Dreams - Marvel One Shot

The Dreams

детский паук -baby spider

сестра-паук -sister spider

"You can never be a hero," the black shadow said, "you'll never save them all." The figure multiplied its self around him. "Weak, Pathetic, Never a hero," they echoed. "Stop, Stop, STOP! Please...." the young hero responded with fear. Eyes followed no matter how far he ran. "No one to save you here, they all left you, just like your parents." The voice jumped with excitement. The world he was in, they where all dead. Every single one, and it was all his fault. "There's no escape from this realm, stop running Parker...."

Peter lurched our of his bed in a cold sweat and panting. "Are you alright Peter?" The AI voice, KAREN, asked from the computer. "Yea, just another nightmare, turn the lights on please." Peter said as he surveyed the room. The clock on the wall read 1:27 am. "Shall I call Mr. Stark about your dreams again?" He knew that Mr. Stark cared"No Karen, he'll call the therapist, and she will just pretend to care" he said looking down. "Peter, you need to talk to someone, if not Stark who?" Karen replied. Silence. Peter thought for a few seconds. "Um call сестра-паук, please."

As the phone rang Peter became more and more nervous. What if she thinks I'm annoying, I'm just a kid with PTSD from some space battle. "Hey Karen, cance-" But then a sleep deprived Natasha answered the phone. "детский паук, what is the matter?," she said. No answer came from Peter. All she could here was his breath quickly speeding up. "Peter.... Are you ok?" Again he stayed silent. "детский паук, calm down. I'm coming over. Give me 3 minutes." Peter from finally caught his breath, "детский паук, it's okay, I'm fine. I must have butt dialed you." "It's okay kid. Are you sure your alright?" He sighed, "I'm alright it's just I don't have anyone to talk too. Everyone is just so busy now with the press and news teams, I ju-". "Look kid, I understand," she responded. "I'm not one of the popular ones either. Everyone love Cap and Tony, us spiders, we just get overlooked." Peter smiled at the thought of them being spiders together, "Are you still gonna come over?" After a short pause Natasha responded. "Do you want me to?" Peter, decided that he would not let this dream take him anymore. "No, I'm fine." Natasha hesitated, "Ok, you call me if you need."

The same dream, but this time it was much worse. "Lonely little spider boy," the demons taunted. "All your fault, they are all dead, look..." As Peter surveyed the dream realm he finally saw the image his subconscious was trying to convey. The realm he where on was revealed, they were in the Soul Realm, but he wasn't alone. All of them, Mr. Stark bleeding through, Steve Rogers stabbed, Star Lord fading to dust, and many more around them. All gone, because of him. Dr. Strange was the last one alive. Looking down at the empty compartment that used to hold the Time Stone, all he said was "You were supposed to die. Not the actual heroes. You failed us, Spider- Man...." Then Dr. Strange's eyes turned black. He then was torn apart by the forces around them. "Good job Spider- Man, you made my job a lot easier." The voice came from behind a gigantic boulder. "Who are you?", Peter stuttered. "You know me," all he could see was the golden gauntlet on the hand of a smiling titan.

Again he awoke to the dark vastness of his room. "Peter, I need to call Mr. Stark. This is two nightmares in one night." Karen said. "No Karen, you know he is going to put on his "I Care" face, and quite honestly I don't want to bother." He sighed, "I already killed him in my dream world. I'm not his son, he has his own family. Why should he care?" Karen, though an AI gave an audible sigh, "Sir, you should at least open the window." "What?" Peter questioned. "Agent Romanoff is at the window." He quickly jumped out the top bunk, and ran to turn on the lights. There on the outside of the apartment window, was Natasha Romanoff hanging on the window by a thread.

"сестра-паук!" He said. "What are you doing here?" "Open the damn window Parker!" She retaliated. "Oh right." Peter ran over to the window. He lifted up the window and shifted his hands to let her in. Natasha pulled on his hands and lifted herself in the small room. "Nice room, I see you got it updated. She said, "Also put on a shirt please, your 15, and I don't need to see that." He looked around for a shirt, "Sorry." As he pulled the shirt over his head, "Why are you here?" Karen then spoke up, "Sir, I alerted her when you started to scream in your dream. You have to talk to someone." Natasha looked at him, "You have PTSD? Peter why didn't you tell me? I could have come sooner! Is that why you called me?" Natasha came closer to get Peter to sit with her, "детский паук," she said as she comforted him. "When did this start?" Peter looked at his hands in his laps, "When I got back from the Soul Realm. They where little at first, then they grew. All of you die, and it's my fault. I can see every single one of you. Sometimes I just want to let go and let the dream consume me. Maybe it would finally be painless." Natasha looked at the youngest member of their team. "Peter, your not alone. Whatever happened on Titan was not your fault. Who else have you talked to?" Thinking of the people he has told Peter said, "Mr. Stark, and a therapist he signed me up for, that's it." Natasha suddenly was very angry at Tony Stark. "He told a counselor and not us! We could have helped! He does not reserve that right! Some thing could have happened to you! I could have helped you! I am going to kill him! Your like my little brother..." Natasha suddenly became widely embarrassed as she had just said that out loud. "It's okay, you are my older spider sister too, Natasha." Peter reconciled.

The two sat down on the bottom bunk together. "Peter, you know that you can call on me anytime, right?" She said. "I know," Peter said. "I just don't want to be a bother..." Natasha looked the young teen in the eyes, "You are no bother. Look," she got up to get a glow in the dark marker. "As long as you know that I'm here on this earth, you can always call or text or talk to me." Th fearsome Black Widow got the marker and drew a dot on his wrist. Then she connected eight lines to the dot. "We are spider siblings, I've always got your back. Got it?" He nodded as he drew a slightly bigger dot on her wrist, then he connected the eight little legs.

"Now get some sleep," Natasha said. Peter yawned and crawled up to the top bunk. "Good night сестра-паук, thank you," He yawned. "Good Night детский паук, call me if needed." She said. Natasha stayed until she could make sure that he was asleep. The Black Widow left Spider- Man asleep in his bed.

Natasha called up her favorite tattoo artist. "Hey Jereme, Do you have glow in the dark ink?" She pauses for his response. "Ok I've got a job for you."

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