Hello Kittens

“Just a few more, boss,” The Tall one says. Pointing your gun at one of the tellers you fire, screams erupt in the bank “Don’t you dare touch that button, that was just a warning” but not heading your words the teller presses his finger down onto the red panic button then ducks under the counter. Walking over slowly you peek over the counter, “Did you really think it would work.” You snicker as all the computer screen start flashing. Laughing you skip to the door, “Thank you for your time ladies and gents, but I’m afraid all good things must come to an end. I want to give special thanks to you, scream lady, yeah you were great.” You laugh “Boss, we got a problem,” Fatty says “Thanks, everyone, and goodnight” taking a bow and firing one more warning shot you exit the bank

Outside are Tall and Fatty are both hid in cover guns at the ready, “Who’s crashing my party” you shout stepping out of the bank “Drop the cash, and this won’t get ugly” a voice booms from the street “Oh, the super nerds” you shout walking into view. The bag of cash your carrying is quickly snatched from your hand by a long piece of sticky white web. “Aren’t you a little young for this?” Iron Man says landing at the bottom of the bank steps, thinking for a moment you huff and put your hands up “What can I say rough childhood.” Waking down two steps you put your hand to your hip “do I know you?” he asks glaring at him you snap your fingers “Power down” you giggle as the eyes of Iron Mans suit dim and he goes stiff. “Come on boys” you snap skipping down the steps

“Mr. Stark, are you alright?” Peter asks knocking on his helmet “My suit isn’t responding to me, she hacked it somehow” Tony huffed “Don’t worry I got this” Peter chimed before running after the three robbers “No wait, she’s dangerous” Tony tried but it was too late he was gone.

“We did it [Y/N]” Fatty says dragging a large bag of cash on the ground “Code names, we’re not in the clear yet. Spider-boy is still on us.” “Spider-man” Peter shouts landing at the end of the alley “Don’t make me do this to ya kid” you huff crossing your arms “I’m not a kid, we’re like the same age” he says his voice stern “Oh tin man” you shout and after a moment A suit of red armor flies overhead landing in front of Peter “Run, kid” Tony yells as the suit lunges at Peter. Sending a wink their way you and your Henchmen bolt down the alley to freedom.

“That was really cool what you did back there [Y/N]” Tall says counting the cash “Thanks, Moe, where’s Bobby?” you ask kicking your feet up flipping through the TV channels stopping on one when you see your face, turning up the volume “Hey Bob look, the boss is on TV” shushing him you stare at the screen

“This team of bank robbers somehow disabled all the locks, cameras, and alarms at the bank making a quick getaway after the Avengers, Iron Man and Spider-man were rendered incapable of catching the small team. Our only question now is…who is this new criminal, and where will they strike next.” Frowning at the picture of Avengers Tower on the screen you mumble “Oh, you’ll see”

The wall behind you was cold as you blew on your fresh manicure, peeking down the street you see a man wearing a black suit walking down the street munching on a sandwich.  Nodding to Fatty you stumble onto the sidewalk. “Please…anyone” you scream as the man runs to your side. “What is it?” he asks rushed “My dad he…he oh god please help him” you cry rushing into the alley past the dumpster Fatty’s hiding behind. Lying on the ground Tall writhes in pain “What happened to him” the man asks as Fatty presses a taser to his neck zapping him. “Sucker,” Tall says from the ground as you help him up “Fatty grab his ID” frowning the large man sighs loudly “What?” you snap “It’s just…why Fatty” he says sadly. Rolling your eyes “You wanted a codename, find one other quality about yourself and we’ll talk.” Thinking for a moment he finds one “I’m happy a lot can you call me Happy” “There’s already a Happy” “What?” he asks “What” you say confused “Just grab the fucking key card” you snarl as Tall searches the mans pockets pulling out his wallet showing you the man’s SHEILD ID card. Walking out of the alley and down the street, you hear the crunch of lettuce behind you. Turning on your heels you see Fatty eating that agents sandwich “idiots” you snarl strutting down the street.

Walking up to Avengers Tower you slip shades onto your face smoothing your red leather jacket around your shoulders. Opening the glass doors, you strike up a conversation about paperwork with the gentlemen. “And she said, Get the paperwork to me by tomorrow,” Tall says making a funny face “Oh she is just a hoot” you coo staring at the metal detector focusing on it. Passing through with no problem you wave to the security guard who was eating lunch, making the light go off in his office you briskly walk to the door swipe the keycard and enter the building.

