Fanaa (Peter Parker)

Chapter 13

I'm not afraid to die. I've been dying each day a little ever since you've been around.

I can feel your aching bones.

I was on a rooftop in New Orleans. The desolate moon shone down on me as I walk along the hard ground. Why am I here? As I look over the ledge, I here something behind me. I turn around and see Andreas with Peter in his arms. He has a knife to his neck.

"Peter!" I shout out to him as I try to run towards him.

Andreas puts the knife tighter to his neck as I try to get closer. "I wouldn't come any closer Rosati." I stop moving completely.

I make eye contact with Peter and he looks so scared. "Please save me Iris. I don't want to die." He cries out to me as heavy tears start to flow from his doe eyes.

I look back at Andreas. "Please Andreas, don't hurt him. I'll do anything, just let him go." I try to inch closer, but he gives me a warning look and I stop moving again.

He gives me an evil smirk. "Beg for his life." Peter continues to cry silently as I drop to my knees to beg.

"Please don't kill him. I'll do whatever you want, just let him go and you can have me instead." Andreas just smirks and digs the knife deeper into Peter's neck.

"Iris, please, help me. Don't let me die. Please, don't leave me alone again." I start to cry at Peter's words as Andreas just laughs at us.

He gives me one once last cold look. "Not good enough." He slices Peter's throat.

"NO!" I scream out as I watch his body fall limp.

This is all my fault

I jolt awake and look around at my surroundings. I see I am still in the chair located by Peter's bed. I look over at Peter's monitor and see it is still going. I let out a sigh of relief. It's been four days since Peter got injured. I still haven't left his side since he hasn't woken up yet.

I haven't really slept at all in the past few days since every time I do, I'm immediately drawn into a nightmare that usually involves Andreas killing Peter in front of me. This is why I've been forcing myself to stay awake. I can feel my powers straining to hold my mental block back and I know if I don't rest soon, I'll have another episode like I did when I first arrived here.

All the members of the Avengers have come to see Peter at least once. Stark is in here the most, but he usually can't handle looking at Peter for too long and he just leaves. Bruce comes in daily to check his vitals and clean his wounds. Steve and Sam come in as well and they bring food for me to eat. I never touch it since I don't really need food. They try to talk to me, but I don't respond. So, they just sit with me and hold my hand.

That just leaves Bucky.

He comes in the second most compared to Stark. The difference is, he usually just stands by the door or pulls up a chair by it and watches me. He never says anything, he just sits there for hours sometimes, watching. I think he knows I miss him, and I know he misses me too. He also knows that my focus is on Peter right now and there's nothing he can do to fix that.

I run my hands over my tired face. I probably look so sickly right now. Unlike humans, I don't need food to survive. I can eat it, but it won't have a major effect on me besides just a good taste. One thing I do need, however, is rest. If I don't get rest, my powers, my body, and my energy just depletes. I can feel my powers weakening and the bags under my eyes probably have bags now. I can also tell I'm losing weight. This all means nothing to me. Not until I know Peter is okay.