☑ THE SHADOW | Peter Maximoff

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~ 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚 ~

They waited until nightfall.

Amara ignored when her legs fell asleep. Peter ignored the urge to actually sleep. And they just sat there. Too afraid to move more than a couple inches in case (even though Amara kept them invisible) someone happened to see them and alerted the entire Remedy base.

So they patiently waited.

Amara found it comforting for her to play with Peter's hair. Even though it quite literally smelled like shit, she couldn't stop burying her nose in it to remind her that he was still there. He was still with her. He wasn't going anywhere.

She never felt his grip on her loosen, either. At one point, his hand repositioned by climbing up her back, but that only pressed their bodies closer. She made no complaints.

When it was finally dark out, Amara was the first to speak.

"I think we should go," she whispered, pulling back softly. She turned both of them visible again even though Peter wouldn't be able to see her in the dark. "We should keep moving."

Peter only nodded in response, and she climbed off his lap and crawled out of the hole. Her eyes scanned the area swiftly with her mutation. There was no sign of movement, and she nodded to herself. The only problem: she didn't know which way to go.

The sound of Peter grunting made her whip around. When she did, she saw him cursing and rubbing his nose as he stood next to a tree, and she sighed. Without a word, she walked over to him and grabbed his sleeve, then began pulling him around the trees and over the logs so he wouldn't bump into anything.

"Amara, I- I thought we would've been able to grab one of those trucks or something-"

"Don't worry about it," she murmured. "You were right. We're out now. Both of us. That's all that matters."

She didn't turn around to look at his expression. The only place she had in mind was to get as far away from that Remedy base as possible.

Amara was glad there weren't any words exchanged between them, since she was having an internal breakdown about what happened in that base. She was also glad it was dark out. Peter couldn't see her wipe her silent tears from her face.

Kahuna, I was only trying to-

No.

Kahuna, those people are monsters-

So was she. So was It.

And I simply did what we monsters do best.

Ignore her screams? Her demands to stop? She knew she did - she remembered it clearly. She hated being trapped in her own body while It took over. She couldn't be more helpless than in those moments, and no one even knew it.

I made those peasants suffer for what they did. We should have kept going.

Thank fuck she didn't.

I think Peter liked it.

Really? Really?! Did it really look like Peter liked that? Him screaming for her to stop told It he liked it?!

Not it, Kahuna. You. Us.

She rolled her eyes in disgust. As fucking if. Those were the last things Peter liked: herself and murder. And that was her entire package.

That's what made him so infuriating. He was perfect.

He didn't want to murder anyone. He wasn't the kind to actively seek revenge on anyone that did him wrong. He didn't even really get angry. He was perfect. Too perfect. She hated it. She hated him.