Stepping into the elevator you press the button for a restricted floor and an AI voice chimes over the speaker “I don’t recognize your facial identification” the female voice says calmly “Please choose another floor and have a nice day” waving your hand over the buttons the elevator begins raising slowly “You are not authorized to access the secure Avengers levels.” The AI says again this time a little flustered “Can’t you shut it off” Tall asks “Not from the elevator when we get to the enteral cortex of the AI system we’ll have access to the whole Avengers network.” Mouth slightly agape to grip Tall’s shoulders “When we get to the room with all the flashing lights I can hack into all the stuff,” you say sarcastically making him smile. When the elevator stops at the wrong floor you zap the console again “That AI bitch” not moving the elevator doors open and a young man with brown hair and a nerdy tee-shirt, steps into the elevator smiling at Tall who looks very professional in the suit you made him wear. As the elevator ascends the boy’s eyes wander to you, studying you carefully he gasps pointing his wrist at you pressing a small button. “Hi Spider-Boy” you giggle licking your lips as Fatty grabs him tightly holding him in place.

Stepping out of the elevator you press your pistol into Peters back “Stay calm and I won’t shoot” you snicker leading him toward the cortex. “Why are you doing this?” he asks squirming a little “Not for the reason you think,” you say a slight Russian accent peeking through in your stern tone. Making it to the large metal door you wave your hand over the eye scanner after a moment it lights up green and the door begins to slowly open. “You know we could really use someone like you, don’t do this” he pleads as you push him along. “Watch him” you snap pushing him into a corner tossing Tall your gun walking to the center of the room a complex control panel appears around you. Pressing a button, the large screen on the wall lights up. “You do not have…” the AI cuts off abruptly “Pull up Sokovia, death reports” you state not hiding your accent “There are one hundred and seventy-seven deaths caused by the battle of Sokovia” FRIDAY says “What the hell are you doing, hack the damn thing and get all of Tony Starks money” Fatty snaps “For four months I have had to out up with the pair of you, all so I can get here now SHUT UP” you snarl as two thick cords snake down from the celling shocking the men knocking them out. Grabbing your gun Peter points, it at you. “Tatiana and Howard [Y/L/N]” you choke as Peter picks up the phone in the corner calling for backup “Tatiana and Howard Y/l/n were killed by the fall of apartment six five three during the battle of Sokovia their daughter Y/n was found in the rubble without her memory she was brought to the united states by Tony Stark for her strange ability to…” “Control machines, I knew It,  the memories are really coming back” you sigh as the door behind you opens people run in shouting for you to put your hands up. “wait” Tony yells inching closer to you as the console disappears “Y/n, is that you” he says reaching out an arm to you “I just wanted to know who I was, this is the only place that could tell me” your voice trembling “all the money is at thirty-seven fifty-two south Broadway in the attic of a theater. You can arrest me, I just needed to know” you say holding out your hands looking into Peters sad eyes. As two men advance Tony stops them “You did all that to get here?” “I know it’s stupid but” he grabs your hand “You’re not going away. You’ll stay here. Train, and help in the lab because you did a lot of bad things” laughing sadly he leads you out of the room. Meeting eyes with a familiar woman she rushes at you pulling you into her arms. Wanda hugs you tight smoothing your hair “I’ll take her from here” “Can I come?” Peter asks

Placing the mop back in the bucket you carry it into the kitchen placing it in the corner. Reaching the cupboard, you grab a basket of potatoes, grabbing a pot you place it above the fireplace and set to peeling. Hearing a small squeak, you screech out in fear when you look down and see a mouse. Jumping back, you bring the bowl of potatoes with you and they fall into the ash of the fireplace. “No” you whimper getting on your knees picking up the small chopped pieces from the ash. To our right you see the small mouse cowering in the corner staring at you, beady eyes blinking rapidly “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. You must be hungry, not many scraps around when my stepmother makes me clean all day.” As if seeming to understand you the mouse nods and inches closer. Picking up a small piece of potato you place it on the floor near him. Moving closer with caution the small mouse grabs the food in his little paws and nibbles on it. When another little head pokes out from behind the stove you giggle as the two mice fight for the bit of food. “Here, don’t fight there’s plenty for both of you” you giggle placing another potato bit on the ground for the new fat mouse. “Now, if you two don’t mind, if I don’t clean these I’m doomed”

“Where is dinner” your stepmother demands as you quickly grab the serving bowl and pour soup into it. “Right here” you smile placing the bowl on the table, you serve Lady Tremaine first then move to your stepsisters “What is all over you girl,” your stepmother asks. Closing your eyes, you place Drizella’s bowl in front of her “She’s all dirty, we should call you Cinderwench!” Anastasia laughs “Dirtyella” Drizella says with a snorty laugh before both girls look at one another “Cinderella” they cry before a fit of laughter. A lump in your throat forms as the girls chant your new nickname. A loud knock at the door silences the table, “Go get the door… Cinderella” Lady Tremaine grins as you quickly walk to the door wiping away the wetness in your eyes.

