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SPIDER-MAN AND ATOM ROGUE: HOMECOMING P11 | SUDDEN DEATH
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"NED, PETER!"
Mira Rohan continued to slam her closed fist against the closed hotel room door waiting for one of the boys to finally answer. They only had an hour till the decathlon, and she was already on edge thanks to the barely two hours of sleep she had managed to get. After waking up in a screaming fit at 2 in the morning, completely falling apart in Michelle's arms for another hour, she hadn't been able to get sleep to reclaim her. Even after Michelle had climbed into bed with her for more support, drifting off at 3.30 am Mira's mind just refused to stop racing.
She had still been wide awake when her alarm clock finally went off, merely laying on her back completely motionless staring up at the slightly mouldy ceiling.
That nightmare just refused to let her mind find peace. Everything about it from the feel of the material of the navy and black suit against her skin to the bones crunching under her hold felt so real. Once Michelle had finally drifted off beside her, she had even checked to make sure that the comforting vibrant rouge pink still appeared between her fingertips, terrified of seeing that onyx-black colour instead.
She had almost cried in relief when pink started to illuminate the hotel room.
"It was just a dream."
Mira clenched her eyes shut, choosing to pound on the door again trying her best to ignore her father who was standing beside her. Since the second Michelle had finally back to sleep after her breakdown, he just wouldn't go away. She had never hallucinated him for this long before and it was driving her crazy. "Duty, fate..." Marcus leaned back against the window, the curtains pulled shut not letting even an inch of light out of Peter and Ned's room "Funny words. But never certain. Always a multitude of different paths all with different endings."
—He wasn't real.
She was just losing her mind, pieces cracking away in her mind, shattering into oblivion like fragile glass.
"You're scared that fate is stronger than duty."
She had turned her back on her duty and walked away from the Renterian Mission her father had fought so hard to bring her on board. Fate and Duty were very different. Duty could be altered but fate was unmoving, something that couldn't be controlled or changed because it was always meant to be.
Her duty was supposed to be to follow the Renterian belief, but Mira was terrified that her fate would always be to follow in her father's footsteps.
Becoming the conqueror he had trained her to be.
To become the villain.
Fate and destiny couldn't be stopped, there was no way of walking away from it like you could do with duty.
