Chapter 17

Peter passed June the card made of thin cardboard paper. She opened it and smiled.

"Thanks, Peter but you shouldn't have given me anything. After what happened-" June paused for a moment but automatically continued. "The others aren't in the right headspace for anything like this right now."

Peter nodded. "I know June, but it isn't fair. Birthdays are supposed to be happy and you at least deserve that happiness." June frowned. That phrase seemed familiar. She shook it off as Deja Vu.

"Well, thanks anyways Peter." She turned around and began to leave when she paused. There was an odd echoing sound in the back of her head that sounded so real.

"June..." the sound seemed to make out. She shook it off and continued to walk out with Peter downstairs.

The main lounge, a big open area, with multiple couch circles and Loki and Bruce's chambers on the side with their open doors. It didn't seem right.

June's instincts crept in. She glanced from side to side, determined to protect Peter from whatever oddity she sensed. Unlike last time...June blinked in confusion. Her train of thought faltered. She glanced at Peter. He was looking infinitely at the empty space. There was moment of silence before June spoke.

"Where is everyone?" she asked.

Peter shrugged. "I don't know," he stated.

The buzz in June's head was getting louder. She ignored it an peered into Bruce's chamber. It was empty. He doesn't normally leave it, especially after...

June abruptly turned around. The buzzing stopped. The silence without the white noise was deafening.

"Peter, somethings wrong," she turned to him. His back was facing her. "Peter?"

He slowly turned around. As he did, June muffled a gasp. The white buzzing noise entered her mind again, louder than ever.

HIs face was horribly burnt. The parts that weren't all flaky and full of scabs, was pink and blotches of blood was decorated all over his face. Bits of red cloth was visible all over his arms and face, melted into his skin.

The edges of his mouth were etched open, like he clawed it open, his lips covered in red, both blood and his spider-suit.

"Yes June? You were asking for me?" He smiled, but without the sweetness.

Before June could even mutter his name, he thrusted out a knife, June's switchblade, towards her chest. Her reflexes came out before her scream.

...SceneChange...

Bucky returned to the couch, where Natasha had already stabbed the puzzle with a small knife.

"Better hide that before Fury confiscates it." Bucky warned as he sat down next to her again.

He looked up at June as she dropped the bottle of coffee onto the ground. There were some moments for he realised the familiar purple mist rising under her fingers.

"Nat," he called, touching Natasha's shoulder. She looked up, and when she saw what was happening, she stood up.

"Tony!" she yelled. Footsteps came over. "Look,"

Tony tried to shake June awake. "June!" her eyes opened, but they were glowing, with more intense and thicker mist flowing out. Tony waved his hand over her eyes but she didn't move.

"June, wake up!" The others began to realize something was up and came over to see what was happening. They were talking all at once.

Tony stepped back as June suddenly sat up, blood began streaming from her arm.

"Are you alright? What happened?" Tony ask franticly. He motioned for Thor to get the medical bag.

June was gasping and clutching her head. "He stabbed me..."

"Who did?" Bucky asked calmly as he could, as he was fiddling with the knife that was on the puzzle Natasha was working on. He snatched it when he saw the purple mist.

June tried to speak again, she strained her vocals but nothing came out. Fright for some reason consumed every cell in her body, swelling them with terror. With every second she practically felt the rise of her blood pressure, but she knew that this was the least of her worries.

"Who did? How?" Thor growled.

June shook her head, sweat pouring down her face as she was shaking. "Peter did,"

...SceneChange...

I was escorted here in a wheelchair. I don't think I've ever been in one before. I still don't remember much, but the nice man who brought me here said that I would recover it soon enough.

The room I was brought to was very white, and had mirrors on the walls. The man, who I think is a doctor, stood in front of me.

"Stand up." he said. I suddenly realise I couldn't. I didn't realise it before. Everything before didn't feel like anything, like in a dream when you don't have a sense of confirmation.

The feeling in my legs were gone. It felt numb, but like an absence numb. "I can't." I finally say.

"Yes you can," the doctor said kindly.

I nodded and gripped my hands on the arm rests on the wheelchair and heaved myself up. I forced every nerve in my body to push my leg forward. It did.

I continued to do this until I had subconsciously did a whole lap of the small room. I only realised I finished when I did.

"Oh."

That was yesterday. I think. The doctor said my perception of time was still a little funny. Apparently the accident was very bad. They said that they don't know what happened, but I do, which is why they need my memory to come back. Apparently they need to confirm something, about an experiment accident gone right.

I don't know what that means. But the food here is good.

I blinked and realised I was in the hospital room again. Oh. There was a bright fluorescent light above and around my head. I heard a machine run.

I blinked again but this time I felt myself falling.

...SceneChange...

I passed June the card made of thin cardboard paper. She opened it and smiled.

"Thanks, Peter but you shouldn't have given me anything. After what happened-" June paused but continued. "The others aren't in the right headspace for anything like this right now."

I nodded. "I know June, but it isn't fair. Birthdays are supposed to be happy and you at least deserve that happiness." June frowned. I blinked. I wasn't feeling right. The word 'Peter' echoed in my mind.

"Well, thanks anyways Peter." She turned around and began to leave when she paused. I frowned. this place seemed familiar. I felt sorrow.

She suddenly found her self walk, and I suddenly found my self following her.

She led me downstairs. This new place, it felt slightly less uncomfortable. I couldn't place my finger on it. I wanted to scream something but I didn't know what. The words where there, but I couldn't make it out.