“Hello?” you ask the well dress man at the door “I am here to formally invite the household to a lavish ball at the castle!” handing you an envelope he bows slightly as you thank him. “Who was it…Cinderella?” Lady Tremaine asks slurping her soup “it was someone from the castle they gave me this” You say handing the envelope to your stepmother. Waving her hand at you she shoos you away, retreating to the other side of the table you take a seat and grab the serving bowl. Finding only the scraps of potatoes and a little broth you sigh and place it back on the table. “Girls, wonderful news!” Lady Tremaine laughs Scanning the letter again “We have been invited to the ball at the castle in three days’ time.” She smiles at her daughters as they scream in excitement “It is to help the Prince find a proper young lady to be his new wife.” Anastasia says having snatched the letter from her mother “We’ll need new dresses and…” “TO get our hair done” “Oh, my dear girls don’t fret you will be the most stunning at the ball. Won’t they be Cinderella?” She asks smugly “Of course, I need you to start on those dresses right away.” She grins her evil grin “Of course stepmother” you frown gathering the dishes. “Anastasia, shall we go pick out the fabric?” Drizella asks getting up “I’d be delighted” her sister giggles running upstairs. While your stepmother watches her daughters scurry up the stairs you grab the invitation off the table and scan the words smiling. “Stepmother?” you ask as she faces you, fake sincerity in her voice “Yes” “This invitation says We formally invite any suitable woman. Does that mean I can go?” you ask hopefully. Your words turn Lady Tremaine’s feature sour and mean but soon they soften and she smiles “Of course…” Smiling you think of what to wear “But you’ll first need to finish your chores, the dresses for your stepsisters, and then after that if you look decent enough, I suppose you may accompany us to the ball” she says as your eye brighten “Oh, thank you Stepmother” carrying the dishes to the kitchen you smile all the way.

For three days you work tirelessly to finish any chore your stepmother threw at you, to make your sisters new dresses from the prince’s ball, and to at the end of the day after all that you worked on your own dress. But the evening had finally come, you’d finished mopping, sweeping, and dusting everything you were told to and it was time for the ball. “Oh, Cinderella!” Lady Tremaine called from the front door. Smoothing your dress, you smile at your reflection “Cinderella!” “Coming” you call back descending the stairs. “What took you so lo…” Anastasia starts before gasping at the sight of you. After curling your hair with a few of your stepmother’s old curlers you’d found one of your mother’s old strings of pearls and clasped it around your neck. “What are you wearing” Drizella snapped as her mother walks up to “You said if I…” shushing you she nods “I know what I said” turning she smiles at her daughters “Those pearls really do make you look stunning” she grinned as Drizella fumed “Why you little” she snaps rushing towards you gripping the pearls in her fist tearing them off they spill onto the floor. “And that dress” Lady Tremaine snickers back still turned. In a huff, Anastasia stomps over and rips the sleeve off your dress, while Drizella grabs a layer of silk tearing it. Like a tornado the girls tore your ball gown into rags, turning your stepmother gives a fake gasp” Well Cinderella, you couldn’t possibly go to the ball in that” she smirked opening the door “We’ll be back late” Tears stung your eyes as you watched the carriage pull away towards the castle. Running through the manor you burst out into the back garden, sobbing your run past the garden and towards the back of the yard. Defeated you sit on a bench looking over your mother’s grave “I try mother…so hard. To be the woman you wanted me to be, it’s so hard. First you then father, I don’t know if I can do it anymore. Oh, please mother help me” you cry

