Crossing Realities- Peter Parker

Chapter Twelve

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ANNABELLE'S POV

Walking around the mall I felt like the coolest person alive. Despite the emotional trauma of remembering a split second of my mother, I pushed it away to have this moment of peace.

Mr. Stark bought everything for me, sometimes in the form of autographs and pictures. I carried some bags as Happy held the rest. Mr. Stark was eating a pretzel and going on his phone for work. I technically don't really even know what he does other than what I learned from google, probably some superhero stuff.

My eye was drawn to a window of a hair dresser. I haven't gotten my hair cut in at least a month, why not get a trim? My hair isn't that difficult to manage because of how straight it is. It falls fight in the mid-section of my ribs when it's wet. It just needs to get put in a messy bun a lot due to training. 

"Please Mr. Stark, it will be like fifteen minutes tops to get a cut."

He took another bite of his pretzel then started wagging it at me, "I'm not hanging around a beauty parlor all day so hurry up." I was about to question how he said beauty parlor like a grandpa but I resisted and was just grateful to have my hair done. 

I raced into the shop where a ton of women with different color hair were filing their nails. I sat down at the nearest chair as instructed as a man with bleached frosted tips for hair approached me. He asked what I wanted to do with my hair and I replied saying just a trim with a few inches off. I was getting a little nervous since it didn't seem like he was paying attention to me and was absentmindedly chewing his gum.

It was about ten minutes before I was swirled around to look in the mirror, I actually looked good. He must've put some product in my hair to make it shinier rather than the dullness it was before. I asked him what he used and showed Stark my hair which was followed by fumbled compliments. 

Pour Happy was stuck carrying everything, he ran back to the car to drop off some things as we browsed the second floor stores. It was getting pretty late the glass ceiling showed the night sky and some of the stores were pulling down their garage-like doors. 

I sat with Mr. Stark drinking slushies and eating pretzel bites out of a cup. 

"So, good day?" he questioned in between slurping his cherry flavored drink.

"Best day." I responded still ignoring my mother's memory, "Thanks."

"Yeah whatever. So old Jolly Green Giant and I were talking, he thinks we can get your memories back using hypnosis."

After what I just previously remembered I don't think I could handle any more. Would it be disrespectful not to though? Should I just for the sake of it's better knowing now than later? I will eventually have more memories of my parents, I shouldn't drag it out. Oh shoot I've been drinking the Slurpee this entire time, brain freeze.

My lips left the straw with a smack as I winced at the sharp pain in my head. 

"Well does that sound good? I mean you're going to anyways, I just wanted to give you the illusion you had a choice."

"Huh?"

"We still got to figure out how you got here kid. Or did you forget you fell out a portal?"

"If I don't have a choice then yeah sounds good." I started crushing ice with my straw trying to make it easier to drink.

"Woah woah woah wait. You don't want your memories back? God people are so confusing."

I would feel insulted if he wasn't being one-hundred percent accurate. Brain-freeze gone now I took another slurp of my drink and a bite of a pretzel. "Just remembered someone earlier, but I don't want to get too sappy on you."