𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | ᵠᵘⁱᶜᵏˢⁱˡᵛᵉʳ

Chapter 12

I walked to my room to change my boots. The ones I currently wore were my favorite pair. They had tears and holes in them and now it was time to say goodbye.

I held my boots up in front of my face. "Goodbye old friends." I kissed each of them lightly.

"Kissing shoes? And talking to them?" I turned to see Pietro. "You really are crazy, aren't you?"

"Not crazy, just sentimental." I smiled and placed my boots down, picking up a new pair and slipping them on.

Pietro took a seat next to me on my bed. "Do you really think we can trust the vision?" Pietro asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know why, but I can just feel it."

"Does your head still hurt?" Pietro raised his hand to my forehead.

The second his palm made contact with my skin I was pulled into a dream. At least I think it was a dream.

I looked around me. I was outside a house. A small girl was playing in the yard with several dolls. They were arranged like they were having a tea party. I walked towards the girl, expecting her to look up at me. She looked oddly familiar.

The little girl did look up and smiled brightly at me. I couldn't help but smile back. "Peter!" My smile fell as I became confused. Just then a boy appeared. He looked familiar as well. His hair was a weird silver color. He picked up the small girl, spinning her around in his arms.

"Kids, come in for dinner." A woman opened the door and called to her children.

I was pulled back from my dream and looked around me. I was laid down on the bed, Pietro still where he sat before.

"Are you okay?" He asked, feeling my forehead again. "You passed out."

"I'm fine." I nodded as I sat up.

"What happened?"

"I have no idea." I looked up at him. I left the room, quickly finding Steve. "I need your help."

"With what?" Steve looked down at me.

"I think I had a vision, or a dream. I don't know what it was. But I need to find a house." I explained shortly.

"Do you know the address?" Steve asked, intrigued.

I sighed. "That's the thing, I vaguely remember the numbers on the side of the house."

"Lets look it up then before you forget completely." Steve, Pietro and I walked into a living room and he went straight to the computer. Wanda sat on a chair a few feet away, watching the TV.

"Google maps?" Pietro rose an eyebrow at Steve.

"It'll work." Steve spoke harshly to the younger boy.

"That one." I pointed to a familiar address.

Steve looked over at me. "Are you sure?" I nodded. It was the only one that stuck out to me. Steve clicked on street view and the house I saw came up.

I smiled up at Steve. "That's it."

"So now what?" Steve turned to me, crossing his large arms over his body.

"We go find it." I smiled, picking up Steve's car keys from the counter.

"I'm coming." Wanda ran after us.

"Do you even know how to drive?" Steve ran behind us.

I shrugged. "No." I opened Steve's car and got inside the back seat, along with Pietro. Wanda sat in the front seat. Steve got in the car, taking the keys from me.