“Well I don’t know about her, but I think I may be able to help” a voice says from behind you “Who are you” you ask quite startled, standing in a bright pink suit that seemed to sparkle in the night was a man a bright smile on his face “You know who I am” he said taking a seat next to you. Flicking his wrist in the air a small puff of pink sparkles reveals a handkerchief “Are you my Fairy God…” “Mother…don’t ask” taking the small piece of cloth you dab your eyes. “Don’t you have a ball to get to?” he asks making the damp rag disappear “My stepsisters destroyed my dress, how can I got now” you sigh looking down at the remnants of your dress “Well…” Your godmother says pulling a wand from his sleeve “All you need do is ask” he says with a wink he shakes a sparkle from the tip of the wand “Can you help me get to the ball?” you ask hopefully “Thought you’d never ask” he smiles holding up his wand but stopping thinking for a moment “Is something wrong?” you ask concerned “No, it’s just there’s a word. A pesky word.” Stroking his chin your godmother taps his foot deep in thought “No, not that one, hmmm, No, aha” he smiles holding his wand up once more “Bibbidi-Bobbidi-BOO” he chimes waving his wand in the air your surrounded by a cloud of pink fog. Looking on with eyes of wonder he watches as you lift off the ground and twirl in a circle. When your feet touch the ground a beautiful blue ball gown hugs your body and you smile “Amazing” “Well I was going for pink but this’ll do” he marvels grabbing your hand leading you to the stables “They took the horses” looking in the corner he points his wand at two small mice, repeating his spell the mice begin scurrying away before growing hooves and hairy tails. From the street a dog spots the commotion and begins barking madly at your small group, “Come here boy” he calls and the dog quickly runs over slobber dripping from it’s lips, waving his wad in the air the dog stands on his hind legs growing taller begore a full grown man stand before you “Now go fetch me melon” he asks you as you stare at the new man who smiles back “We…don’t grow melons, we have pumpkins” you reason as the dog man runs to the pumpkin patch grabbing a large pumpkin and brining it to the barn “What do I need a pumpkin for?” looking at you your godmother “After all this you still doubt me” saying his magic word one last time the pumpkin wiggles and stretches a little before swelling in size. The vine from the top weaves itself down and form round wheels at the bottom as the color of the squash changes from a deep orange to a brilliant gold. “One more thing” Your fairy godmother says waving his wand at your feet, looking down you lift your dress “Glass?” you ask looking at your new shoes “Every story need a memorable detail” sending you a wink the Coachman leads you to the carriage door “Ella, the magic. It’s powerful but all magic has limits. All of this will fade after the clock strikes twelve.” “Thank you for everything”

The steps off the palace, a place you’d never thought you’d ever see. The ballroom was full of life as you walked, taking in the sights of your first lavish party. A hush falls over the crowd and all eyes wander to the stairs as Prince Thomas looks out at the sea of people before he descends. “the prince” you hear a familiar voice say from your right, it was Anastasia standing next to the rest of your stepfamily. Gasping you move through the sea of people away from your family. Accidentally stepping on someone’s foot they shove you away and into the center of the room, directly in front of the price “My apologize , your majesty” you bow as the Prince smile “Would you care to dance” at a loss for words the prince grabs your hand and the band begins playing a beautiful waltz “I’ve never danced before” you admit as the price guides you to the empty floor “You’ll do amazing” he assures leading you in a dance you had no idea you could do. The movement flows so fluidly that it’s almost as though you are just one mind competently in sync. Staring into the prince’s big brown eyes you feel your heart soar as he lifts you off the ground twirling you. Even after the song stops he hold your waist for a moment longer “Can we find a place a little quieter” he asks holding out his hand, taking it, he leads you to a balcony looking out at a clock tower. Taking a seat on a bench he looks at you, eyes bright “What do they call you?” he asks “No matter what they call me Prince Thomas” you say shyly knowing full well if your stepmother ever knew you were here she’d throw a fit, all night the two of you talked and laughed. “After tonight may I come visit you, where in the kingdom do you reside” he asks as a loud chime interrupts your answer, looking over to the clock tower you realize the hours had melted away “I have to go” you stand and begin out of the castle “Wait stay please” Tom pleads grabbing your arm pulling you into him, when his eyes meet your something takes over and you press your lips against his, the kiss seams to last forever but as the second trike booms through the hall you pull away running away from the prince who follows closely in toe. Running down the front steps of the castle you stumble and one of your glass slippers slips off your foot, not looking back jump into the carriage “Go FAST” you shout as it pulls away.

The seats had grown mushy and the coachman had a tail but you made it home before the carriage became a small orange pumpkin and the horses two mice again. In the rags of your old dress you run up to the attic where you slept, falling onto your bed you lay your head on the pillow and fall into a deep sleep.

