Secrets ↠ Peter Parker

20

(PETER POV)

Something in the way you love me.

I flicked a peice of salt off of the restaurant table, watching it tumble to the tiled floors. Bobby Darin music was blasting over the speakers, an artist I never had much liking too.

"You haven't eaten," Adaki said, pushing my plate in front of me, "it's not healthy to starve."

I looked up at the girl, who sent me a soft smile in the hopes of getting me to speak. I met Adaki a couple days ago, a few hours after Y/N left, and she's been taking care of me. Shuri hasn't been present much; T'challa sent her off to some other tribe to make negotiations.

"I'm not hungry," I mumbled, glaring at the bowl of pasta in front of me.

"You haven't eaten since last night. It's been 11 hours, Peter."

I shook my head, pushing the bowl away from me. Last night I had a horrible dream, and it won't get out of my head. Adaki tried taking me to some therapist, but I couldn't even listen to them. The only thing ringing in my head was the piercing scream of her voice.

Peter.

Y/N's voice.

I thought I'd enjoy living here in Wakanda, but I've hated every moment since she left. I stared at the table once more, my eyes drilling into the cracks. She won't stop yelling my name. I can hear it in the back of my head, even with the roar of the drowned city.

"You need to go back to your room," Adaki said, standing up and reaching out a hand, "you seem stressed."

I didn't say anything, but took her palm and followed her out of the restaurant. As we were passing by the corner stores and shops, I caught a glimpse of myself in the window's reflection. I hadn't cut my hair for weeks, so it was long and unruly, running almost to the middle of my neck. The bags under my eyes were purple and more visible than ever, and my shoulders were hunched over in exhaustion.

"Call me if you're leaving," the girl said, pushing open the door to my room, "I don't want you wandering the city alone in this state."

I let a sound escape my lips, inaudible but still getting the message through. I wasn't planning on leaving this room at anytime. I heard the door shut behind me, and I tossed myself onto the bed.

I felt horrible.

I was horrible.

****

Peter.

Suddenly I was back inside the casm of my dreams.

I'm here.

The walls around my vision were pitch black. It was almost like I was floating in the empty abyss of space. At the far end of my gaze was a small figure, reaching out a hand towards me.

Come here, Peter.

I would recognize her anywhere.

Did you miss me?

Of course I missed her. I didn't know missing someone this much was even possible. She was on my mind every second of the day, every moment I was asleep.

Someone's coming.

Who?

It was the second time I've relieved this dream, and I still can't figure out who she's talking about.

He's here, Peter.

I felt a pit form in my stomach, and I watched her start to fade. I started to run, hoping to finally catch her this time, but I still knew I was too far off. The sound of my footsteps rang out in the dark cave, making my head hurt.

He's been waiting for me.

I yelled her name out, my throat straining. She was almost gone.

Peter.

And then it came. That piercing scream. She was nowhere to be found, and soon her voice disappeared into a heartbreaking silence. I was all alone in my dream.

Even though it felt more like a nightmare.

******

I sat up from my bed, drenched in cold sweat. The moonlight streaming through my window was enough to tell me how late it was. I groaned, wiping my forehead with the back of my hand. My body felt heavy, filled with a sea of guilt and confusion.

I rolled out from on top of the mattress, and rubbed my eyes slowly.

Someone's coming.

Last night, I couldn't stop thinking about the scream. But this time, all I could think about was what she said. Who was coming? She seemed scared, but I didn't know where she was.

I made my way towards the window, and pushed back the curtains. The city wasn't sleeping in the least, people still bustling about in the streets below, but something caught my eye.

Or someone.

A dark figure passed seamlessly through the crowd, like a fish swimming upstream. A cape billowed behind him, and the glint of his sunglasses was bright enough to blind me. 

"Oh my god," I muttered, my arms shaking with panic.

The man smirked, before disappearing into the night.

He's here.