Tony Stark saved the Universe. Heartbroken, delivered to himself and traumatized by Thanos, Peter will have to rebuild himself. He decides to drop his costume to devote himself entirely to high school and his future. But what he does not know is tha...
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Peter's P.O.V🕷
As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw her again... this young woman, in a white lace dress, falling just above her knees. It was not the first time she appeared in my dreams. Her long red hair almost pulling on the rose waltzed with each stride, at random on her back. Seeming to want to escape something, she ran at full speed. The clouds threatened to pour her a most violent rain. The earth trembled under every step. I was in the middle of this scene. I was in a field, unable to move: as if my feet were rooted in the very heart of the Earth. I was just a spectator, deprived of all movements. A roar above my head reasoned and soon I could finally see her face. My heart raced and I noticed blood dripping from her left arch. Her swollen, bruised lips trembled as she continued to run. My wish was to help this stranger, I wanted to rush to her and protect her but...
"Peter?"
Opening my eyes suddenly, I straightened up at once under the effect of surprise. My heart beating fast, I discovered Aunt May standing in front of me, her big black glasses eating half of her head. I stopped for a moment on her face, she seemed upset. I rubbed my eyes before shaking my head slightly, slowly regaining my composure. I quickly glanced at my alarm clock, nine to ten. Quickly, I made the link and I understood why Aunt May was doing this head there.
"I'm sorry May, really sorry! I hurry!"
"You will still be late for school, Peter!" She declared, her arms crossed over her chest. "You only have ten minutes left!"
I walked to my closet as she left my room, closing the door gently behind her. I immediately put on jeans and a t-shirt and my favorite converses. While searching for a jacket, I suddenly thought about the dreams I had just made. Yet the same. And nothing had changed. Each time, there was always the same choice... when the young woman could see my presence, I was always interrupted. It's like I have to move on. But after all, it was only a dream.
I glanced out the window to assess the weather. It was raining. I put the hood on my head when I left my room.
"See you tonight!" I exclaimed.
I was walking towards Aunt May in the living room, who was tying his long brown hair in a bun high over his head.
"You pay attention to you because tonight I'm taking you to dinner at the restaurant, I have something important to tell you."
She was looking at me over her round glasses. I knew that head only too well and I was almost sure I knew what she wanted to talk to me about. Surely she wanted me to discuss my powers and Mr. Stark.
"I'll be there without fail." I said, heading for the front door.
"Have a nice day, Peter!" She smiled.
I took my backpack, gently sliding it over my shoulder and leaving the apartment. I was walking under a sky almost black, fortunately I did not live very far from high school. I barely passed the gates when the rain poured hate over New York.
"Oh Peter, you're finally here!" Ned exclaimed, joining me immediately. "I thought you would not come!"
"I woke up late." I said, rubbing my eyes. "What did I miss?"
"For the moment nothing very interesting, there is just..."
"Hi losers!" Michelle exclaims, standing next to me.
I greeted her with a wave of my hand. She liked to call us the losers, she said it was friendly. Michelle did not have many friends except Ned, Betty and me.
"A new outfit?" Said Ned softly.
Michelle seemed happy that someone noticed that she had actually made the effort to put on a skirt. She offered Ned her best smile.
"Yes." She said.
"It's for what occasion?"
"You are not aware? There is a rally in fifteen minutes."
"Apparently the director has an announcement for us." She said in a funny voice.
I looked away. It was not unusual for him to bring us all together to give us a good moral lesson. But to be honest, that morning, I didn't care. All I wanted was answers to my dream of that night. I wanted only one thing: to finally find the identity of this mysterious woman who visited me in my dreams.
"Dude, are you listening to me?" Ned asked, gently putting his hand on my shoulder.
I went out of my thoughts. I turned to him completely when Michelle greeted a newcomer, it was Betty. I used this opportunity to grab Ned by the arm and put us a little further away.
"Listen Ned..." I said. "I have a problem. Do you remember the dream I told you about a month ago?"
"Yes, of course!" He agreed. "The one with the weird girl?"
I rolled my eyes. He was grimacing.
"Sorry man."
"She's nothing weird about this woman!" I breathed, slightly annoyed by his remark. "She's just trying to escape something that terrifies her."
"Peter, your dream is weird, there's nothing mean about what I'm saying. I'm just saying that it's strange to make this dream many times without you knowing more about it in the end."
"So you believe me when I tell you that I'm sure she exists?"
"Peter! You are my best friend of course that I believe you! I remind you for information that I am the guy in the chair!"
I was smiling. I am really lucky to have Ned in my life. I do not know what I do without him. For a long time, everyone I loved was constantly abandoning me. I ended up believing that I was bringing bad luck to the people I loved. Immediately, a noise sounds. I raised my head before tense.
