My Missing Piece

Chapter 2

You wake up to the feeling of water on your face. You open your eyes to see the grey New York sky. Your vision is blurred by the rain drops in you eye. You sit up and look around and see cars and people passing by. You begin to think of why you are here and how you got here. You see duffle bags next to you and open them. You recognize some of the stuff inside.

You come to the conclusion that you erased your memories. You rummage around looking for the Journals you always use when suddenly you see ink on your hand. "Check pocket?" As you reach for your pocket a burst of lighting flashes above the city. The roaring thunder that comes afterwards is just as scary causing you to cry out and cover your ears. Once the thunder stops you go for your pocket again but lighting strikes and you scream out again. You zip up the duffle bag and run further into the alley way. You see an industrial trash can and climb in closing the hatch. Your eyes can't seem to stop overflowing with tears. You squish yourself in between the trash bags as the thunder seems to be quieter in the trash can. You move your hand into your front pocket and pull out a note. It has an address of a person named Peter. You decided when the weather cools down you will head out. You clutch everything you own and close your eyes.

The next time you wake up it is by the sound of a scream. You wake up to see a woman holding a trash bag screaming her head off. You quickly grab your stuff and climb out. You then go to the entrance of the alley way taking a right. You look around and see that it is a blue sunny sky. You must have slept through the night. You spot and look around and sigh. You see people around you covering their nose and making disgusting looking faces at you. to avoid looking back at them you dig in your other pocket and approach a parked taxi. "Excuse me?" You call as you knock on the window. He rolls down the window and makes a face of regret. "Jesus what do you want kid?" He asks holding his nose. "I need a ride to uh... This address?" You show him the address and he just shoves it back to you. "You aren't riding in my car go somewhere else." You sigh. "Please... Just give me directions and I'll walk... He is the only person that can help me..." The guy sighs. "Uh okay... Head down this street for 3 blocks, take a right for one block, then a left. That will be the street. As for the house I don't know." You smile and give him the money. "Thank you sir!" you say and walk away. The man looks shocked but takes it anyway.

You follow through with the directions and find yourself on the right street. You begin looking at the individual apartment building. You walk into the appropriate lobby. You ultimately decide to take the stairs until you get to the right floor. You follow the room numbers then knock on the designated door. A woman answers and she looks shocked and relieved. "Oh thank god (Y/N)" She gasps and brings you in for a hug but you cringe away. "H-How do you know my name?" You ask and She looks confused before coming to the realization. "Oh honey... You forgot again didn't you?" You hesitantly nod. "Come in please?" She asks and you nod slowly stepping inside. "I... I am suppose to ask for a person named Peter? I am only allowed to talk to Peter and no one else." She nods "I'll call him. In the mean time would you like to take a shower?" You nod "Okay hold on. She says as she walks into a bedroom and brings out two pairs of sweat pants and t-shirt. "These are the softest ones Peter has would you like to feel them? You can choose either or." You nod and run your hands along and inside the clothing and take the clothes that seem the most comfortable. "Okay sweetie I will put your other clothes in the washer just put them in the hamper." You nod and follow her to the bathroom. She lets you walk in and shuts the door. "Towels are in the cabinet!" She calls out and walks away.

You begin to think to yourself as you step into the shower. You try and piece together what happened. Never have you had a note written to yourself. When you forget it is common knowledge to find your journal but all you could do is find your old journals and not the one from the past few months. You came to the conclusion that you made yourself forget. You decided not to question your decisions . After bathing you step out and get dressed. As you are doing this you hear a door slam and another voice. "Where is she? Is she okay!" The male voice asks and you step out of the bathroom quietly and walk down the hall to the living room. His head turns to you and he cries out. "(Y/N)! He walks up to you but you hold your arms out trying to stop him. He stops immediately . "(Y/N) I don't know if you remember me but I'm Peter...Peter Parker..." He says and you lower your hands. "(Y/N)... The last 12 hours have been absolute hell please... Please can I hug you?" You give a hesitant nod and he slowly walks up to you and wraps an arm around your waist and the other around your shoulder. He places your head on his chest and entangles a hand in your hair. He lays his chin on your head. "Why do feel like crying when I look at you?" You ask sniffling. "Go ahead and cry okay? I'm right here." He says tears of his own falling down his face and he buries his face in your hair. You slowly feel yourself relax and wrap your arms around him as you begin to cry. "I won't leave you okay? I am right here." Peter says as he places a kiss on the top of your head.