“Wake up, Ella please” whispers your fairy godmother who was just a small little fairy about the size of a potato “What, what’s going on” “You fell asleep, the prince he launched a full search party” “For who” you ask still groggy “You” he chirps grabbing your finger in his tiny hands pulling you to his feet “He got here three minutes ago, you are one heavy sleeper. That nasty stepmother of yours locked you in her but she’s no match for…” waving his wand in the air your godmother mutters his magic words but nothing happens “Anastasia, come here dear it’s your turn” you hear Lady Tremaine yell “My magic, it’s not strong enough I cant open the door” he sighs defeated “I’m sorry Ella” “No I have stayed here for too long, been through too much to give up now” you snap rushing to your vanity pulling out a few hair pins. Sticking them in the lock you godmother hovers over your shoulder. When the lock clicks he cheer and your run down the stair “Go get your prince” he yells

“No, try Drizella one more time please it was her I swear” Lady Tremaine pleads to the price who was holding a beautiful glass slipper “No it wasn’t” you call from the top of the stairs “Who is she?” Tom asks hopefully “No one just my stepdaughter, she’s crazy, utterly deranged” she pleads getting hysterical “You were to bring me every girl in the house,” the prince says pushing past her and meets you at the bottom of the stairs. “This slipper was left at my ball last night, it fits the women I shared true loves kiss with, may I?” he asks kneels. Sticking out your foot your step-sisters watch in horror as the slipper slips effortlessly onto your foot “It is you” Tom beams grabbing you by the waist kissing his lips to yours “I’m so happy it is you” the prince beams leading you from the house ignoring the distressed calls of your stepmother and sisters.

The prince and you had a ball soon after it was a celebration of your engagement, you danced all night and live Happily Ever After!

As your mother sips from her china you stare out at the mountains on the border of the forest, the world looks so beautiful from your spot in the tower. “get away from there girl” your mother yells angrily, bowing your head you take a seat across from her “What’s the world like?” you ask hopefully “Horrible, you should thank me for letting you stay here, safe and sound in this tower” she says blankly scratching her dry forehead. “Well, this has been…goodnight Rapunzel” she sighs getting up in a huff “Goodnight mother,” you say sadly throwing your hair from your window once more “Rapunzel, be good” she growls climbing from the window.

As your mother daily visit neared you start humming a small tune, and soon enough you’re singing a beautiful song about a true love finding her way. The sound of your heavenly voice carries down the tower and through the forest, to the ears of a lonely traveler. Hearing your sweet voice her smiles, “Do you hear that boy” he asks his horse turning in the direction of your hidden Tower.

The voice gets closer as the Prince nears the tall tower, once he stands in the clearing before tower he jumps from his steed, running around the base of the humongous structure. With no door in sight, he rounds the tower again slower this time. Feeling the smooth stones, he tries to find handholds to access the lone window at the top of the tower. The slight snap of a twig startles the Prince as he grabs his horse and runs behind a large rock, holding his horse by the muzzle.

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair.” The prince hears a ghoulish voice cry from just a few paces away. Peeking out from behind the rock the Prince watches to his amazement as a long golden rope is thrown from the window at the top of the stone tower. A short pudgy woman with gnarled fingers and ratty hair grabs the end of the long rope and begins to climb. An hour passed before the prince heard the struggles of the old witch climbing down from the tower, “And be good” she yells back up the tower before waddling back into the forest. As the prince creeps out from behind the rock his horse grunts and pounds his huff into the ground nervously “I have to see the face behind the voice, I’ll back!” he says standing where the old woman stood saying exactly what she said “Rapunzel, Rapunzel. Let down you…hair” he calls and a moment later the long rope is thrown down from the top.

“Did you forget something mother…” your eyes those a gorgeous man dressed in royal clothing “Who are you?” you asks cautiously having never seen man before “My name is Price Thomas, was your the voice I heard in the forest” he asks stepping into the tower taking a look at your long braid with a smile. “Yes that was me” you say shyly as he crosses to you “You have the most beautiful voice, and the face of a goddess to match” he says caressing your cheeks with his strong hand “I can sing for you again if you’d like?” you says hopefully tucking a long strand of hair behind your ear “I’d love that” he coos sitting on a stool as you begin. Watching him watch you warms your heart, your mother never liked your singing and scolded you when she heard it. This Prince really liked your voice, you couldn’t wait to see him again as he told you he should take his leave. “Please come with me” he pleads sitting on the window sill “I cannot, I have no way down.” “I’ll tell you what, when I come to see you I will bring you a roll of the strongest yarn I can find and you can make yourself a way out” he beamed as you blush “You’ll come and see me again” climbing back into the window he smile cupping your cheeks in his hands “Of course” pressing his lips against your in attender kiss your left foot pops in the air as you moan into his sweet embrace. “Till our next meeting,” he said kissing your hands before climbing down your hair.

