The Fire Over My Eyes

Chp 9 - Lets talk

(A/N: Woah another update? Crazy shit.)

(Bold – the memory

Italics – thoughts outside of the memory

Italics and bold – Leo narrating his memories

Underline – subtitles

'Bold, italics and with the quotation marks – Leo's thoughts inside the memory).

Peter's POV

I exhaled deeply and smiled at the screen. Thank God he got away from that house, I was afraid that he was going to be killed as well. I know I don't know Leo, but I find myself drawn and intrigued by his story. I mean having the Greek Goddess, Hera as your aunt. I knew Norse Gods existed so I don't know why I don't think that the Greek didn't- Wait that means there are Roman gods too, right?

The next memory started to play and I shook my head focusing on the screen.

Leo shivered as he walked through the streets of a dead town. No one was out but that was understandable since it was about 12 in the morning. He had been walking for almost two days non-stop and by now the hunger and fatigue were starting to get to him.

Blinking to keep himself awake the 8-year-old child sunk into an alley and leaned against the wall. The coolness of the bricks felt soothing against his back as he reached up stretching.

There was a smash to the left of Leo, jolting he looked deeper into the alley to see a boney old man creep out of the shadows.

"Jesus Christ!" Exclaimed Mr. Hawkeye.

He was fidgeting and scratching his arms, his teeth were yellow and seemed to glow in the dark.

"He is defiantly on drugs," Stated Dr. Banner matter-o-factly.

"How would you know that Man of Green?" Asked Mr. Thor with a tilted head.

"One of the side effects of using the drug called Methamphetamine is scratching yourself because you feel like something is constantly moving under your skin-" Halfway through Dr. Banner's explanation, Mr. Stark threw a pillow at his face.

"Shhhh!"

He eyed Leo with a filthy look in his eyes, "Hey kid, you got anything on you?"

Shaking his head rapidly, Leo pressed himself further against the wall. See this the man's gaze became primitive and in a matter of seconds, the man lunged forward and gripped Leo's neck.

"What the fuck?!" Pietro furrowed his eyebrows and watched the screen intently.

Gasping for air Leo kneed the man in the groin. The man yelped and let go of Leo who ducked between his legs and tried to crawl away.

He got to the other side of the alley before he felt the man tug on his leg. Swallowing his scream the elf kicked the man in the face.

"Oof." I mumbled to myself as Mr. America looked at me questionably.

Heh boomer, I snickered to myself, Wait is he a great-boomer?

"AHH! You bitch! You probably broke my nose!" Screeching the man glared and kept advancing forward.

Leo pressed his back against the wall feeling around the ground next to him gripping something in his hand and once the man was in front of him he thrusted the object forward.

Leo squeezed his eyes shut and panted slowly opening them only to gag in disgust.

The thing that Leo had grabbed was a broken bottle that looked like it once held wine in it. The jagged bottom of the bottle was lodged into the left side of the man's chest.

"Oh no." Said, Miss. Natasha and Mr. Bucky made a noise in agreement with her,

Steve looked at the screen with sympathy as did Da- Mr. Stark.

Gasping the druggo fell to his knees and leaned forward, Leo scampered out of the way before the man could land on him. Gapping at what he just did, he felt hot liquid cascade down his cheeks.

He was crying.

This had been the first time Leo had cried since the day at the hospital.

The worst part was that he didn't know why he was crying. Was it for the person he just killed? Or for himself?

'[Pathetic]'

"What was that?" I asked blinking at the new voice.

Jolting Leo wiped his eyes and looked around, "H-hello?"

'[God you are stupid]'

There it was again.

"Probably the boys consciences," replied Mr. Loki checking his nails.

"W-who are you?" asked Leo shakily.

'[I am your consciences idiot. I am legit talking to you through your head.]' Sassed the voice.

"So he is talking to himself? Isnt that a bit..." started Pietro

"Crazy?" finished Mr. Stark

"Actually no it is common in stressful situations for people to talk to themselves to relieve some of the stress and worry. So in this instance it is not crazy- Pretty normal." Answered Dr. Banner.

"O-oh."

'[Look at you crying for yourself, that person deserved it. Better him then you right?]'

"N-no he deserved to live-"

'[To do what? Snort some more cocaine?]'

Leo flinched at the tone of the voice, 'That is true... This guy might be right.'

'[Of course, I am]'

'W-what you can hear me?'

'[Leo I am your consciences, I live in your head]'

I smiled a bit.

'Oh right,' Leo flushed in embarrassment.

'[Now instead of mopping around in this alley. Check his pockets]'

'What no! I already killed him- I shouldn't go through his stuff'

'[Leo, buddy if you don't some other homeless will.]'

Gulping Leo shuffled over to the dead body of the crackhead that was attacking him mere moments ago and reached out searching for what he had on his person.

"Poor kid." Mr. Fury said with a tiny creep of sadness in his voice.

The man had a total of two dollars, a pocket knife and a small bag filled with some white powder.

'[Okay now go to sleep]'

'W-what? How am I meant to sleep after that?'

'[Oh I don't know. Lay down, close your eyes and then relax?]'

Leo shook his head and sobbed a bit, 'Please let's just talk.'

There was a moment of silence.

'[Okay then, let's talk.]'

Little did I know that this voice wasn't the friend it claimed to be.