𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 | ᵠᵘⁱᶜᵏˢⁱˡᵛᵉʳ

Visions

The next morning was almost the same as yesterday. Except instead of Peter waking me up, it was Lorna. "Hi." She whispered.

I smiled at her. "Hi."

"Do you want breakfast?" She asked, placing her arms on the bed and leaning her head against her hands. "I helped mommy make it."

"Of course." I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed, running a hand through my crazy hair.

Wanda took my hand and pulled me off the bed and down the stairs. "It's waffles." Wanda smiled up at me.

"I love waffles." I responded as we entered the kitchen.

"Good morning." Peter's mom, Magda smiled as she placed a plate of waffles on the table.

"Good morning." I responded. I usually wasn't much of a morning person but today was different I guess.

"Peter just left for school." Magda explained as she sat down. Lorna hopped into the chair next to me. "He told me that you weren't feeling well last night so you would be staying home."

"Oh. Yeah." I looked down at my waffles.

"Well, eat your breakfast and then you're free to go back to bed." I looked back up at Magda and smiled.

Once I finished the amazing waffles, I walked back up to my room and sat on the bed. My head was pounding and my vision started to blur.

'Wanda.' Pietro said to his sister as they looked at the rubble of their old home. 'What do we do now?'

Wanda looked up at her twin. 'I don't know.'

They looked back at the destroyed building. The memories of that night replayed in their heads. They had nightmares each night since then. They knew that their lives would never be the same. All because of one man. A man by the last name of Stark.

I regained my vision. All of this weird vision like stuff was getting insanely weird and was starting to creep me out. Pietro. He looked slightly like Peter, but there wasn't a lot of similarities between the two.

I shook my head from the thought. Maybe this is just a coincidence. I have heard that everyone has a twin that they've never met before. I think that's how it goes. But with the same name?

"Stop it Skylar." I told myself. "Forget about it. It obviously doesn't concern you."

Trying to distract myself, I looked out the window. There were small kids playing in the streets. Adults trying to avoid hitting them with their cars. I smiled at the laughter coming from the children. I can hardly remember being that little. It would be amazing if you could stay that young. Being forever young would be the best thing ever.

The more I sat at the window, the more I realized that waiting for Peter to come home would be so boring. I wasn't very good at waiting. Never have been and never will. Mom used to always tell me that I had a lot of patience because I never used any.

My mind traveled to thoughts of my mom. I remember every birthday we spent together. How she would always tell me that I didn't need friends because I was too cool for them. She once told me that if I grew up to think I was better than everyone else, it would be because of her. And of course she said that I was better than anyone else.

I moved away from the window, laying down on the bed and staring at the ceiling.

My mind wouldn't rest and I started to think of Peter. His hair, which was not even close to normal. His eyes. They were the deepest and most perfect shade of brown I've ever seen. His smile and how it would light up a room, or even your whole day.