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PETER PARKER

May's making tuna casserole, but I know she's going to burn it
So can we meet at the Chinese place across the street?

I stared at the phone in my hand, biting my lip. I didn't realize how long I had been at the tower, because once I got outside, it was already evening.

Typing a quick 'on my way!' into the message bar, I clicked off my phone and shoved it into my pocket.

I couldn't get that question out of my head: Peter or Bucky. It shouldn't have made me angry like that. But it did, and that made me feel out of control.

I told Happy not to drive me back home, because I needed time to myself. I also didn't want to risk lashing out again in the car. Maybe being alone was a good thing, after all.

As I hurried across the street, I noticed the area was surprisingly empty....and silent. For a city with bustling nightlife, this was definitely not usual. Zipping up my sweater, I shoved my hands in my pockets for slight comfort. Where was everyone?

As I kept my path, I realized there still wasn't anyone around. It was like all the streets had been blocked off, and I was the only one in the city. I hated this feeling.

Grabbing my phone out of my pocket, I dialed Peter's number, putting it up to my ear. He wasn't answering.

I was about to call again, until the sound of something rolling my way caught my attention. From a few paces across from me, a tiny round pin was tumbling down the street.

"What the hell?" I mumbled to myself, squinting my eyes to see closer.

Defying all physics, the pin rolled its way into the alley next door, and came to a stop at the very end. I ran after it, mostly in curiosity.

Bad decision.

The pin was exactly identical to the one I found in the Park. The red skull.

"Hydra," I whispered under my breath, "how the he-"

Before I could finish my sentence, a sound of screeching metal surrounded me, and I spun around. The alleyway gates started to close, blocking off my way of escape. Running towards them, I tried to pry them open. No luck.

What's going on?

Muttering a bunch of curses under my breath, I tried to climb my way over it. No luck again. This time I was panicking, my eyes unable to stay on one sight for more than a second.

From the end of the alley, the silhouette of a figure appeared, slowly approaching towards me.

"Who are you?" I spat out, my fingers clenched onto the gate, "stay away from me!"

They didn't answer, but instead let out a sickening laugh. I was trapped, with no one around to hear me.

"I've been watching you," the voice said, "for a while now."

As the figure got closer, I tried my best to pick up on as much as I could. They were tall, and their voice was deep, but I couldn't discern their figure from the dark shadows around us.

"S-stay away from me," I stuttered, backing away from the gate, "whoever you are, please, leave me alone!"

They didn't care about what I said. They just kept on laughing. I didn't recognize them at all, but yet they seemed to know who I was.

"This will all be over soon," they said, "listen closely."

And then it started.

"Longing," they began to chant, as if the words were already memorized into the back of their mind, "Rusted."

"Stop!" I pleaded, "you don't have the right to do this!"

"Seventeen."

"Leave me alone!"

"Daybreak."

I covered my ears, falling to the ground. I couldn't block out the noise. Even though I could barely hear them, the words were ringing in my head.

"Furnace."

Everything was slipping away.

"Nine."

"Stop!" I yelled again, as if they would listen. They didn't.

"Benign."

"Leave me alone!"

"Homecoming."

I was almost gone. Almost lost to the other side, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I had one last chance to save myself, but none of the pleas I yelled worked. It was best to just give in at this point, but I didn't want to. I didn't want to at all. I wanted someone to help me, I wanted someone to stop this before it took me.

And there was only one person I knew would help me.

But he was too far to ever hear me.

"One."

"PETER!" I yelled, the word just slipping out.

If there was one last thing I thought of before I left my sane mind, it would be the boy who brought me the most comfort.

The only one who stood up for me.

The only one who believed I could change.

Peter.

I'm sorry Peter.

Freight car