Fanaa (Peter Parker)

Chapter 3

He looked like heaven, but she felt like hell.

She will break, and when she does, she will take the whole universe with her.

After Tony showed me to my room, which was in between Buckys and Peters, I collapse on the bed, exhausted from all of the human interaction. I don't know how I'm going to do this every day. I roll over and face the vacant wall in front of me.

Their faces. I can still see the fear in their souls coming from their frightened eyes.

As much as I enjoy freaking people out, it would be nice, for a change, if someone wasn't afraid of me. Contrary to popular belief, I don't just go around punishing every person who commits the smallest 'sin'. I mean, who has time for all that?

I need some fresh air.

I rise from my bed and leave the dismal room I have now claimed as my own. I follow the path I took to get here back to the elevator and press the button to the roof. I lean back against the cold metal as I wait to reach my destination. The elevator dings as I make it to the top, and I step out upon the solitary roof.

The chilly winds blow through my hair as I walk towards the edge of the building. I like this side of New York. It's peaceful out here. This is my favorite type of darkness. I sit down on the edge and let my feet dangle over the side as I stare out into the secluded area.

I remember when I was alive and sitting on top of rooftops with my friends, drinking and smoking, and just talking about life. I remember how I would look down onto the barren streets bellow me, thinking, what if I just jumped off right now? How would the air feel through my hair as my body rushes through the wind towards my inevitable death? I mean, we all image this. How could someone sit here and not imagine what it would feel like if they just took that half a step more to their death? Now that I can't die, there really is no point. These are the times I miss being human. I close my eyes as I imagine a life that used to be mine. A life that was stolen from me at the young age of eighteen.

As I'm wallowing in my own self-pity, I hear footsteps scaling across the rooftop. I make no moves to acknowledge this presence as I was here first. Get your own roof, I called dibs.

"Who's there?"

"Why don't you come a little closer and you'll find out." I turn my head slightly to see Peter standing there in some sort of spandex outfit.

"Oh, I'm sorry, am I interrupting your kinky late-night sex adventure? I promise I won't tell the others. I'm great at keeping secrets."

He rolls his eyes at my smart remark and steps closer towards where I'm sitting. "If you must know, I have to do my job as a hero, not like you would know anything about that."

"That's a low blow Petey, I'm just trying to make friendly conversation." I turn around completely to face him and I notice a Spider logo on the front of his suit. "Oh, you're Spider-Man? I did not put two and two together?"

"I'm surprised you didn't know already since you enjoy reading minds so much."

I smirk at his annoyed expression and get up from my seated position on the edge to stand in front of his face. "It's almost like you want me to read your mind...or are you scared I might find something you wish to hide?"

He glares at me as he fiddles with the mask in his hands. "Or maybe I just don't want you poking around in places you don't belong?"

I laugh at his comment and pat the side of his face. "Oh sweetheart, that's my specialty." He pushes my hand away from his face and pushes past me as he walks towards the edge of the building.