clever as the devil, and twice as pretty.
It is a known fact that when you lie, you do it for a reason - but Nina was lying unhinged and she loved it. she loved the way they left the tip of her tongue. She loved the adrenaline she felt whenever she'...
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NINA NEVER REALLY GAVE DEATH A THOUGHT. She didn't need to. Death is certain. What is uncertain is when - and the girl never expected to die at the small age of sixteen.
But one thing Nina had realized is much people are conditioned and controlled to avoid death at all costs. People are taught that the worst possible thing that could happen would be that we die. People will seemingly do anything, pay any sum of money, to prevent death. So, people are given orders, they submit to procedures, and they go deeply in debt rather than face the prospects they might die. Yet, the inevitable eventually occurs.
Death is an unknown. It's a mystery. Illiana told her that the souls of the dead stay and protect their descendants; which was the first thing she had expected once she vanished.
What she didn't expect, however, was the cold feeling of nothingness. She's spent most of her life alone, yet, this is the emptiest she has ever felt.
She doesn't know how long passes. Hours? Days? Months? Years?
Then, that darkness is gone. Replaced by something else; the feeling of being alive.
Wonderful.
Terrifying.
Short.
A gasp brings Nina back to the land of the living, her eyes bulging from her head as she shoots up, sitting upright.
"Tony? Peter?" she calls out softly, her voice more broken than she'd ever admit.
Suddenly, she feels herself soon being wrapped in that strange hug, familiar hug, desperate hug. Nina melts into it, pulling him back down and wrapping her arms around him, burying her face in the crook of his neck.
"You're alive," she mumbles again and again, barely a whisper, but Peter heard it so clearly. He rubbed slow circles on Nina's back, hoping she'd calm down soon because she actually felt better, not because she'd force himself to suck it up. "Oh my god, Peter, that was terrible."
He nods, already being comforted at the soft thump of her heart. "That was the scariest thing that has ever happened to me," he breathes out, the hand behind her head softly raking his fingers against her hair. "Are you okay?"
"I think I am," Nina blew out a breath, and then squeezed him tighter. "Are you?"
"I think I am," he repeats her words. Nina couldn't help but let out a shaky gasp at feeling his strong arms come around her back with no hesitation - tighter as if she'd disappear if he let her go.
It doesn't make any sense. They've both turned to dust and now they're back. It felt like she had fell asleep but that obviously wasn't the case since she had turned into dust - so what happened and where the fuck was—
"Tony?" Nina breaks free from Peter's tight grip, eyes desperately trying to search for the man. He was supposed to be here. His face was the last thing that she had seen before she died; so why the fuck was Tony missing all of a sudden?
