Fanaa (Peter Parker)

Chapter 8

I think your love would be too much.

You could easily fall for him, don't.

I've been trying to avoid the team at all cost. I've barely been at the compound and when I am, I'm hiding away so that I don't have to talk to anyone. I'm just not ready to be bombarded with questions that I either, A, don't want to answer or B, don't have the answer to. Every time I'm in my room, one of them comes knocking and I freak out and teleport away. I plan on talking to them sometime soon, just not right now.

The issue I am coming across, however, is the fact that I'm running out of places to hide from them. It's honestly exhausting and you would think they've gotten the hint by now. Currently, I am situated at my favorite spot at the compound, the roof.

I could always go back down to hell.

I shoot down that idea immediately. If I go there, James will never leave me alone with his annoying ass advice that is usually right but that doesn't mean I want to listen to it. I groan loudly and fall to the ground of the roof. I lay in a starfish position and stare into the burning rays of the sun.

I hear someone land on the roof and I go to move but then I see a flash of red come near me and I stay put. "Oh, it's just you." I lean my head forward and see him standing in front of my body. I put my head back down and close my eyes.

I hear his feet shuffle and he's standing right over me as the bright light above me suddenly goes dark. "You know, you're going to have to talk to them sometime."

I groan and roll over on my stomach. "Yeah yeah, I know. Just not yet. I don't want to."

"I could always tell them where you are." He trails off as I turn back over and sit with my legs sprawled out in front of me.

I glare at him. "You wouldn't fucking dare." He takes the mask off of his head and sits on the ledge beside where I was laying.

He runs his slender fingers through his unruly hair. The sun was hitting his skin in a glorious angle. His long lashes stood out amongst his deep brown eyes. His cheeks were slightly flushed, probably from patrolling. He kept licking his light pink lips, which my eyes kept trailing to without me even noticing. I see him give me a confused look and I realize I had been staring at him for a hot minute. I think he might have said something, but I was not listening, and I think he noticed.

I clear my throat awkwardly and wait for him to say something else. "What I said was you should just get it over with because you're going to have to speak to them at some point in time."

I roll my eyes and reach into my pocket. I pull out my pack of cigarettes and take one out. I put it to my lips and use my powers to light it. I take a long drag and hold it in. "Well no shit, I'm just not in the mood for that conversation." I let the remaining smoke leave my lips.

He rolls his eyes and sinks down to the floor in front of my sitting form. "You keep saying that." He puts his arms in his lap as he fiddles with his mask.

I laugh and take another drag from the cancer stick. "And I will keep on saying that until I'm in the mood." I offer him the cigarette and he shakes his head. "Don't like smoking?"

He shakes his head again. "No, It's not my thing. Besides, I don't want to die from some kind of lung disease."

I smile at his comment. "Well, I'm already dead so I think I'll be alright." I finish off the cigarette and ash it on the roof. I move so that I'm leaning against the ledge next to where Peter is sitting. Our shoulders are almost touching.