The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 32: What are the possibilities?!

I get up and leave the room.
I didn't want to sit in here all night by my self.
I watch as everybody including Stark continues to drink.
What a party, huh?
The party was still thriving, and it was about 7:30. Great. This party would be going on till morning, I assume.
There were so many people here, I had to push my way through the crowd.
I was looking for anybody.
Anybody that could help me right now.
"Sarah?" I hear in the distance.
I turn my head but I could barely see who was calling me, considering the crowd.
Someone pushes their way through the crowd.
Steve.
"Sarah, what happened to you? Are you alright?" He asks me.
I began to cry even more at this question for no reason whatsoever.
He wrapped me in a small hug, trying his best to comfort me.
"Hey, it's alright. It'll be alright." He says.
He pushes his way through the crowd, trying to get me out of here.
We make our way up the stairs, going to the roof.
Probably the only place that nobody was at.
"What happened?" He asks, climbing up the stairs.
"I'm a freak." I mutter, quietly.
He stops in his tracks and turns back at me.
"What?" He asks.
I stay silent. He obviously heard me.
"Sarah, no, listen. You're not, alright? Who told you that anyway?"
I stay silent, looking at the ground beneath me.
"Who told you that?" He asks again, "Was it Tony?"
"No." I answer.
He makes a confused looking face.
"Who did, then?" He asks.
He probably thought that nobody else here would call me that.
Hah, I thought that too.
"Peter." I mumble.
His eyes widen in shock and his face goes blank.
"Peter did?" He asks, as if he didn't hear me.
I nod.
"Why would he say that?" He asks.
I shrug.
He gestures for me to keep walking up the stairs, so I do.
He pushes open the door to the roof, and immediately, the breeze blows in my face.
He motions for me to sit down near the edge, but again, not too close.
I breathe in the cool, night air.
I tried to calm down a bit and stop crying.
"You're not a freak, Sarah." He says, sitting down next to me.
"I kind of am." I say, chuckling a bit to brighten the mood.
"No, you're not."
"I'm just a bad person and a freak." I say.
"Bad person?"
I nod.
He sighs, "You're not a bad person, Sarah. You're just a good person that bad things have happened to."
"Steve I've killed over 40 people, I don't think 'good person' is even an option anymore."
"But what you did over those years, that wasn't you. You know that."
I nod and look up in the sky.
It was already dark outside, and the stars shined brightly.
The snow had stopped for a while.
I hoped it would start snowing.
"Why do you think he doesn't like me anymore?" I ask him.
"Hm?"
"Why do you think he doesn't like me anymore?"
He sighs and look over at me.
"I don't know. There's no reason for him not to like you, honest."
"Well, there is, you know."
"Sarah, your appearance and criminal record would have nothing to do with it. I mean, come on, he knew what you did for months."
I sigh.
He was right.
Peter knew what I had done. He knew what I could do, as well.
The door opens a bit, but I didn't realize.
I begin to smile, thinking of something.
"What is it?" Steve asks.
"He thought my arm was cool." I answer.
"Peter?"
"Yeah."
He smiles a bit and looks up at the night sky, as was I.
"What else did he think?" Steve asks.
"He called me pretty."
"Oh, really? When?"
"Literally two days ago." I chuckle.
"How long has he been like this?"
"Like what?"
"Rude, or not being that polite to you."
"Well, just since yesterday. But, you know, it's strange how he just switched up so quickly."
"I suppose so." He says.
"I'm overreacting, aren't I?"
"I don't think so."
"I think I caused this."
"Why?"
"He had only been avoiding me since yesterday, and I freaked out at him. I yelled at him, asking why he wouldn't talk to me or be around me."
"It's not your fault, Adams. You were just upset."
"I think I have trust issues." I chuckle.
"Maybe a bit." Steve joins.
"The night of the party, actually, we had a snowball fight. He talked about his weird dream with frosty the snowman."
"He dreams about that?"
"Apparently." I chuckle.
I kind of missed talking to Peter. Even though it had been one day.
I did over react.
I stare up at the night sky, again. It was beautiful.
"You know, my moms name was Sarah," Steve smiles, "Not that it matters."
"It matters. You miss her a lot?" I ask.
He shrugs a bit and nods.
"Well, yeah. They both died long before I went through Project Rebirth."
"I'm sorry to hear that." I say.
"It's, fine. Really." He smiles.
I wanted to ask what Project Rebirth was, but I didn't ask.
I hear a sound coming from the door, and turn my head.
But just as I do, the door closes.
"Who's there?" I shout a bit.
No response.
"What is it?" Steve asks.
"I could've sworn somebody was there."
"Might be the wind."
"I don't think the wind makes that kind of noise."
"Just let it go, really." He chuckles.
I watch as a bunch of cars honk on the streets, like always.
The city lights began getting brighter as the sky got darker.
Suddenly, like earlier, there goes Spider Man.
Steve's face straightens and he stands up.
"Hey, kid! Get over here!" Steve yells at the top of his lungs.
He waves for Peter to come over.
All Peter does is look over at Steve, and keep swinging.
"Kid!" He yells, again.
"Steve, it's fine." I tell him.
"No, it's not. He's being insanely and unnecessarily rude to you.
"Steve. Just let it go, really."
He sighs and puts his arms to his sides.
"Do you know where Bucky is?" I ask Steve, before he leaves.
"I think he's in his room. He didn't want to party."
"Thanks." I say, before he goes back down the stairs.
I watch as Peter swings to a higher roof, almost across the street.
The building  is across the street, but it was more to the left of this building.
So it wasn't directly across.
I watch as he pulls of his mask.
It was kind of hard to see, considering it was dark outside.
His eyes wander to the sky, and then down at me.
He knew I was staring right back at him, still a bit teary eyed.
Or maybe he didn't know.
It was dark, after all.
I kind of hoped he saw me a mess.
I wanted him to feel guilty.
It's wrong, but I do what I have to do.
I cup my hands in my face and start to 'cry'.
Not necessarily pretending because my eyes were already filled with some tears.
I sit, now hugging my legs as I looked up into the sky.
I faced more toward the lighting so my teary and messed up face would be more visible.
I looked over to Peter who was still looking directly at me.
Fuck off, man.
Why was he even staring at me in the first place?
He's the one being an asshole.
I didn't want to be rude, but I also wanted to flick him off for what he said.
Then again, I didn't want to be the one being rude.