Peter smiled to himself as he laid on his bed texting Samantha. It had been a week now since she was released from the hospital and even though she was allowed to do exercises with the Avengers she wasn't allowed to do combat training for another two weeks. Now she had woken up from a nightmare and was begging him to come to her room.
'I'll be there in five minutes. Hang tight.' He texted her then got out of bed.
He wore a plain grey t-shirt and then a pair of Wing Girl pajama pants he had found and originally bought for her but she refused to wear them.
He pushed his fingers through his messy hair then rubbed his eyes as he walked down the dimmed hallways of the living quarters. It was weird being out in the hallways at night. Sure he had snuck out before but usually he used the air ducts where no one could find him.
When he turned a corner that would give him a straight shot to Samantha's room he stopped dead in his tracks. Leaning against a wall was a young girl who's hair cascaded around her face to where he couldn't see any of her facial features. She wore a slim, black dress that pooled around on the floor behind her feet. He couldn't help but notice how revealing the dress was in her chest area and he forced himself to look at her hidden face.
"Excuse me, can I help you?" He asked after clearing his throat.
"Peter Parker," she spoke in a chillingly familiar voice, "What an honor to finally be able to meet you." She lifted her head and turned it towards him, a soft smile tugging the corners of her lips.
Peter took several steps back when he finally saw her face, Samantha's face. Everything was identical to hers except for the eyes, instead of amber the eyes of this girl were a deep shade of violet.
"Don't look alarmed Peter I-"
"Who are you?" He demanded.
"Oh how rude of me," she said lightly then pushed off of the wall and walked over to him. "My name is Morgan Winchester, the supposedly still born child of Shekinah the archangel and sister to the oh so infamous Samantha Kansas Winchester." With each syllable of Samantha's name her eyes glowed brighter from rage and memories of pain.
He backed away from her and aimed his wrists at her "Stay where you are."he growled.
She raised her hand and sent him flying back into the wall. He tried to fight the invisible force but all his efforts were in vain.
She smirked as she stroked over to him. "Don't even try Peter Parker." She said in a sweet voice. She reached up and ran her index finger down his chest and abdominal before she reached his pants and fiddled with the draw strings.
He glared at her when she did then spit in her face.
She stopped when she was doing and reached up with her perfectly manicured fingers to wipe off the spit. "That was incredibly rude of you." She said then swiped her cat like nails over his cheek, leaving bloody lines across his skin. "But two can play at that game."
She snapped her fingers and both of them disappeared from the helicarrier as if they had never even existed.
Samantha sighed when Peter never came to her room. "Day can you smell him?"
She sniffed the hair and sneezed 'No.'
She swung her feet out from under the covers and stood up. When she opened the door she cried as she saw a hole in the wall down the hallway that was the same height as Peter.
"Peter!"
