New Game

Chapter 10

   Peter takes me to his apartment where he and his aunt live. He jiggles the key into the lock as I lean against the wall and try to relax my screaming muscles. I close my eyes and hear screams. Screams of those who I've hurt and killed. Thousands of faces flash before me, thousand of face that I have killed and don't even know their names.

"Kyra?" Peter asks.

  I open my eyes and give him a fake smile, "I'm fine."

   He opens the door and we sneak in. The lights are out so I can't see a bloody thing. Peter grabs my hand and leads me through his dark apartment. I can make the outline of a couch as we approach what I think is a hallway. There's three doors that I can make out. One of the doors is slightly ajar. I hear loud snoring coming from that room as we pass it. It must be Peter's aunt.

   Finally, we reach the door at the end of the hall. Slowly, so not to make a sound, Peter opens the door and we hurry in. Peter turns on the lights and we both sigh from relief. He chuckles to himself while I just stand there and take in his room.

   His room looks like that of the average teenage boy room would look like. It has a bed with blue sheets and pillows, socks and clothes litter the floor, a desk with a computer on it, action figures on shelves, and a nightstand with a lamp on it. I walk over to the action figures and pick up a little Steve. I smile and my heart misses my family.

   I hear Peter rummage through some things and turn around to see that he has made me a little makeshift bed on the floor with a couple spare sheets and pillows. He looks up at me with a warm smile on his face. "You.... You can have the bed... if you want...." He begins rubbing the back of his neck with his hand in a nervous way.

  I can't help myself from smiling at his awkwardness. I shake my head, "You can have it. I'm use to sleeping on the ground."

"Oh. Right."

   We stand there for a couple awkward minutes until Peter seems to snap out of it. He turns around and enters his messy closet. He rummages through close while I stand back and watch the mess begin. Finally, Peter turns around with a long shirt and shorts. He hands them to me and I take them. Then, he stares at me.

"Uh, Peter?"

"Yes?"

"Don't you think you should turn around or something?" I ask.

   Peter's face turns bright red. "Right!" his voice cracks as he says it.

   I giggle as he turns around and even his neck is turning a rosy red. I slip out of my dirty and ratty clothes and into the clothes that Peter gave me. Peter begins to turn into his PJs as I change. We turn around at the same time and I have to stop myself from laughing. Little tiny Avengers stare back at me from Peter's PJs.

"Nice PJs."

"What? They're cool!" Peter defends himself.

   I nod my head with a bright and big smile on my face. Peter pouts and gets into his bed. I curl up on the covers on the floor. Peter turns off the lamp. The room falls into darkness. I stare up at the ceiling.

"Kyra?" I hear Peter's voice ask.

"Yes?"

"Do you think this Loki guy is going to come looking for you?"

"Yes, I do. He seemed determined to keep me locked up in his little prison."

   Silence. I listen to Peter's even breathing until I fall asleep on the ground.

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   Night's head shoots up from resting on his front two paws. His black tail begins to wag vigorously. Night howls as he tips his head back and races out of the bed, walking over the sleeping person beside him.

   Bucky opens his eyes and is immediately awake. He sits up in bed and looks around the room for the source that awoke him. He spots Night in the far corner clawing at the window. Bucky narrows his eyes and reaches for his pistol that is on the nightstand beside the bed he's in.

   Bucky stands, the pistol in hand, and approaches the window. Bucky creeps through the shadows, becoming one with them after years of doing so. He reaches the window and pears out to see nothing but the pale moon and the shining stars. Bucky frowns and stares down at Night.

"No one's out there, Night. Go back to sleep,"  Bucky says and turns around.

   Night growls and bits a handful of Bucky's shirt. "Hey!" Bucky yells and turns around. "Let go!" The two wrestle over the end of the shirt until Bucky gives in and lets Night direct him back to the window. Bucky stares out the window and places his hand down on Night's head.

   Just then, the sound of ongoing traffic hits Bucky's hears causing them to pop. Headlights blind him and he moves his hand to his face to block out the lights. A strange loud sound comes from behind him. Bucky turns around to see a giant yellow circle appear out of nowhere. A figure jumps out of the circle. The circle closes behind the figure.

   Bucky's breath hinges when the figure looks up and he stares into those blue eyes that he thought he lost. Kyra looks beaten up from head to toe with bruises and cuts all over her face and arms. Her long  hair is stained with blood. Bucky only hopes that it isn't her blood.

   He watches as Kyra's eyes go wide as a car races towards her. Bucky screams Kyra's name but she can't seem to  be able to hear him. Bucky tries to move to push her out of the way as the car gets closer but he seems glued to the spot. He screams when the car hits Kyra causing her to fling over the car and high into the sky.

  Bucky watches as Kyra's body falls back to the ground only to be whisked away by a red and blue figure. The sound of cars begins to dim and so do the lights. Bucky blinks his eyes and he's now standing on a rooftop. He hears a moan and turns towards it to see the love of his life laying on the ground with her hand pressed to her head.

    Again, he tries to go over to her but he is glued in place. The vision blurs and soon a figure in a red and blue suit is standing beside Kyra. Bucky watches as the figure extends his hand to Kyra which she takes. "Peter."

   Kyra smiles, "Kyra."

   Then, everything goes dark. Bucky blinks a couple of times and then he is back in his room. He looks at the clock to see that no time has passed. It takes Bucky a coupe seconds to process what he's just witnessed. Night whines and leans into Bucky's knee.

   Bucky looks down at Night who is staring back at him with starry eyes. Bucky smiles. "She's still alive. Isn't she?"