Talons of the Bird || Spiderman Fan Fiction

Chapter 15

Emily found herself in a black hallway, with small freckles of light peaking through the ceiling tiles. The air around her felt light as if she was under some sort of influence. She looked down at her hands to see they were bitch black. And behind her hands, she could see her favorite white combat boots, but they weren't white. They were black. Their colors had been inverted. Her colors were inverted. She looked like a negative photograph. She heard a noise in front of her, causing her to look up to see Spiderman in front of her. He still looked the same, not inverted in any way, still his usual red and blue with the webbed design spanning across his chest. Without thinking, as if she had no control, she threw her arms forward, bringing a cascade of small rocks down on him. He pulled his arms up to shelter himself. "Where the fuck were you?!" She heard her own voice yell as she hurled another round of rocks at him, unwillingly. "She's dead because of you!" She felt a gust of wind as she looked over her shoulder to see two large mechanical wings open up to their full span, before pushing all the air from behind her, launching her forward towards Spiderman. She tried to yell before she hurt him but she couldn't even hear her own voice. She was now kneeling over him, with her wings pinning him down by the arms. "You killed her!" Her voice screamed this time as if it was in severe pain. The sharp sound made her wince inside. Before she knew it, she had reached down to rip off his mask. She looked down to see a beaten and bloody Peter below her. She was screaming internally, hoping to regain control and caress his face and apologize for hurting him, but she couldn't, no matter how hard she tried.

Suddenly it felt like time hand slowed down, as her wings arched backward, releasing him from the ground, but they hard sharp daggers protruding from them. Just as they struck down with incredible speed, she jolted up from her bed. She was covered in sweat and was panting quickly as if she had been running for her life. She looked around her, only to see Peter's room left soaked in the darkness of the night. She squinted through the room towards Peter, only to see him sleeping peacefully in bed, unharmed. The breathed a deep sigh of relief, praising that it was only a bad dream. She then looked towards his wardrobe, as if she was drawn to it. She got out of her bed on slowly approached the wardrobe at the other end of the room. She couldn't explain why she felt so drawn, it just felt as though she knew she would find something in there. She clutched the door handle and slowly opened the wardrobe, only just about seeing the contents inside with the moonlight pouring in through the window. she rummaged through the billions of shirts and jackets Peter had in there before she saw a familiar outfit. The took the hanger off the rail and brought it towards her. With a closer inspection, she would recognize this suit from anywhere. It was Spiderman's suit. She had a million emotions rush through her in one second, but a pounding headache suddenly took a hold of her. She reached for her head with one hand, while still clutching the suit in the other as she dropped to the floor with a wince.

Peter stirred awake to the sound of a wince, look out towards Emily's bed, only to see she wasn't there. He sat upright and scanned the room, looking for her, to be met with a faint pair of white eyes looking back at him. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, the white eyes faded back into dark brown ones, and he could see Emily squatting on the floor with a hand on her head and her other hand holding his suit. He jumped out of bed and rushed to her on the floor, clutching her face. "You were Spiderman this whole time?" She asked with a quaky voice, tears could be seen sparkling in her eyes. He gave a deep breath before replying. "Are you okay?" He had a clear expression of concern on his face. "I nearly killed you, didn't I?" She asked, voice cracking. "Well you put up a good fight, that's for sure," Peter joked, trying to lighten the atmosphere. Emily's expression didn't shift. "Did you remember?" He asked with a serious tone again. She choked on her tears, nodding. "Yeah, I remember the fight, but nothing else, yet," She said quietly to him. It was quite rare for anyone to see her like this, so vulnerable. "Listen, I know that wasn't you. I know you blamed me for what happened to your mom, but I trust you, okay?" He placed his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes, resting his forehead on hers. She sniffled and nodded. "I don't blame you, I was just angry. Everything makes more sense now," She looked back at him, wiping her tears away with the small blanket draped over her shoulders. "I had a really horrible dream, Pete..." She mumbled. Peter had a feeling she didn't want to talk about it, and whatever it was, it was probably about her possession. "It's okay, Em. Do you want to stay awake for a while?" He asked, rubbing her shoulder. She nodded in reply. They spent the rest of the night swapping stories of growing up and moving houses. Peter told her about how he started working at Stark Industries, and Emily told him stories of all the different people she had met as she moved house, and how she learned to use her powers. She was very much looking forward to working with Mr. Stark over the weekend on finding her father. Maybe this would provide her an opportunity to work with the other avengers and train with them, learning to fight and help save the world, one person at a time.