I needed to convince you to love me and that I would scrape out the last dollop of my sanity and place it on a platter for you if it meant I could keep you.I chiseled away parts of myself trying to be everything to you until it could no longer be rendered as art.
"Do I really have to do this?"
I've been training with the boys for the past month now. My body is exhausted as I've worked it to its absolute max. The boys have not gone light on me and I can't tell if I'm grateful or upset about it.
Steve has been working with getting my strength back while Sam has been working with getting my mind strong again. Bucky has helped regulate my eating schedule to get my body back to the way it was as close as possible. I'm not back to perfect but I'm better and that's all that matters.
Stark has stopped drinking as much now that he knows that Peter is out there. I made him promise me to not track him down and so far, he has stuck to his promise. He mostly stays in his lab, but I stay with him some nights when the nightmares get too much. I know how that is like.
Right now, I'm in the training room with Steve and Bucky. I've been sparring with them for the past hour and they haven't let up once. I wipe the sweat from my forehead and stand facing the boys in front of me.
"Yes Iris. We need to build your endurance up." Steve says with his hands on his hips.
I groan lightly and throw my head back. "But I don't want to." I say like a child and stomp my foot.
Bucky rolls his eyes. He approaches me and places his hand on shoulder. "Come on doll, you got this." He says with a smile.
I glare at the men and walk towards the dreaded treadmill located in the corner of the room. I start running as Bucky times me for how long I can run for without stopping. After twenty minutes goes by, I stop running as my body was exhausted. Bucky stops the stopwatch as I get off the treadmill.
"Not bad Rosati but it can be better." Steve says and I just glare at the man.
"Yeah yeah whatever. I'm taking a shower now and relaxing. Don't bother me." I say as I walk out of the training room.
I make my way towards my room. Once inside, I walk straight to the shower to wash my sweaty body. I turn on the warm water and strip down and climb inside. I let the hot water soothe my tired muscles. My mind wanders off as I stand under the water and it lands on the person who has haunted my mind for the past few months. Peter.
I haven't spoken to him since the last time I saw him. I made a decision to leave him alone since I don't want him to try and run away. I know he needs his space even though I would love to just grab him and trap him in the compound. I need a plan before I see him again and that is just what I'm working on.
I finish up the shower and dry myself off. I get myself dressed and I dry my annoyingly long hair. I collapse on my bed and close my eyes. Getting my body back to its usually shape is exhausting. I didn't realize how much I damaged myself til now.
I sit back up on the bed. I decide to go talk to Stark to see how he is doing. I've been so busy training with the other boys that I haven't gotten the chance to talk to him much. I leave my room and head down to his lab. I press the button on the elevator and wait for it to open. Once the doors open, I see Bucky in there.
"Hey angel." I say to him as I enter the elevator.
"Hey doll." He says while he wraps his arms around me. I cuddle into his warm arms and I lay my head on his chest.
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Fanaa (Peter Parker)
FanfictionFanaa (noun):// destruction of the self; destroyed in love. "I destroyed myself for you, why isn't that enough?" Iris Rosati is the reigning ruler of hell. Peter Parker is the angel of the avengers. While they may hate each other, remember, there's...