Peripatetic | TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

22: Something Is Missing

Y/N STARK (6-2-8)

I woke up to sunlight streaming in through the cracks in my curtains. I sat up in bed and stretched, before getting ready for the day. I headed down to the training rooms, and felt a strange sense of disappointment when I saw only Natasha waiting for me. It was gone quickly, though, and we went through our normal routine, warming up and working out, before sparring for a while.

When we were done I had a shower and breakfast, before grabbing my skateboard and heading to the park. As I went up and down slopes, I wondered why I started skating. I couldn't pinpoint the exact reason, and it confused me slightly. Had someone taught me, or had I learned myself? I couldn't remember, and it unnerved me.

As I skated around the park and attempted some new tricks, I got the strange feeling that I'd left something at home. My phone was in my bag, my headphones were in my ears, but the feeling still persisted. It was strange enough that I stopped skating after a while, so I decided to head home. It was like a pit in my tummy, a sense so overwhelming I couldn't quite place it.

When I entered the lounge room, Peter sat there, playing Minecraft. He looked away from the screen as I walked in and smiled. I smiled back and sat beside him, grabbing my own controller and joining in. We talked as we played, although I didn't contribute much to the conversation, the feeling in my tummy still persisting, despite the fact I was back home. After a while, Peter put his controller down and turned to me.

"What's up?" he asked.

I put my controller down as well. "What do you mean?"

"You're acting weird," he replied. "Is something wrong?"

I hesitated, before telling him about the strange feeling. He pondered it for a moment, before asking me if I had everything, such as my phone. I told him I'd already thought about that, and he opened his mouth to speak, before he paused, his eyes going to my neck.

"Where did you get that?" he asked.

I looked down at the necklace I wore, the skateboard pendant cool against my skin. "Um... a fair, I think."

I thought back to the fair, the girl who had sold it to me. I could have sworn someone went to the fair with me, but as I tried to think about it, I could only remember myself being there. Once again, the strange feeling came back, and I couldn't explain it. In fact, thinking back the past few months, I'd done a lot of things by myself, but I could have sworn someone had been there with me.

A text message lit up Peter's screen and he checked it, before looking at me sympathetically. "May needs me back at home. But you can talk to me any time, you know that, yeah?"

I nodded and hugged my best friend goodbye, promising to see him tomorrow. I played with the necklace in my hands, trying to pull apart the feeling I had, as well as the odd faults in my memories. As I thought harder, I just knew someone had been there with me. Had it been Peter? I felt like the answer was yes but also no at the same time. It was starting to give me a headache the more I thought about it, so I dropped the thought and went about distracting myself from it.

Some of the other Avengers noticed my peculiar mood, and I told them the same thing I told Peter. Pietro joked that I had early on-set dementia, which actually scared me a little, and Wanda offered to look through my memories. She seemed as perplexed as me, and Bruce checked me for a concussion, which I didn't have.

"We'll keep an eye on it," Bruce promised. "If it gets any worse, we can go to Shuri, but honestly with the amount of concussions and head injuries you've received as an Avenger, it sort of makes sense."

After dinner I went straight to my room and closed the door and started to pace. For some inexplicable reason, I knew the fault in my memories wasn't due to head injuries. I didn't know how I knew it, but I did. A face flashed across my mind for a split second, familiar yet unfamiliar brown eyes piercing into my soul, but it was gone before I could really think about it.

After an hour of pondering and more headaches, I got into bed, lying on my back and staring at the ceiling, still thinking. It unnerved me to no end, and my fingers traced the necklace that I wore. I knew that since I'd gotten it, I'd never taken it off, but I couldn't for the life of me figure out why.

After a long while of thinking, I finally fell asleep, and into the land of dreams. A faceless figure was with me; at the fair, in my room, on the top of the Empire State building. Everytime I tried to look closer at their face, the setting would change, and I'd be thrown into another memory.

Well, maybe I can teach you. It's a lot of fun once you get the hang of it.

It's not bad, though. You should have seen my knees and elbows when I first started out.

Y/n, don't make fun of me, but... I have a lot of fun with you. Being stranded in this new world isn't so scary when you're around.

I made the choice to jump in front of that bullet for you. And I would do it again and again if it meant keeping you safe.

I, uh... I didn't get to say it earlier, but you looked gorgeous tonight.

"No. I won't. I won't forget him," I said, tears streaming down my face.

Forget who? Who would I never forget? Who was kept tightly within my heart?

I turned to face the stranger in my room, before I began to fall, glass breaking all around me. Different worlds flashed before my eyes, worlds of magic and light and darkness, worlds the same as mine and worlds so different it was as if they had come out of a story. When I finally landed in my bed I woke up, and sat upright, one name on my lips.

"Peter."

A face appeared in my mind, and it all came rushing back to me. Peter, the times we spent together, the love we shared, and the spell. The spell that had made everyone forget about him, the one that wormed its way into my mind and wiped him from my memories.

Peter Parker, from another world.

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NOTE: well well well >:) anyways there is no longer a schedule for this story im just gonna upload when i feel like it/remember to