Spiderman Homecoming aftermath

To Protect

Edalyns POV
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I ran down the maze of dimly lit halls.
Voices, shouts, screams and whispers chased me as my feet thudded on the stone floors.
Finally, an exit came to view.
I ran faster only to fall further away.
The voices were closer.
A hand grabbed my wrist and I screamed.
I looked at the face of the pursuer. Her lips dripped with a sickening sneer,
"No. 6, don't you know? We're not done with you yet."

My eyes flew open to thick darkness, my breath was raspy and fast. I looked around frantically, the halls were gone and so were the voices.
"A dream," I whispered to myself.
I tried to sit up, but was stopped by an arm wrapped around my side. Right. I was at Peters house.
Feeling a little out of place, I lifted his arm off me and climbed off the couch. Maybe it was the dream, but I for the moment I just wanted to be alone and in some fresh air.
I walked to their small apartment balcony and slid the glass door open quietly. Crisp cool air welcomed my face as I stepped out. I closed the door and leaned against the rail, letting goosebumps tickle up my arms. The wind encircled me and I closed my eyes, listening to the 5:30am traffic and thinking about the past few days.
I was taken from Natasha and put in a small but kind home.
I met a boy. A cute boy.
A cute boy who can shoot webs and climb up buildings.
I have a type of family.
I  go to school like a normal girl.
I even had a friend in one of my classes.
I opened my eyes in realization.
I could finally live a semi normal life. A soft laugh escaped my mouth, 'semi-normal' was the key phrase. Alien tech guns, spider-boy, a mother who tested me, a mother-like woman who trains me and a new cookies and vanilla mother. Not too normal, but I like to think I'm getting there.
The sliding door opened behind me and I jumped at the sudden interruption of my thoughts and sighed, I didn't want to talk to Peter too much right now.
Turning around, I was a little surprised when I saw Aunt Mays face instead of Peters. She was holding a cup of something hot in both her hands and had a sweet smile on her face.
"You know, usually when you get a fever, you rest and stay warm." She winked playfully at me but also gestured me to go back inside. I smiled back and walked into the cozy apartment. May handed me one of the steamy cups and wrapped a blanket around me.
"Sorry, I was just getting some air but then got lost in my thoughts." I spoke softly, not wanting to wake Peter.
May did the same as she held her drink close,
"I don't blame you a bit. These last couple of days have been full of change and craziness," she twirled her finger in the air, nervously chuckling to herself, "it's easy to lose track of what's going on in your head."
I nodded in agreement---unsure of what to say--- and sipped on the thick hot cocoa she gave me.
May sighed and looked to Peter, who was sleeping soundly on the couch, "It worries me... him being out there with all those alien tech weirdos."
She turned back to me with serious-business like eyes, causing me to sit up straiter. The sudden change of attitude surprised me.
"Please watch him and do whatever you can to make sure nothing happens to him-"
She paused and looked down, obviously trying to contain her emotions, "of course watch over yourself too, you both need to be safe. It's just... Peter is just all I have right now and.." Mays voice trailed off and I put a reassuring hand on one of her own. "We'll be safe."
That was the only sentence that came to mind but it seemed to be good enough for Aunt May. Her face relaxed and she patted my hand. "I know, I know. I just can't help it! Us Aunts tend to overreact." She forced a laugh and reached for her purse that was sitting on the counter. "Well, I need to head off to work. I texted the Winsteads and told them that Peter would walk you home. You should take a couple days off to recover."
I smiled and nodded, and with that she was giving a final wave and walking out the door.
The hot cocoa gave me a warm feeling inside and the blanket made me drowsy.
I walked back to Peter and cuddled into his arms. I barely knew him but it didn't stop the feeling of refuge that I got when I was around him.
With his arm once again around me, I let myself fall into a different type of sleep. One where I knew I was safe and no dreams came to haunt me.