"Storm, wake up" a voice says, I open my eyes and squint at the harsh light coming from my lamp. I shriek as I see Scarlett standing next to my bed.
"Calm down" Scarlett says, rolling her eyes. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, this must be a dream, I saw Scarlett die. "The x-men really screwed us, didn't they?" Scarlett says bitterly.
"You're not really here, I know this is a dream" I say, refusing to take my eyes off Scarlett. "But it's still good to see you." I step forward and embrace Scarlett, she wraps her arms around me.
"God, I miss you so much, Scar, I think about you everyday" I say, a lump forming in my throat. I close my eyes, trying to let myself believe this is real for just a second.
"You need to let me go" Scarlett says, glancing at me. "I made my choice, and I would do it all over again, you truly are my very best friend."
"Until the end" I whisper, we used to swear we'd be side by side until the end. I won't find another best friend who knew me as well as she did, we had a connection that was rare, our pieces fit perfectly together.
Footsteps appear from behind me, and I whirl around, my heart sinking as I see Mystique appearing, there's blood all over her clothes.
Something metal goes flying and impales Scarlett, her eyes widen before her body falls to the ground. I glance at Mystique, but a bullet appears in her head, I glance down at the two bodies, I don't know why I'm dreaming about this, but I am sick of it.
"Their deaths are on you, Storm, so is Peter's aunt" Magneto says, appearing in front of me with a sick smile on his face, he's enjoying this. "You're lying to yourself if you deny it, you attract pain and chaos and everyone in your life suffers because of you."
He's probably right, Peter came to the x-men to get me, they discovered his identity because of me, Clover could've been killed by Magneto.
"You didn't need to kill Flash or May, Peter didn't deserve that" I say, glaring at Magneto. I can't believe I wasted majority of my childhood trying to join him, now I see him for who he really is, a pathetic man who gets children to fight battles he's too scared to fight. Two fifteen-year-olds should never have been sent to kill Tony Stark.
"Maybe he did, maybe he didn't, who cares?" Magneto says, rolling his eyes. "Who should we kill next? Clover or Henry?" Magneto's eyes glitter with amusement and I clench my fists.
"Storm" a voice says, I turn around, but I can't see anyone. "Storm."
I open my eyes and frown as I see Steve in front of me, I sit up, all traces of sleep vanishing immediately. "It's four am! What are you doing?" I ask.
"Get dressed, we're going on a mission" Steve says. I blink, he can't mean 'we' as in the two of us, right? Walking to the end of the hallway with Steve is too far for my liking.
"We?"
"Us and Natasha, we're leaving in ten minutes so get dressed or I will drag you out of here in your pyjamas" Steve says, turning and walking out of the room. I roll my eyes but get up, not wanting to take the chance of being dragged out in my pyjamas. I open my chest of drawers and pull out a pair of black leggings and a long-sleeved white top, I head into my bathroom and get changed before brushing my teeth.
As much I want to tell Clover and Henry that I'm being forced on a mission, I know it's Peter who needs to know the most, I can't have him thinking that I just up and left after he lost his aunt, I wouldn't do that to him. I head towards Peter's room, knocking on the door. I open the door and step in, figuring Peter is probably asleep.
"Storm?" Peter asks, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He glances at his phone, frowning as he realises it's the middle of the night.
"I'm sorry to wake you, but Steve is forcing me to go on a mission with him and Natasha. I just wanted you to know so you don't think I've abandoned you by choice" I say, heading over to Peter and sitting down next to him.
Peter wraps his arms around and hugs me, my heart sinks, I want to be able to support Peter through the loss of May, he hasn't left this room in the past two days since she died. "I'm sorry" I say, unaware what I'm apologising for.
"Don't be, I know the world has to keep spinning" Peter says, giving me a sort of sad, bitter smile. "It'll be worth it when we stop them."
"I'll have my phone on me, call me if you need anything" I say, Peter nods and hugs me again.
"Storm, it's been ten minutes, come on" Natasha says, standing in the doorway with Steve. I squeeze Peter's shoulder and then head off with Natasha and Steve.
*Author's Note* Do you think Storm can rebuild her relationship with Natasha?
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Beautiful Ruins
Ação"Maybe there was a fleeting moment where I wanted to be a hero and believed I could be one, but the truth is I'm not, I won't ever be. My past does define me, it made me a villain" - Storm. Fifteen-year-old Storm is the daughter of Black Widow and I...
