Fanaa (Peter Parker)

Chapter 1

Your eyes were stars that turned into black holes.

I've always preferred nights over days. The simplicity of the darkness when nobody is out of their houses and the usually loud and busy roads are desolate. Even when I was alive, I was a nyctophile. I would stay up until 4am just to have the soundless time to express myself without the companionship of other individuals in my space. I used to always say that I would rather sleep during the day and stay up and do things during the night. How ironic, I guess dreams really do come true.

I've been perched on this rooftop for quite some time, looking over the still busy streets of New York. This is why I never wanted to live here. I like nights, not only for the dark aspect, but for the silence it brings as well. New York ruins my entire unique aesthetic. As a child, I grew up in Santa Barbra and then moved to New Orleans right before I entered high school. I guess you can say that's where I got my winning personality from. I loved Santa Barbra and the atmosphere, but something about New Orleans dark past always stuck out to me. I loved the complete vibe of the witches, the folk stories, vampires, and fantasies. Oh look, guess I became one. Here I go again with the irony.

My patience is beginning to wear thin as the bright lights from the buildings surrounding and incasing me, are burning my eyes. Did I mention that I hate New York? I begin to hear footsteps making their way towards the ledge of the building I'm standing on.

"You're late."

I jumped down from the ledge I'm on, facing away from the blinding lights and turn towards the culprit that called me out of my den at 2am. He was standing a couple of feet away, covered in complete darkness, but I knew who he was. Besides, I've always had great vision in the darkest of places.

"You should start talking before I regret my decision and leave you standing here alone in the dark."

"You're not the only one who prefers the nights, don't think you're special."

"Aw, and here I thought you thought I was special for calling me to meet you on a mysterious rooftop in the middle of the night. My mistake."

I lean on the ledge I was previously standing on, smirking at the one-eye man who clearly doesn't own anything besides long trench coats. He walks closer to me, but still manages to stay a foot or two away. Smart man.

"I didn't call you up here to hear your smartass comments. I get enough of those from Stark."

"Then why did you call me up here Fury? Because last time I checked, you were supposed to pretend like I didn't even exist. I think you're getting too old for this business Nicholas, already forgetting arrangements that happened only two years ago?"

The expression on his face clearly shows his disinterest in any of the comments I've thrown at him and I can tell I'm testing his patience as well. Karmas a bitch Nicholas, since you had me sitting up here for the past fucking hour waiting on your slow ass to get here. He walks towards to ledge and looks out among the chaos.

"You know, I've always loved New York, especially at night."

"That's funny, I was just thinking about how much I despise it."

"You despise everything. You're very pessimistic, you know that?"

"I didn't realize you wanted me up here to go through my character defects, if I knew that, I would've never picked up the phone."

I turn my body towards him, as he still keeps his focus on the city bellow him. I've never seen Nick this quiet before and it's starting to freak me out. My comments usually send him into a fit of fury, but right now, he's hardly paying attention to the words coming out of my mouth.