Homesick || Discontinued

7 - Channel it

THIRD PERSON

Peter managed to slip away from everyone to meet up with Fury.

"Parker!"

"Yes, sir?"

"That thing is going to be here in a few hours, are we boring you?"

"He's not bored, he's just thinking about how you kidnapped him."

"He has obstacles, I removed them."

"They still won't evacuate the city."

"Idiots," "beck, what's the status on the possible threat?"

"All taken care of, fury, nothing to worry about."

**

Joey's Pov

"Ahh" I groaned, pulling as much as I could to loosen the rope. It burns my skin as I rub against it. I couldn't see, only hear myself panicking. My breaths were short, my chest was tight and achy. The rope was pushing on it as I leaned forward.

I give out from suddenly feeling weak, but try to remember what I'm capable of. What's beyond seeing people's identities? This power I have, I can do more with it. I don't know how to, though.

But I have to try.

I need to have high hopes. I need motivation. I need to remember... that day.

I pull again, grinding my teeth together.

Channel it.

Focusing, I power it up, feeling as it ran through my mind.

"Come on," I groan, gripping the chair, and causing my fingertips to turn white.

Channel it.

I feel it run my body and reach my eyes because that's where the most power lies within me. I exhale, knowing what to do.

I open my eyes and raise my fingers in the slightest, and then, in an instant, I'm floating in the air with small, broken parts of the chair and rope drifting, frozen in time as it seemed.

I felt lighter as I moved my feet around. A teal-colored smoke floats around me, it is my power, soaks into my body, and soon, I am gently set back on the cold floor. The light from my power goes away and leaves me back in the darkness of the room.

Looking around, I see light coming from underneath the locked door and go towards it. I bang my shoulder against it and it swings open after a few times. Wow, Mysterio, can't even lock the door properly.

A cold gust of wind hits my skin when I walk out of, what looked like an old storage building, and immediately see a fire monster a distance away, along with screaming and a flying man in the sky.

I would've read the person's identity but from the looks of him, I already knew it was Mysterio, fighting, the monster, along with Peter.

Does Peter know?

I gotta tell Fury.

I dig through my pockets to pull out my phone and try to remember if I have Fury's contact. And I panic when I can't find it. Frustrated, I look toward the commotion and contemplate.

Should... I go help?

No. The monster isn't real. It's an act.

But... maybe I should warn Peter.

I look down at my hands and shoot out a web to nowhere, wondering if I could be like Peter.

But how do I...

I shoot another to a wall and pull on it to see how strong it was. But I don't have any practice.

I look at the fire monster.

I can't do this.

I need to find Fury.

Scrolling through my phone, I finally see at the very end, his name. I tap it and call.

It rings for a long time before I hear someone pick it up and it doesn't sound like Fury.

"Hello?" A female voice says through the other end.

I hesitate, "Umm, hi, can I speak to Nick Fury—"

"Who is this?" Her tone is stern.

"Uh, this is Joey Lawrance," I say.

"One sec," she says. I could hear noises in the background, muffling.

Suddenly, the grip changes, and I hear a new and familiar come to the other side. "Well, look who's come crawling back," Fury sneers and I sigh.

"Listen, Fury, I need to talk to you about Mys—"

"I thought you said you didn't want to be a part of any of my business, Joey, are you going against your word?"

"Yeah," I look at the monster as I see Peter swinging around it. "Yeah, I am. Fury, I need to talk to you—"

"You can tell me right now since we're talking," he blurts.

".. Right. Um, listen," I start.

"I'm listening, Joey."

"Okay. Um, Mysterio, he's..." I suddenly felt dizzy and overheated. Fury's voice began to go fuzzy and my head dizzy. "ev–..." I say before losing my balance, falling onto the hard ground, and coughing as I get the air knocked out of me. I drop the phone and hear voices coming from it but am too occupied lifting my shirt to see my black veins and how they've increased in darkness. The skin around them was purple and unhealthy, making me sick to my stomach.

I laid my head down, feeling as if my head was swiveling. The heat from my body was too much. The darkness covered my vision and pulled me into unconsciousness.