The Unassigned Mission

Vision

Sophia squinted at the bright lampposts surrounding her, the illumination as bright as football field lights. She can make out a few figures in the distance in front of her in this lit darkness.

"You're your father."

She suddenly feels a tingling pain in her abdomen then it turns hot. The pain would've been subtle but now that she has noticed it, it's unbearable.

Sophia sat up in a cold sweat; clutching her abdomen. She looks down cautiously and slowly moves her hands, inspecting her unharmed stomach. Sophia sighed and looked around the dark room, the soft snores of Peter could be heard on the bunk below her. She couldn't settle her breathing, so she stayed awake for a bit. She got curious about her powers and cupped her hands as she faced them towards the ceiling.
As she concentrated, electric currents ran through her veins, slowly rippling on her palms like misshapen orbs. She focused but watched the electric force emerge; the amazement she feels when observing her own powers will never cease. Yet, as she is doing this the voice echoed in her head again, a familiar voice almost like her own.

"You're your father."

She immediately squeezed her eyes shut and clasped her hands together; the energy faded between her flesh again. Sophia laid unmoving, as if the voice she heard was like a parent walking outside your room when you know you should be asleep. After a moment she reopened her eyes and softly called for Peter. She heard his groan and felt the shifting from below her as he rolled over,

"Yeah? You okay?"

Sophia held back a whine at his concerned, tired voice. It comforts her to know that in any situation Peter will worry for her first. It's actually not only herself that he does this for, he's a good friend to Ned and Michelle, a loving nephew, a devoted trainee to the Avengers and even in this moment, he's a caring friend to Sophia even when he's sleep deprived.
So, for that realization she held back her complaints and the dream by slinging her arm underneath the bar of the top bunk, so it  dangled over the edge.

"Please."

He was confused at first but reached his arm up and grasped her hand; his thumb lightly rubbing along her skin. She hummed quietly and closed her eyes again,

"You can always talk to me."

"You're too good to me."

Peter let the lack of a conversation end there and he closed his eyes again. The awkward bending and outstretched arms stayed interlocked as the pair drifted back off. Sophia's warmth soothing Peter back to sleep and Peter's comfort calming Sophia back into hers.
They'll talk about the vision another time, now they just have to be there for each other, beating one battle at a time.