After a few minutes your tears cease. You let go of him and he does the same gently gripping your hands. "You really scared me..." He says and you nod. "I'm sorry but how do I know you?" You ask and another tear leaks from Peters eyes. "Um Well... Can you come with me to my room? I want to help you remember..." You slowly nod and he lets go of one of your hands and slowly guides you inside of his room. "I have a desk chair or you can sit on either of the bunk beds if you'd like." You nod and look for a few seconds before ultimately choosing the bottom bunk bring your knees up and toward your chest. "So um... My name is Peter and we have been friends for about 2 years now I think..." He says as he sits in the desk chair "How did we meet?" "I-I'll get to that but I need to ask you a question first." You slowly nod as you move your legs to a criss cross position and rock back and forth. You were getting anxious and Peter seemed to understand that. "You... You remember you have powers right?" You nod and he sighs in relief. "Okay so what is the last thing you remember?" You look down and begin to think. "I remember being found... I think... I think I was in some sort of... ditch? A man with an eye pa- " You let out a scream and grip your head. "What is it? What is wrong (Y/N)!" He asks and you shake your head as the pain dies down.

"For what ever reason I chose to forget I guess my brain doesn't want me to remember..." You say mumbling. "Can you answer a question for me now?" He nods "Why did my note say that I can't trust the Avengers? Why did it want me to find you?" He sighs and looks away. "All I can really say is that... That they hurt you really bad and I guess you felt that forgetting was the best option." The look on his face looks like a mixture of hurt and anger his hands are clasped together. His knuckles are white and the veins from his hands up his arms are bulging with anger until ultimately disappearing under the flannel he is wearing that is bunched at the elbows. "Well How did we meet?" You ask trying to change the subject. He seems to relax and smiles. "Oh! Give me a sec I'll show you!" He says before going over to his desk and opening a drawer. He walks back over to you slowly and holds out an assortment of notebooks. "What are these?" You ask looking up at him. "They are notebooks... Kind of like your Journals..." He says his face flushing in embarrassment. You open them to see different dates and logs from the times you must have spent with him. There were pictures and doodles as you skim through it.

You flip to a picture where you have noise canceling headphones leaning your head against Peters shoulder and his arm wrapped around your shoulder. There were fireworks of all sorts of colors in the back ground. It seemed to have been taken is a selfie style. "Oh that one is my favorite!" He says with a smile. "We went to Central Park to watch them. I have never seen your face light up like that before. You were really excited!" He says but you looked confused. "I never had these headphones... Where did you get them?" You ask and he chuckles. "I made them for you. OH! Here!" He says digging through his bag before pulling out (Your Favorite Fidget Toy). "I made this for you it uh... It also has a sensory brush but I couldn't really fit it on so it is separate." He says handing you the sensory brush and the fidget toy. You look at them in your hand and begin to sniffle. "Hey, hey, hey... What's wrong?" He asks kneeling in front of you. "Is it bad? Do the bristles hurt? I can change it if you want!" He says trying to say it as calmly as he can. You shake your head and set the fidgets down and wipe your eyes. "Thank you... This is so nice! No one has done this for me before!" You say with a sniffle and he lets out a sigh of relief. "How about you rest. Or you can read these unless you want me to read them to you." You yawn slightly. "I know it is early but is it okay if I take a nap? I slept in a garbage can last night because of the rain... Gave this poor woman a heart attack..." He chuckles and nods. "Okay top bunk or bottom?" He says pointing back and forth. "Which one do you sleep in?" He shrugs. It doesn't matter." You nod and snuggle into the bottom bunk. He goes over to his closet and pulls out some blankets. "Here. You can have some options. I am going to be in the living room I am going to talk to Aunt May about stuff." You nod as you slowly drift to sleep. Peter walks out and begins to review what happened in the last 12 hours.