Fanaa (Peter Parker)

Chapter 19

I don't cry, I don't sleep. I just sit in silence trying to remember what existing feels like.

Unrequited love is when they watch from a far out of pity and indifference while you're trying to crawl out of a poem they never wanted you to write.

I'm sitting on the cold floor of the dirty cell I'm locked in. I glance up and see my hands in chains above me. I tug at them, trying to free them from the rusted metal. I give up, realizing that I cannot break out of them. I look around and notice that the cell I'm in has metal bars in front of me.

I try to make out anything in front of me, but the pitch-black darkness doesn't allow me to see anything passed the metal bars. I lean back against the wall I'm chained to, thinking of ways I can get myself out of this situation. Suddenly a bright light switches on outside of the cell. I look out and see a man, who is standing in the dark still, standing over a body tied to a chair. Upon closer inspection, I notice the man to be Peter.

I tug on my chains harder. "Peter!" I yell out his name as I struggle in my cell.

I continue to call out his name, hoping to get his attention. The person in the dark walks closer to Peter.

"Get away from him. Don't hurt him." I say loudly but the person just ignores me and stands right next to Peter.

I still can't see who it is, but I see him raise his arm. Before I could do anything, the unknown person bring his hand down to Peter's stomach and I notice he has a knife in his hand. The person plunges it deep in Peter's abdomen and Peter throws his head back and lets out an ear-piercing scream.

I scream loudly as the tears stream down my face. "NO! Please stop, please leave him alone." I sob as I tug harshly on the chains around my arms, my wrist bleeding from the pressure I'm putting on them. "Kill me instead, not him. Please, I'm begging you." I plead as I watch Peter bleed out.

The man doesn't even acknowledge me and my pleads. Peter looks up at me suddenly and we make eye contact. "Iris, this is all your fault." He says and the figure grabs Peters hair and pulls his head back. He then slices his throat and I watch as the blood pours out of Peter's neck.

I scream and sob as I watch him bleeding out, knowing there is nothing I can do.

"Iris! Iris, wake up!" I hear my name being called and I launch up out of my sleeping state.

My eyes are blown wide as I glance around the room. I see Bucky sitting on the bed next to me and Steve and Sam standing around him. I feel wet tears on my face and my hair sticking to my forehead.

"You had another nightmare doll." Bucky says with a sympathetic look in his eyes.

I slowly nod my head at his words. "Sorry for waking everyone up, I didn't mean to fall asleep..." I trail off.

Steve steps forward. "Don't apologize for something you can't control." He says and sends a small smile in my direction.

I feel myself becoming more conscious and the pain returning in my head. I grip my head harshly as the thoughts start to slowly make their way back into my mind.

"Iris, what's wrong?" Bucky says as he reaches out for me.

I use both hands to hold my head. "I need alcohol, the thoughts are too much." I mumble out as I try to look around the bed for the liquor.