The prince kept his promise and rode to your tower every night after the witch left and brought you a ball of thick yarn to weave into a long rope. One night he came with more than just a ball of twine though, it was a particularly nasty visit with your mother where she found a stray piece of yarn you forgt to hide “WHAT IS THIS” she had yelled striking your across the face with her tough hand “Oh my love, what happened to you” Tom asked climbing through the window examining your face “It’s nothing just my mother being a mean old woman” you said sadly as he placed the ball of yarn on the table “I was going to wait for you to see the world before I did this but I can’t wait any longer.” Tom said with a smile turning to you. Taking out a small box he drops down to one knee, “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, will you please make me the happiest man in the whole world, will you let me show you the world as my wife” “Of course, my love.” You beam as he places the beautiful ring on your hand “My rope will be done in two days’ time, then we can be together my Prince” you say kissing your new fiancé.

The next day you were so excited about your new life you got careless and as the witch neared the top of the tower which happens to be the most painful part of the climb for you. A statement falls from your lips “Why are you so much heavier than the prince” you huff covering your mouth with a gasp as your mother grabs you by your blonde locks “You horrid little girl, how dare you. I raised you, fed you, changed you, and this is how you repay me.” She screams her nails digging into your scalp “This will teach you” she growls snatching a pair of old scissors off her belt bringing them to your head cutting off your braid. “NO” you scream as she shoves you away “This is what you get for tricking me” she snarls waving her hands in the air, a deep green fog leaks from her fingers as she mutters magic words. The fog envelops you and you are whisked away to a far-off land.

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair, my love” Tom called with a bright smile on his face. After a long moment, the long golden braid he had grown accustomed to flew down the tower walls. Grabbing it he pulls himself up and into the window straddling the sill. “Hello” the witch snarls from as Tom gasps “Where is Rapunzel?” he snaps as the witch cackles holding the end of the braid “Your little songbird is gone” the witch cackles “And you will never see her again, Princey” she cackles again. The price overcome with grief throws himself from the tower window, surviving the fall he lands in a bush of thorns that badly scratch his whole body and eyes.

For the months to come the prince quite literally wandered blindly through the forest and the of the far reaches of the worlds, and one day he was riding his trusty steed through a desert when he heard a familiar voice. A beautiful voice singing a sad but beautiful song. “Rapunzel” he cried jumping from his horse “Rapunzel, Rapunzel,  is that you, my love” he cried overcome with emotion he dropped to his knees “Please” he whimpered as a pair of soft hands grabbed his face “It’s me, my love,, Rapunzel” your soft voice said as he sobbed you pulled him close tearing off his bandage seeing his ravedged eyes you sobbed as well, “Oh Thomas, I’m so so sorry” you whimper as  he looks up at you “I found you my love, and I don’t need eyes to love you” crying out you lean down and place a kiss on his dry lips. While you leaned over you closed your eyes tight and a tear dripped from your eyes and fell upon his eye. Somehow Thomas smiled and stood holding your face in his hand “My love, you look beautiful as ever” opening your eyes with gas you see Tom staring at you bright wet eyes blinking down at you. “Oh Thomas, I love you” you cry as he picks you up and twirls you around “I love you too, Rapunzel”

And so Rapunzel and Thomas were married and live happily ever after!

“So, Spider-man, what made you say yes to this date?” you ask as your plates are cleared away “Well, normally I would never go on a blind date because you know, but when Z said she had a really cool friend I should meet I thought I’d check it out.” He smiled pouring you another glass of wine “I don’t normally do this either” you chuckle as he almost spills his wine all over himself “I have gone on all night about myself, I wanna hear about you, like what do you do?” blushing you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear “I work at a clinic downtown, but um. Before that, I was a medic in Afghanistan” “What” Tom exclaims in shock. Giving a breathy laugh, you blush “You were in the army, that’s badass” he says reaching over placing a hand on yours “Really? Some guys run when they hear about my past” shaking his head he scoffs “That’s so cool so…” “No I didn’t kill anyone, yes it was hot there, and your welcome for my service” laughing he looks you over “I never would have guessed it” “That’s cause you haven’t seen this” you say pulling your shirt off your shoulder “Whoa!” he says in awe staring at the bullet wound on your shoulder “There was this kid behind a car in this little village, his mom got picked up  by another soldier but the fire was too heavy to go back but I got cocky. Saved the kid though” you say sipping your drink. When you bring it down you see Tom staring at you with wide eyes “You’re a bloody HERO!”

