Fanaa (Peter Parker)

Chapter 6

Who are you?

A Demon to some. Angel to others.

You've got a war in your heart. Don't ever try and pretend to be anything but what you are.

You know, it's pretty chilly in the early mornings of New York. I am currently sitting on top of a roof of a random skyscraper in New York, overlooking the early morning buzz of traffic and morning coffees. I watch as the crisp air matches the cigarette smoke leaving my mouth. They don't do anything for me anymore, it's more of a habit that I can't seem to kick from my previous life.

A few weeks have gone by since my altercation in the training room and to say things have been tense, is an understatement. I've mostly kept to myself, except occasionally hanging out with Bucky, Sam and Steve. I gotten the closest to them in my time here. Other than that, I have a decent relationship with Stark, but he's usually busy with shit and doesn't have time for mine. I haven't had the chance to really get to know anyone else. Thor and Loki were always gone around the universe and Natasha and Clint were usually on classified missions in Satan knows where. Wanda and Vision were taking a break from 'avenging' also somewhere unknown and Bruce is, well Bruce. It kinda pisses me off that the only two women on the team are never here so I'm stuck with all this toxic testosterone. 

That just leaves Peter.

Well I haven't spoken to spidey since the training incident and he won't give me the time of day. Every time I enter a room, he leaves or just ignores my presence. It's driving me fucking insane to say the least. I don't know why it bothers me so much. Usually, I wouldn't care and just get on with it, but I feel weird. Like, it hurts my feelings or some shit.

I physically show my distaste for that thought. Yeah right, it probably just bothers me that that fucker thinks he's allowed to show me the cold shoulder. I'll have to corner him some time to sort this shit out.

I throw the finished cigarette off the side of the building and stand up and dust my black jeans off. That's the last time I'm coming out here when I can't sleep, it's too fucking loud. I make my black wings appear and dive off the building and fly towards the compound. That wind is cold as shit, let me tell you. After about a good ten to fifteen minutes, I make it back to the roof of the compound. I touch down and walk inside the door located ahead of me.

I enter the elevator and wait for it to lead me to my destination. I leave the elevator and make my way to the kitchen. I check the time on my phone and see that it's eight am. Satan, I hate the mornings. The elevator opens on the floor of the kitchen and I make my way towards the bar. Hey, it's five pm somewhere. I start to make myself a bourbon with extra ice.

"Isn't it a little early to be drinking Rosati?"

I turn around and see Stark behind me, leaning on the counter with his arms crossed. "Yes, yes it is, but that's never stopped me." I take down the drink and place the empty glass in the sink.

He rolls his eyes and places his hands on the counter behind him. "Come on, we have a meeting and a mission to go on."

A smile crosses my face at his words. "A mission? Well, isn't it my lucky day. I finally get to go on one of the famous missions and save the world."

He walks towards me and puts a hand on my shoulder, leading me towards the elevator. "Don't be smart. We have to attend a meeting first and then we can leave."

I throw my head back and let out a massive groan. "I don't want to go to a stupid meeting. Can't we just go on the mission and hope for the best." I bat my eyelashes at him, hoping he would give in. He didn't.