Fanaa (Peter Parker)

Chapter 20

You should never fall in love; you should just love. Because everything that falls gets broken.

I wither and become bare for you in the end and seek a warmth you're incapable of giving me.

I head down to the living room to meet with the rest of the team. I knew this is the right thing to do. I need to get this off of my chest. I make my way inside the area and notice everyone sitting around the space, even Nat and Clint were here.

I force my feet to carry me into the area and make my presence known. They all watch as I sit in the seat directly in front of them.

I let out a sigh before I begin. "Thanks, Bucky, for grabbing everyone." I say to him and he smiles and nods in my direction.

"Why did you call all of us here Iris?" Steve speaks up with a confused expression on his face.

I rub my hands on my legs. "I wanted to share with you guys my story. From when I was alive and human to now and everything with Peter." I say as I address everyone.

"Iris, you don't have to do this." Sam says but I cut him off.

"I know, Bucky already tried that, but I want to do this. I need to do this." I say and look into his eyes.

Bruce speaks us. "Okay, Iris, we will listen." He says with a smile and I can't help but smile back at his cute face.

I take a minute to collect my thoughts in the silence before gathering something to say. "When I was human, I had a pretty basic life. Peter knows most of this story, but I never told any of you. Not even Bucky." I say looking in his direction. He nods his head, urging me to continue. "Like I was saying, my life was... well life. I grew up with my mother and my stepfather and my little sister. My parents and I were never close as they saw me as their defiant screw up daughter." I let out a small laugh. "I mean, they weren't wrong. I wasn't a saint, but I wasn't a bad kid either. I tried everything to seek my parent's approval, but it was never good enough." I say with a sad smile.

"Guess sucky parents is a running theme around here." Clint mumbles.

"I had all A's in school. I was popular, had a bunch of friends and a boyfriend. I was a cheerleader and the captain of the soccer team, but that didn't matter to them. They had my sister why would they need me. My parents always said my sister was born lucky, but I was lucky to be born." I mumble out sadly, trying to avoid the sad glances filled with sympathy from the rest of the team. "My parents yelled at me more than they told me they loved me, and I guess that's why I never was home."

"You don't have to tell us this Doll." Bucky says sadly but I just shake my head at him and continue.

"You see, I loved my sister, but we weren't super close because we were so far apart in age. I also knew she hated when our parents and I would fight so I would try to leave as much as possible. I would go out to parties and get wasted and high and sleep with whatever man I wanted." I let out a small chuckle. "I was a little bit of a hoe, but who wasn't during high school. Life wasn't great but it wasn't awful either."

I stand up to stretch my legs. I walk towards the window, located behind where I was sitting. The view was gorgeous, and I pictured myself flying away, up into the big blue sky. I continue speaking as I stare out into the forest.

"I was eighteen years old and I had just graduated high school. I was planning to go to school to study neuropsychiatry and I already got accepted to the school I really wanted to go to, UCLA." I continue to face the window, not wanting to turn around to face the team. "I was out at a party with my best friend and my boyfriend at the time. I was having a good time until I saw my lovely boyfriend with his tongue down some other bitches throat." I laugh bitterly. "I was pretty drunk, but I needed to leave the party before I decked both of them in the face. I left the party and started to walk home. The party was only a few blocks away so it wouldn't be a huge distance."