Not Her Mission

Phase 31

Peter's point of view

I stayed by Poppy's side for who knows how long.

I guess I fell asleep while still holding her hand.

When I woke up there was a blanket around my shoulders and sunlight started to pour out of the little cracks in the curtains that draped over the window behind me.

I heard the door click behind me. I turned to look at the noise.

Mr. Stark walked into the room.

"Peter, how are you doing?"

"I'm... " I started to say. I couldnt think about anything other than Poppy.

"I'm as good as I can be." I answered.

"I know you dont want to, but we need to identify her," Mr. Stark placed a hand on my shoulder.

"No," I flatly said.

"Peter w-" Mr. Stark started.

"No. We aren't taking her mask off," I stated.

"We need to know who she is. She's a threat."

"A threat? How could she be a threat? After all she's done for us? How could you say that?"

"We know nothing about her. We don't know anything about her intentions."

"She's saved my life countless times. She's fought the baddest of the bad. She's locked up some of the worst criminals and you say you dont know her intentions? With all due respect, Mr. Stark, you're insane if you think she's a threat." I said.

Just then, I heard rustling bedsheets. My eyes darted to Poppy. She started to move and open her eyes.

"Poppy!"

"Peter?... Stark?... where am I?" She asked.

"The Tower. How are you feeling?" Mr. Stark asked.

"A little out of it and my my stomach is really sore but otherwise... okay."

I let out a sigh of relief. She turned and looked at me with those (e/c) eyes.

"What happened, Peter? I dont remember anything after we saw the guy" She asked.

"We ducked down behind the ledge... and... and I knocked over a rock. It fell and hit a dumpster with a loud bang... they heard and attacked... bullets-bullets rained down upon us. You tried to save us with a vine dome but..." my eyes filled with tears.

"But one got through and hit you. Mr. Stark came and saved us. We caught the guy but Poppy I'm so sorry. I feel awful. It's all my fault. If I hadnt pressured you into come none of this would have happened. I'm so sorry." Tears streamed down my cheeks.

Poppy started to laugh. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Peter, it's okay. I dont blame you,"she said.

"You-you dont?" I questioned.

Why didnt she blame me? I sure did.

"Peter, it comes with the job. It's not your fault that I got shot. It's the gunman's fault. Dont beat yourself up about it."

I threw myself into her to hug her.

"I'm still sorry" I said.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I need to know who I should contact, Poppy," Mr. Stark said.

"You dont need to contact anyone. I'll be fine." Poppy answered.

"Actually, I do. We need to keep you here for a while," He replied, "We found some anomalies in your bloodwork."

"Why'd you take blood?" I asked.

"Its company policy. We have to take blood and run tests for our files for each of our employees. That includes Heroes we work with," he answered.

"Your bloodwork shows synthetic chromosomes and cells. Do you know anything about that?"

I turned to look at Poppy. Her face was stone cold. Her eyes piercing.

"So you really did forget, huh?" She asked full of anger.

"Forget what?" Mr. Stark asked, what are you talking about?"

"You really dont remember what you did, dad? I'm hurt," Poppy replied.

My eyes went wide.

"Dad?"

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