SpideyNova : Dreaming

Dreaming: Part 3

Peter's POV-

"I got that stuff you wanted, Aunt May," I said as I walked in and plopped the brown paper bag on the kitchen counter.

"Thank you, Peter," Aunt May glanced inside the bag, "This should be everything I need for dessert tonight."

I roll my eyes as I leave the kitchen. Despite what we tell her, she's got it in her head that Sam, Luke, Danny, and Ava don't feel at home yet. So, she's set up this big family night in hopes that everyone will feel welcome. I plop down in a seat in the den and frown. I can't help but feel like I'm forgetting something. Oh, well. If it were important enough, I'm sure I would remember what it was.

Instead, I decided to ponder the dreams I'd been having lately. Yet again, for another week, I'd been plagued with weird dreams of Sam and me. In all of them, I'd be somewhere with just him and me, I'd try to say something, and wake up before I said it. It frustrated me to no end, and as if that weren't enough, the weird feelings I'd get in my dreams had started slipping into real life. Every time Sam spoke to me, or even looked at me, I felt my pulse quicken a little. I'd started trying to avoid him, but not so much so that it would be noticeable. So far, no one suspected anything.

Well, I clearly wasn't figuring anything out by sitting here. I got up from the chair and climbed the stairs, deciding to grab some clothes from my room and take a shower. Showers always helped me think. Then again, if showers could help, then I would already have these confusing dreams figured out. I may just be over thinking it, I guess.

"Hey, dude."

I jumped at the sound of Sam's voice. When had I reached my room? I looked to my bed to find Sam laying there, earbuds trailing from his ears to the iPod Touch clutched in his hand. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Why're you so jumpy?" he asked, "Didn't you notice me?"

"No," I shrugged, turning towards the dresser while trying to calm my frantically beating heart, "Can you even hear me through your earbuds?"

Sam looked down at the iPod, "Yeah, I can hear you. I forgot to turn on my music."

I opened the second drawer down, "And how long have we been sitting there listening to nothing?"

"About an hour."

I shook my head as I pulled out a pair of socks, blue boxers, a white t-shirt, and dark blue jeans. Sam gave me a questioning look, before turning back to his iPod and turning on some music. I could hear it from the other side of the room, and after a moment identified it as Nickelback's "Rockstar."

i closed the door to my room behind me and headed down the hallway to the bathroom.

-5 hours later-

"my favorite is White Tiger," Ava said after swallowing potatoes, "I kind of envy her amazing agility."

Dinner conversation tonight had been very interesting, to say the least. It had started out normal enough, you know talking about how our day had been and deliberately leaving out the parts about beating the crap out of baddies, all that jazz, but Aunt May felt like we should get to know each other better. So, she started asking questions, everything from our taste in music to our hobbies. Somehow, it had gotten around to our favorite superheroes.

"Very true," Aunt May agreed, "She is quite graceful. What about you, Sam?"

"Nova, obviously," Sam replied, finishing the last of his meal.

I would've rolled my eyes at his response, if Danny, who was sitting right across from me, hadn't gone into some sort of coughing fit. Luke started patting his back in an effort to help clear his lungs.