Crossing Realities- Peter Parker

Chapter Eleven

ANNABELLE'S POV

A couple weeks have gone by with rigorous training, we started a routine with an unspoken agenda. I wake up at 7, eat with Tony, run with Sam, train with Natasha or Steve based on who is more busy or up to it.

Steve has talked to me more, I had a feeling when I was first here he didn't like me, but now he's opening up.

Then I have free range for the rest of the day, I usually hang out with Thor teaching and showing him more games or movies. I also meet up with Bruce to show him how I can lift heavier things, he writes stuff down in his notebook taking notes of how my power is expanding and some science stuff I don't understand. I've gotten used to my hands glowing, it's not the weirdest thing about this adventure.

I've learned to take my amnesia as a gift, the less people I remember the less I get upset about what I can't go back to. Mr. Stark tried explaining how I got here, something about a Hydra. I din't really understand it but at least he is filling me in about what is going on now.

Despite how much I am ironically am trying to forget my previous world, I am slowly remembering whenever I hear a song or see something that feels like a reminder. I have no clue why I am scared of elevators, probably the most irrational fear I have of being here. It's been diagnosed as minor elevatophobia by Dr. Banner. Like I can ride in an elevator just not more than 4-5 floors. 

It's weird not knowing why I am afraid of something I know is stupid, probably got stuck in an elevator in my world.

I've been texting and calling with Peter more and more lately, usually he talks a lot in the beginning about Ned, Aunt May, or who he saved that day. My favorite story he has told me so far is a hotdog cart was going into traffic and after he webbed it into place he got free hotdogs for the summer. He promises if we ever hang out again he will buy me free one. The way to a woman's heart is through her stomach.

But we still are just friends.

I've told him about training and living with this crazy group of misfits. I still haven't really talked to or apologized to Mr. Stark. Part of me doesn't want to because I want him to apologize first but it's the right thing to do after everything he has done for me.

I started keeping a journal, recommended by Banner. I've hidden it because I don't really trust putting all my thoughts and feelings on display. I mainly write about things that other people have told me and stories about themselves, things I wouldn't want to forget about them.

I had just almost finished dinner in my room when I heard a loud knock that made me practically fall off of my bed. I could tell it was Thor and said he could come in.

"Lady Annabelle you're presence has been requested for dinner."

"By who?"

He smiled brightly and replied, "Tony."

"Mr. Stark wants to talk to me? What'd I do?"

"Nothing! He just made dinner and figured you don't want to be eating reheated nuggets of chicken alone in your room."

"Somethings up, I don't like it. I'll come down stairs with you, what did he make?"

"Spaghetti, genius dish. It's these sticks that are boiled which cause the-"

I cut him off holding up a hand laughing, "Don't worry Thor I know what spaghetti is."

"Good, then come down the stairs."

I hesitantly put on some slippers over my socks and set down the paper plate of chicken on my nightstand and walked down a couple flights of stairs to the dining room where Mr. Stark was setting the table for everyone. Pepper was helping him with the napkins and forks laughing at every time he would mess up the correct placement.