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Ch. 59: Dreams

Ever since the events in Siberia, I haven't slept well. I've felt like I always was being watched, despite knowing that I wasn't. I knew I was safe where I was.

But that nagging feeling wouldn't go away. It would stay there, haunting my every moment.

Sometimes I wanted to run away, try and leave my home behind so that I keep my family safe.

My family. They are complete idiots for searching for me. Especially my dad. He was the one that was adamant on finding me after I fled Siberia.

At the time I was in Chicago, trying to let myself fully recover before going into the woods. I knew that I had to leave America. There wasn't anywhere to go to.

Especially with T'Challa probably still seeking me out.

I was at a pharmacy, my hair completely cut and a different color. I ended up chopping it off, leaving it barely above my shoulders. I also dyed it black, complete contrast to my previously blonde hair.

After purchasing my medicine and drugs that I needed to clean my wounds, I ran into him. I was very surprised to see my dad there. He didn't acknowledge me as his daughter, but instead called me Piper.

He put an arm around my shoulder and brought me out of the building. I bid goodbye to the clerk inside before turning towards him.

We got into a quiet, hushed and heated argument which brings me to today. Sitting in the attic of my childhood home. Papers were strewn everywhere, littering on the ground. Most of them came from Phillip whenever he snuck himself upstairs.

Mom was hesitant on my return. I mean, I couldn't even blame her. I am a fugitive, and they could be arrested for harboring me.

I picked up one of the papers and rubbed my face, a groan escaping. I looked up and towards the small mirror that was sitting on the ground. I looked at it, seeing the bags under my eyes becoming more and more prominent.

I threw the paper to the side and laid down, placing my forearm over my eyes, blocking out the sunlight. I let out a grumble of a protest.

Exhaustion clung to me like a needy child. It got bored of everyone else and now wanted to torture me with it. Fun.

My will to stay awake slowly left, my mind shutting down as a sigh escaped.

Maybe just... A couple minutes... To sleep...

I jolted up to my own scream. I let out a rocky breath as I whipped my head around, trying to get a recollection of where I was. My feet moved around, trying to land on something solid.

I couldn't even touch anything except the void. Why in the fuck am I in space?

I turned around abruptly, trying to find any sign of seeing Earth. I felt like I was suffocating. Is this what Tony felt in New York when he flew up and into the portal?

This is terrifying.

My mouth opened wide and agape, desperately trying to swallow any oxygen that I could. I felt like I was an animal scratching something with the way I felt my lungs clawing for air.

Tears pricked in my eyes as I continued to suffocate. How in the fuck did I even get here? I was just laying down to go to sleep.

I shut my eyes as I curled up in on myself. I felt like I was dying. Ever so slowly, but I surely was dying.

Then I heard an explosion. My eyes opened slowly as light blinded me. I attempted to suck in one more breath of air but came out empty handed.

I felt the light envelop me. Completely swallow me whole.

I couldn't distinguish much of anything from the white void I was now in. There were two thing that I could notice while I was in there.

The first one was the fact that as I got swallow by the light, a wave of oxygen entered my lungs. I let out a choked cry and fell forward, grasping onto my sides. I've never missed oxygen so much in my life.

The second were the six colors that were flying in my direction. I perked up in shock at the new colors spiraling in my direction.

I watched as they grew closer and closer to me. I didn't know what to make of this. No, I don't know what to make of this.

I'm stuck in the middle of space. I fell asleep right before all of this. I almost suffocated. Now I'm surrounded by light and six different specks of color are hurdling at me.

I'm lost.

The colors started to slow down and began to circle me. They weren't just colors... they were objects. Looked like stones. That made no sense. Why were they in space?

In fact, I recognized one of the stones. It was remarkably identical to the one in Vision's skull. This just made my head hurt.

Why was I out here, and why were six stones circling around me? This is stupid and annoying.

A voice spoke out in my head, calling out to me with clarity and affirmation. But I knew who was speaking to me. I hadn't heard it in a long time, but I knew.

"Four of these stones remain in safe hands. You must reconcile with your old friends to save your world."

I spun around, noticing the purple and blue stone fall backwards. I let out a yell, "Wait! Where am I? What is this?"

"You must break the law once more to stay true to your duty as the Archangel."

I opened my mouth to let out a yell before feeling the oxygen leave my body once again. I let out a gurgle and launched forward.

No! Not again! I can't--

I heard a giggle.

A giggle of a child.

I woke up and launched forward, gasping in large, sharp breaths. I glared off to my side and towards Phillip who sat with a pillow in his hands. He let out a laugh and pointed towards me, sticking out his tongue, "Ha ha! You were sleeping and now you're not!"

I stood up on my feet and smiled weakly, brushing off my clothes, "Yeah, I was sleeping. That was what I tried to do. Go downstairs. I'll be there shortly."

He scampered off, giggling like a mad child. I looked after him with a frown on my face as I pressed a hand to my forehead.

What do I do?