**THREE MONTHS LATER (your second sleepover) **

Men shouting in Arabic, gunshots, all the noise was background to the real focus. A small child sitting curled in a ball behind a small green car, a deep gash on his head as bullets pelted the car. He wailed in fear as his mother tried to struggle away from the soldier that saved her. The enemies ammo seemed to never run out as the car was pelted with heavy fire. Dropping your pack, you look back to your commander he shakes his head vigorously, his demands are drowned out by your heartbeat in your ear. Running out into the battlefield bullets whiz by your face as you run to the little boy. Like someone flipped a switch the shooting stopped and your feet planted themselves on the floor, screaming and crying the boy stood to his feet and took a staggered step. In horror, you watch as a large man with a gun slung over shoulder steps from behind the car. Struggling to move your feet you take a heavy step and your foot sinks into the solid ground, turning around to see all of your comrades’ dead on the dirt floor of the shelter. Looking back to the boy you watch in horror as the little boy is grabbed by the neck and lifted off the ground, the big man gives you a toothless grin as the world goes black with the faint sound of bones cracking.

Shooting up you scream in horror, “Y/n, darling. What happened you’ve been yelling and thrashing in your sleep” the army tank top you wore was wet with sweat as your breath came out fast and scared. “Y/n calm down love please” Tom pleads folding you as you hyperventilate. The sound of bones snapping fills your head while Tom adjusts you on the bed so you look at him. Cupping your face in his hands he brushes away your wet hair “It was just a nightmare, my love. You’re here with me. Right here, not there, see” he coos, nodding slowly tears fall from your frightened eyes. “It was…it was horrible” you sob as he places a hand on the back of your neck pulling you into his chest “It’s going to be ok” Tom shushes as you sob.

Cupping the mug in your hands you feel Toms hand rubbing slow calming circles on your back. The clock on the wall read three am and you knew Tom had an early audition tomorrow “You don’t have to stay up” you whisper as Tom blinks away sleep “I’m not going anywhere, till you feel better” he assured you pressing a kiss on your head. Putting your tea on the coffee table you snuggle into his heat smelling his sweat scent “I’m sorry about all this” you say ashamed “Sorry for what darling? It’s not like you asked for the nightmare. I’m here for you” he says sweetly followed by a yawn “Let's go back to bed” you smile as he picks you up carrying you back to the bedroom. Lying on your side of the bed Tom’s arm holding you protectively around the waist you feel so safe. Blinking your eyes closed you no longer see that little boy you just see him, his smile, his laugh, his beauty, and for the first time in forever you feel truly safe.

Sitting with your legs crossed Graham waves the bartender over, the boy was scrawny with short curls. “What can I get you?” he asks “I’ll have a Cosmo” you politely ask nodding he sets off to make your drinks “So Veronica was too full of herself to ask so I will. Where is he?” tucking your hair behind your ear you shyly look over at your older brother, giving you a soft smile you swallow the lump in your throat. The “he” Graham was referring to was Andrew Gilroy your fiancé or should you say EX-fiancé. “He slept with his receptionist,” you say quietly as the bartender brings you your drink back. Slurping it down “That little asshole” Graham says a little too loud causing the boy to almost spill a drink “Oh sorry” he looks at the nametag “Harry” throwing the boy a ten he looks back to you “You left right?” Graham asks placing a comforting hand on your shoulder “Yeah I got out of there” you assure him as he kisses your cheek “you okay” nodding slowly you see Veronica out of the corner of your eye “What’s with the pout fest” she asks waving over the barman “Andrew cheated on Y/n” “That little asshole” she quips as Harry walks back over “Hmm, your cute enough” she says “I’ll give you five bucks to pose for a picture” she says holding a five between her fingers “Lose the apron” she says as he takes the small bill. “What are you doing?” you ask as Harry hops over the bar “Andy still follows me on Instagram, it is now my personal mission to make him a little jealous” she giggles unbuttoning Harrys top three buttons showing a little chest. Getting in close she snaps a few pictures posting the best one with the caption “Off to a good start”

After a long day of selfies and fireworks, you finally made your way to your bedroom. Getting undresses, you wash your face ready for bed.  Lying in the silk sheets you sigh into your pillow, feeling your eyelids grow heavy you give in and slip into a deep dreamless sleep.

