SpideyNova : Dreaming

Dreaming: Part 4

Peter's POV-

Four weeks.

Four weeks since these dreams started, and I'm no closer to figuring out what they meant than I was two weeks ago when I had that nightmare about Sam's murder. They confused me more, in fact, and I had started acting differently around Sam. Our fight were becoming less frequent, but that might have to do with the fact that I'd started avoiding him more and more. I also noticed that I tended to get lost in thought at the most inopportune moments, like... Well, like right now, for instance.

"Spider-Man!" Power Man shouted, "Can you zone out some other time?!"

"Huh? Oh, yeah."

Power Man was being dangled in the air by one of the Wizard's discs. The Frightful Four had been causing a mess in midtown, but we'd managed to take down two of them, even with me distracted. The only two that remained were the Wizard and Klaw.

I shot webbing in the Wizard's face to blind him, and as he was trying to pull it off Nova plowed him into the ground, knocking him unconscious. White Tiger leapt on Power Man's back and clawed off the anti-gravity disc stuck there.

Iron fist, who had managed to subdue Klaw, came up to me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"You were very distracted today. Is there something bothering you?"

"No, I'm fine," Even as I said that, my eyes drifted over to Nova, who was calling Sheild to come pick up the Frightful Four. They had set up operations in a secret base under an old warehouse. It was temporary until they could rebuild the helicarrier.

"... Spider-Man? Are you listening?" Iron Fist asked, waving a hand in front of my face.

I was glad the mask hid my face, otherwise he would have caught me staring at Nova. That would be difficult to explain.

"Oh, sorry Iron Fist," I said, wracking my brain for an excuse as to why I wasn't paying attention, "I was just, uh, thinking about the massive amount of homework I've got today."

He crossed his arms, looking unconvinced.

"Alright, but when you feel like telling me what's really bothering you, I am willing to listen," Iron Fist looked down at his watch, "We should get back to school. Lunch is almost over."

I groaned. This was the third time we missed lunch hour. And I had Algebra next. This week had been a complete pain. Well, at least it was Friday.

-After school, Sam's POV-

Honestly, I loved playing the piano. It allowed me to clear my head, express myself, if you will. Not that I'd admit that to anyone. Hell, hardly anyone knew I played, except maybe Fury and that auburn-haired girl. And now Peter. Most days I found it pretty easy to start playing. But today, I just couldn't. For two reasons.

Well, first off, I had an audience. Something I didn't usually have, unless it was that auburn-haired chick who occasionally stopped to listen to me play for a minute or two. Peter had come to listen to me play this week. He didn't tease me or anything, he seemed to genuinely want to listen to me play. And that made me pretty happy, even if I didn't show it. Hey, I had a facade to keep up. Couldn't let him think... Well anyways.

Secondly, the audience in question filled my thoughts currently. More so than usual. Peter looked like he was tired, as if he hasn't had a good nights sleep in ages. I was worried, but didn't ask about it. If there was an issue, he'd probably tell one of his friends. Maybe I should ask Harry or MJ. Also, ever since that first night he'd woken up screaming, he's been avoiding me. I say first night because he's done this two more times since then. And both times I'd comforted him until he fell back asleep. Why was he avoiding me? Was it to make it clear that we were still not on the most friendly terms? Or had he just started hating me?