June began glancing around. Was she looking for something? I felt uneasy. Like millions of ants were crawling up my body. Where was everyone?

"Where is everyone?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know," I didn't.

She glanced into a room. There was a containment chamber inside. Was she going to put me there? When no one was here to see her do it? I panicked.

The feeling in my arms spread to my legs. I glanced down and saw bright red flesh instead of my pale arms. I stepped back as the raw meat with patched of blue and red engulfed my normally being.

"Peter, somethings wrong," I heard the girl say. "Peter?"

I slowly turned around. As I did, I heard her gasp. She was going to put me, a monster, into that glass prison.

I tried to move but it hurt all over.

"Yes June? You were asking for me?" I smiled, but it hurt more.

Before June could answer, I felt anger, like all the lack of emotion I felt was all pushed into one movement. I felt something in my grip so I pushed it into her.

.I heard her scream when my vision was covered by thick purple mist.

Chapter 18

June lay on the bed. Her hands were folded over her flat stomach. She was in the Medical Bay in the Facility. Shuri had come back and had fixed up her arm before any serious effects took place.

Shuri, Tony, Natasha, Nick Fury and Bucky came in so they could get answers but she didn't speak. They had left a few minutes ago to discuss the event.

June replayed the scenes in her head. Peter voice was just echoing itself in her head, like as if a heart of beating next to her.

She shut her eyes tightly and tried to black out. The purple mist reappeared, not for the first time since the incident. It hovered over her body and crawled up her arms and down her legs. She was muttering the words that were repeating in her head.

The door slid open as Nick Fury, Tony and Shuri entered. When they realised what was happening Shuri rushed to the monitors and tried to regulate her brain electrical patterns while Tony tried to wake her up.

"Kid, June open your eyes!" he called frantically. It was the third time and all three times she fell unconscious after. June's eyes snapped open but she didn't react. The mist dissolved.

Tony sighed as he stood straighter.

Shuri walked over with a tablet un her hands. "Look, June, you need to tell us what you experience, or what you see when you are in one of these phases. At least what happened on the couch."

June turned her head slowly towards them. Tony adjusted the bed so she was sitting up. "When you sleep, and you feel as if you're falling, about to fall of the bed, but you're not, you're just laying in the middle. But nonetheless, you still wake up in shock.

It's like that, but the opposite. I feel as if I'm falling, everything is intense like a panic attack and then just like when you snap awake, but instead my eyes shut and I find myself in..." She paused and shook her head. "I don't know. I just see him."

"Peter? You reckon it could be PTSD or something because of his...death," Shuri faltered but continued to ask Fury. "Didn't you say she said his name after she was somehow cut?"

"No." June answered before Tony did. "I saw him, Peter. It felt so real. Like a dream, but my memories were intact, like I was conscious, but every time it came to the subject of his death, time seemed to slow, and I would just continue as if it never happened.

"'...be happy and you at least deserve that happiness.' he said that when he gave me a birthday present. That phrase seemed so familiar, but I can't remember when I heard it." June tried to explain.

Fury frowned. "I said that to Hill, when I assigned her the task to find a therapist for the others. But you, and no one else heard that."

June thought for a moment and continued. "Maybe it's to do with my memory thing. I don't know. But then I found myself walking down to the main lunge, but everything was empty. I then felt something wasn't right, but when I asked Peter where everyone was, he turned around and...he..."

"What'd he do?" Tony asked, fiddling with the tablet Shuri passed to him.

June's eyes flickered with a flash of purple as she seemed dazed.

"June?"

She blinked sharply as she was brought back to this moment. "He...was burnt. Horribly, his skin was all flaky and red, bleeding, his mouth..." she didn't continue speaking. Tony turned to Shuri and began whispering suggestions to what was happening.

They both turned away to continue their conversation and Fury opened the door and let Bucky come in as he left.

"Hey, how's it going?" he asked, sitting on the end of the bed.

June didn't answer. Bucky placed his hand on her shin. "Look, you've been strong about Peter for weeks, it's perfect alright that your breakdown came now."

June shook her head. "You're a horrible therapist." she chuckled, hiding a smile. "It's not that. I think it's related to my powers, I got hurt. He tried to hurt me, and he did. It wasn't a nightmare."

Bucky nodded. "Yea okay, that part doesn't make sense. I'm sure Shuri'll figure it out."

June pursed her lips together. "Maybe."

...SceneChange...

I fumbled about. The dream I had was weird, but the doctor said he was coming in to ask about it.

I lay in my bed and looked at my skin. The dream had been so real, I could still feel the fresh open flesh if I thought hard enough.

The door creaked open. The doctor came in and sat next to me.

He began to talk. "So, what happened in your 'dream'?" he asked.

I was excited. When he left earlier, he said I had done wonderfully in the experiment. I didn't know what that meant, but it sounded like he was proud.

I began to tell him it all. I told him about the girl, whom I'd forgotten the name of, the gift, the glass prison like thing and about my skin and the knife.

He seemed impressed. "That's nice. Did it feel real?" I nodded. "Good, very good." he muttered.

Good? I smiled. I like making him proud. He wrote somethings down and looked back up at me.

"So, since you did so well this time, we're going to put you in the machine again, but this time we'll prepare you."

"Machine? Prepare me?" I echoed.

"Yes, the machine we put you will give you those 'dreams' and you'll do some specific things in them for us? Okay? Don't you want to make us proud Peter?" The doctor said me name. At least I think that's what it is. That girl called me that.

"Okay." I agreed. I want to make him proud, like I did before my accident. I wonder what my accident was..