Someone grabbing at your hair tie startles you ”Wear your hair down it suits you better” Veronica says sitting to breakfast “So when’s the suit gonna be here with the will” she asks grabbing a mimosa off a waiter’s tray. “He should be here any minute,” Graham says sipping his drink. “How are you feeling today Y/n?” he asks seeing as you’ve been quite quiet during the meal “Look, Gray, she’s not suicidal. Her fiancé cheated, look at her. Look at me, he’s not gonna find anyone like her ever again. You shouldn’t feel bad Y/n, you deserve so much better than that guy” she snaps. Grabbing her hand, you mouth a thank you as a tall man in a suit strides up to the table. “Hello. I’m  Mister Hudson, your grandmother's lawyer. I’ll be handling the will” he says asking for permission to sit.

“This is the official reading of Pamela Y/l/N’s last will and testament” Mr. Hudson begins opening a blue folder taking out three envelopes one blue, one pink, and one green along with a sheet of white paper with your grandmother’s signature on the bottom. “ready?” he asks nodding eagerly your sister grabs your hand under the table. “To my darling grandchildren Graham, Veronica, and Y/n, I leave each with a sum total of one million dollars.” Squealing in excitement “Gran was fucking loaded” Veronica shouts causing other patrons around you to stare “on the condition that they complete each task that I have assigned them, see envelopes” immediately growing frustrated “Of course” she says as Mr. Hudson hands out the envelope, handing you the blue, Graham the green, and Veronica the pink. “and now for individual inheritance, To Graham being the oldest comes with many responsibilities I leave you Cherrywood manor and my all the content, unless specified.” Mr. Hudson says handing Graham another envelope “To my sweet Veronica, I give you the contents of my closet, the keys to my car, my spot at the country club, and my prize horse Pegasus” gasping in awe Veronica wiggles around in her chair “it’s not a mansion but…” Graham jokes sipping on his drink “and to Y/n, my beautiful bride I give you the beach house, and my the spot of CEO of fashion company as well as all my shares.” Your breath comes out shaky as Mr. Hudson closes the folder “The whole company?” you ask holding your head in your hands “Yes Pamela thought that it would help you with the new family you and your husband will start” before you can protest he cuts you off “Now all the transfers will happen after the four-month cruise and each of you have completed your tasks” Mr. Hudson reads from the will “Failing to complete your tasks will cause your inheritance to be split between your other siblings. And this last little part is some advice from your grandma. My sweet grandchildren each of you have been given things that if used correctly can make you a lot of money. Complete your tasks and most importantly have fun.” Putting away the will Mr. Hudson stands “I will be on the cruise with you and I will monitor your performance of the tasks. Thank you for your time. If you have any questions I’m in room five o two” smiling her walks off loosening his tie. “Open them together,” Graham says grabbing his green envelope “On three, one,” Veronica says “Two,” you say “Three” Graham says as you all tear into your envelopes. Scanning the words your heart drops “oh no”

Y/n, your task is simple, at the end of your trip a beautiful wedding is set up at port. Get married and have an amazing time my love. Try and keep your sister in line will you please. Grandma Pam

“This can’t be happening” Veronica yells “What?” Graham asks folding his letter and stuffing it nervously in his pocket “Dear Veronica, you have always taken after me in the best ways but also in the worst, I learned at your age to value a good job. I have pulled some strings and gotten you a job in the kitchens. Keep this job for the whole cruise and your inheritance is yours. Love Grandma Pam” Veronica scoffs placing the letter on the table. “what do you guys have to do?” she asks gulping down another drink “Y/n?” Graham asks placing a hand on your arm “I’ve…I’ve got to get married” you breathe as Veronica scoffs “easy…oh, wait. Y/n” she gasps “well figure something out there has to be an Andy being an asshole clause or something,” Graham says “There is!” Veronica says holding your letter “It says Get married and have an amazing time. She never said anything about…” “Andrew!” Graham says happily “What do you have to do?” You ask trying to forget about your problem for on minute, Graham blushes “Well come on tell us” your sister backs you up “well” he starts getting really red “It starts with me…coming out” a smile spread across your face “Oh Gray” you coo as he blushes harder. “I’m so proud of you” Veronica says pushing her chairs back into a man causing him to trip and fall. Cold liquid soaks your sundress as the man stutters an apology. “Great” looking up, your eyes meet those of a muscular man with big brown eyes and chestnut curls “I am so sorry, I’ll buy you a new dress,” he says grabbing napkins.