Meeting Peter

Its been a few days since Tony offered me to stay at the Avengers tower. I haven't left the medical any due to my arm. I lost a lot of blood. They had to put some metal to fill in for the huge gap of skin but Tony's technology allowed it to match the color of my skin. Tony had worked everything out with Nick Fury so I'm living here now. Nick is going to meet me tomorrow and for some reason I'm nervous. It's not that I want to stay here at the tower but... I just don't know.

I sit up in the hospital bed and stare out the window. Tony visited me once in the three days I've been here, but that was only to tell me about the meeting with Fury. I hear a knock at the door and I turn to face it. Tony comes in and flashes me a smile. He's been nice to me so far even though I tried to kill him but it doesn't change anything. I'm still alone.

"We have a guest bedroom for you to move into now that your arm has adapted to the metal." He states. "You can move in whenever your ready."

"I'm ready now but..." I swallow. "I don't really have anything."

His face softens slightly but honestly, I'm getting kind of annoyed with all the pity. I know my life is fucking shitty. I don't need useless sorrows or tears to tell me that.

"That's fine. After you meet Nick we can go shopping."

I stand up and follow him to a guest bedroom. He tells me that all the Avenegrs rooms are on this hall. He's across from me, a hall bathroom is next to me on my left, although most of the rooms have a private bathroom connected to them. To my right is Peter Parker's room, but I'm told he doesn't stay here every night. I can't help but feel awkward and out of place. I tried to kill them and now I'm living with them? He shows my around my room, although it's not that big and then he exits after telling me what time Nick will be here tomorrow. I don't have any clothes so I decide to just sleep in the ones I'm wearing. I don't really have a choice anyway.

The room is simple with one bed in the middle and two bedside tables on either side. There is a lamp on one table and an alarm clock on the other. There is an empty walk in closet and a bathroom connected to the room. I glanced at the clock, it was 9:35pm so I decided to go ahead and go to bed. I took my shoes and socks off and place them beside the bed before getting in bed. I turn the light off and stare at the ceiling, lost in my thoughts. I don't know how I feel about staying here. The first night, I definitely wanted to leave as soon as possible but now... I don't know. It feels good to have a secure place to live, not being terrified all the time. Honestly, right now I want to die. I have no purpose, no fmaily, no friends, no reason to live. If I have to live then I guess I would rather live here. I turn onto my side and fall asleep.

...

I see all black, I feel foggy, this must be a dream. Suddenly something emerges from the darkness, a body, a bloody body. My mom. I gasp and stumble back, falling hard on my butt. I turn around, desperate to escape the view and see I'm face to face with another body, my dad. He's body falls onto mine and I instantly feel wet with blood. I shove him off of me, my breathing shaky and erratic. Tears are streaming down my face and I try to run but suddenly I'm surrounded my hundreds of bloody bodies, all people I've killed. I fall back down, screaming. There's now at out. I see my family and strangers, so many strangers. Just assignments to complete. I curl up into a ball, sobbing in my knees.

"You killed us."

I don't know who the voice came from, there are so many corpses surrounding me. I look up, my breathing fast and tears still streaming down my face.

"I-I'm sorry! I'm so-" my voice breaks and I sob harder. "I'm so sorry..."

The bodies step closer. A pool of blood now surrounding all of us. I quickly stand up but I'm already covered in the stick red liquid. My hands are the most covered and I try to wipe them off but nothing comes off.

"You killed us."

The voice is one, stern, voice with no emotion and it seems to come form no where and everywhere all at once. The voice repeats the sentence over and over again. I can't breathe I can't breath I can't breath

"You killed us."

I try to wipe my tears and instead coat my face with blood. I feel like walls are closing in. The voice repeats over and over and keeps getting louder. I feel it boring into my skull.

"I know!! Fuck I know!! I know-" my voice breaks again. "I know... I'm sorry..."

The bodies come closer and I feel them surround me. I fall to the ground, desperate for room but I can't move, I can't breath. I can't breath I can't breathe I can't breathe

...

I shoot up, struggling out of the sweaty tangled sheets, desperate to escape the bed as if it was evil. I calaspe against the wall, sobbing and shaking. My breathing was fast and erratic and I could feel tears mixing with sweat. My vision was blurry and I could hear blood roaring in my ears. I couldn't feel anything. I cante breath I can't breathe I can't breathe I cant breath

I feel light pressure on my back.

It's another body it's another body... please no please stop please... my sobbing gets harder and I pull away form whatever it was just to hit someone. I look up, trying to see who it was through my tears. A brown haired boy... Peter Parker. God no... he can't see me like this... no... I cry harder and he pulls me in for a hug, rubbing soothing circles on my back. I relax and gradually my breathing slows and my tears stop. I pull away and lean on the wall behind me, breathing heavily.

"Are you okay?" Peter asks caringly. The shoulder spot on his shirt is wet and he looks slightly nervous but mostly concerned.

"I- yes... yeah I'm... I'm sorry..." I feel ashamed and nervous.

"Don't be. We... the Avengers I mean, have nightmares a lot. It's normal."

I stare at his chocolate brown eyes. The Avengers... have nightmares?

"You... you've had nightmares...?"

My voice is small and hesitant.

He smiles. "I do. I have a few actually, luckily not as many as the others but I'm still had some. There was one about this villain I fought, his name was Vulture. Another was about my Uncle Ben... I watched him die."

His voice broke slightly and I felt bad for him. His voice was soft and I felt calmer listening to him talk.

"Thank you... for coming in and cleaning me down." I forced a smile and Peter smiled back.

"It's fine. Do you... do you need some company? For tonight at least? I couldn't sleep either..."

I felt something tingle in my stomach but I couldn't place what it was. I barely knew him and he wanted to hang out? Okay then...

(Hey, the kid was cute. Was I supposed to just refuse?)

I smile, for real this time. "You can stay as long a you want."

He helps me stand up and I see it's three am. I groan.

"What's wrong?" Peter asks. He sits on my bed and I sit next to him and lay down dramatically. Peter smirks and lays next to me.

"I have a meeting with Nick tomorrow, he need sit make sure I'm trustworthy. I attempted to kill yall, of course I'm not trustworthy."

It kind of puts a downer on the mood but eventually Pete speaks up.

"I trust you."

I stay silent, thinking about what he said. He was probably the first person who has ever trusted me fully since... well since I was taken my Hydra.

"You... do? Why?" My voice was small.

He gives a light laugh. "Honestly? I don't know. You've tried to kill me and almost succeeded, I've only known you five days and yet I trust you. Your alone and grieving. And that's a horrible time to be alone. Your also the only Avenger my age so... we gotta stick together." He smiles and stares into my eyes.

I sudddenly feel very insecure. I notice how I'm in a bed with a kid I barely know, in five day old clothes that haven't been washed and my hair is tangled and I probably smell like shit. I also feel really tired and I just want to sleep in my empty bed. If I could even call it mine. I also dont want to kick Peter out and I'm comfortable like we are... I'm so confused.

"thank you for catching me a few days ago... in the med bay."

He smiles. He looks exhausted. "Your welcome." Silence for a moment then... "your eyes are so beautiful."

I was stunned. Surely he didn't mean that and he just said that because he was tired? I could feel heat creep up onto my cheek's nonetheless.

"I... thank you. Your cute too." I could see his cheeks heat up as well but it was clear we were both tired beyond clear thinking. I felt my eyes droop and the next thing I knew, I was asleep.