alone again.

"Megan. Peter has left you 5 voice mails." Hax spoke into her ear, and Megan shook her head.

"Just ignore them... I can't deal with this anymore."

"He seems to be concerned about you, Megan. I suggest you at least text him back."

"I'm fine, Hax. I just need to—" Megan gasped as she saw a helicopter fly up towards the compound, stiffing with agitation as she realized it was once again a news helicopter.

"Are you serious right now?!" Megan yelled, storming over to her window and closing the drapes. "Can't even have some privacy in my own damn room!"

"I think they are talking about the discovery of your powers and if you are a danger to the world."

"A danger to the— what?! I'm not a danger! I just— I haven't controlled my powers yet!" Megan slumped onto the ground, rubbing her eyes. "Can you get the to go away? Or Friday?!"

"I'll have Friday deal with them." Hax said before an almost silent buzz echoed around the room. Megan groaned again and stood up, walking into her bathroom, locking the door behind her.

The whirring of the helicopter faded as Friday sent them away, allowing Megan to relax but only slightly.

"This is going to be the death of me."