THE FIRST TIME that I awoke, the first thing that I heard was the sound of incessant beeping. Slowly, but all too quickly, the rest of my senses came back to me. First, was my hearing, swishing into my ears like molasses, was the beeping, and gradually with the rest of the sounds flooding my ears like a tidal wave. Following my sense of hearing, came touch; the attack of pain hit me all at once, and it was so unbearable that my body felt almost, numb, to it. Then, without any warning, my vision, taste, and smell came tumbling into my body--knocking the little air I had managed to gulp down out of me with how fast they slammed into my cerebrum. An onslaught of smells; beef, flowers, hospitals--sights; the white ceiling that launched a barrage of assaults on my eyes, closing in on near-blindness--tastes; the bitterness of what had to be medicine, feeling the dryness in my mouth--invaded my senses and overwhelmed me enough to nearly make me spew my insides.
I started hyperventilating before I knew what was happening. The beeping of my heart monitor increasing in vast amounts each time I greedily sucked in a breath of the oxygen that I so desperately needed, yet seemed to be choking me of its necessity. My chest rose and fell in a jagged sequence, jerkily moving because I just couldn't get enough air. The world started to go black, engulfing my vision in a sea of obsidian before my already sensitive ears picked up the heavy footfalls of people--pain spiking in my aching head--hearing the people grow closer and closer, as if running towards something. Most likely myself. Nevertheless, the sea of black consumed me whole before I could see who they were, much less make sense of my current predicament.
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The second, and last time I awoke in the strange, unfamiliar hospital bed, everything was dark and I nearly assumed that I was still asleep--only, dreaming in a world of stark darkness. This wasn't the case, however, for the simple reason being as soon as I started to breathe differently than when asleep, whoever was sitting next to me moved to start an interrogation of myself. I did not have the time to orient myself whatsoever before I was hit with a torrent of questions that I could not even begin to answer, lest I put the lives of hundreds of people, as well as my loved ones, in danger.
"Spider-Boy! Glad to see you're alive and kickin'. Especially after waking up here, in an unfamiliar environment, at that." He paused after his outburst, seemingly to mull over something. Or, maybe to allow me to collect myself, before he started again. "Altough, we need to get down to business. You already know who I am, so no need for introductions, but I still have obligations to, attend. One of which includes figuring out your identity. Now, I'm going to ask you some questions, which will go splendidly if you cooperate and don't kick up a fuss, yeah?
"At this point, I know this will seem shocking to you, hell, I'd be if I woke up in a strange place that I knew nothing about, considering, but that's not important right now. The point, is that you don't need to answer that first question, no matter how indirect it was, because we already know the answer to that--your wound was pretty bad kid--but we had to remove your mask in order to," he raises his fingers and air-quotes his next word, "treat, your head-wound. Besides, after a little bit of research into your life and whatnot when we removed your mask, the others sent me to interrogate you. Apparently I'm a familiar face that would ease you in to everything, but, whatever. It's their own damn fault if that's not the case, probably is, but anyway, is there anything you'd like to ask before I get started?"
He paused once more, as if just noticing that I wasn't following along as he spoke. "That is, if you were even listening to me. After all, I'm surprised you even wound up in here in the first place, I'm curious about that. Very uncharacteristic of you. 'Cause I know for a fact, that you would never be stupid enough to get hurt so sufficiently that we had to bring you in, you're better than that. Which brings me to my conclusion." He said it as if his thought process were easy to follow, as though I knew exactly what was going on in his head. "You were caught off guard, weren't you? I've studied your patterns for a while now, so don't lie to me. It's become very clear that you don't want your identity revealed, the question is why? And to what lengths you'd go to in order to keep it that way. I may have researched you, but I couldn't find anything sufficient. That's why we have to do this the hard way, because either you, or someone close to you is a tech wiz. and managed to keep me out." The man that I could now clearly--seeing as my eyes were having trouble adjusting to the bright lights (I'd have to fix that soon)--seewas Tony Stark, and he was wasting no time trying to figure out my depressing, although he didn't know that, backstory. He wasted no time trying to figure out why I got hurt in the first place. "Hello? Peter?" He waved a hand in front of my face before mumbling out a simple, "Maybe I did overload him too soon."
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Spider-Man: A Divided Heart
Fiksi PenggemarWhen the love of his life dies, Peter Parker doesn't know what to do with himself. He blames himself for her death from the get-go, and months afterward, he seems to become an entirely different person. Delving himself into school work, and stopping...
