Tossing and turning as you slept uneasily. A cold sweat over took you, the dream your mind was having was causing you pain if you could call it a dream. Hearing voices and cries of that sounded like dead echos, faces oh the familiar faces that you seem to know but for some reason didn't. It was a like some sort of nightmare, running. Just running you felt yourself running, lost and twisted. Unsure what this nightmare was about, but it had something to do with those damn heroes. It was like some sort of disease that was plaguing you, infecting your peaceful sleep and conscious. There was also, this little girl who looked just like you. Infact looking closer she was, you. The look she gave you scared you, her eyes where dripping with endless tears, with her hands reaching out to you. Not understand why you, became afraid of her the second she touched you was painful.
Shooting up in hard sweat, with your gun draw ready to shot. But there as nothing in front of you, nothing at all but night. Lowering your firearm slowly, until you heard a sound you aim and fire at nothing. Breathing heavily, until it started to calm down. Bring your knee up as you rest your forehead on it, something inside of you was screaming. Something or someone was, this wasn't like you. Your mind was not focused nor was is sharp. Things where starting to become sloppy though the others couldn't see it you could, bringing the gun up to your head, pointing the barrel to your head. Finger on the trigger to end the pain you felt. Itching to do, it would be just so simple. Your hand started to shake, those damn nightmares.
They just had to end, it was tearing you up inside clawing to come out. Pressing the gun more to your head, you would do it, you just would. It would be way better, than having those nightmares, have them flood out in your own blood. What was this feeling? Why ever since what happen to that hero, what his name...Power Man have the nightmares gotten worse. You knew when started, with that Spider-Man. It started with him at the United Nations Building. And ever since then, yeah it was him. He was causing you this pain you felt.
With great anger you throw your gun as it smashes to pieces into the wall shattering like glass. If he was the infection than you would be the surgeon and cure yourself of this disease. Remembering the features of his face, every single detail his rich brown hair and blue eyes. Eyes the when ever they crossed with your own reflected something deep was it pain, guilt? It was something that you couldn't seem to figure out, but it was something, something that seem to be causing you grief yet at the same time it felt like a haven for you. Determination, yes that was what you saw.
Running your fingers through your thick hair, just thinking about his eyes seem to calm you down. Closing your eyes exhaling softly, you hear a faint voice calling you, saying the name everyone of those heroes have been doing. Kylie. It was faint yet, you could hear it as clear as day. That name itself caused so much to overflow in your mind, images of what seem to be. As if you had gone to, high school and had friends. There images of fighting along side those heroes, or just hanging out. They seem so real, and that Nick Fury how he fell in there, though it was bits and pieces of him that would flash in your mind. That felt like something sharp clawing at your mind. As if ripping it into two.
Regretting you broke you gun, laying back down with these images of some red head teenage girl and all this laughter. But, Spider-Man...he had to be dealt with, and then this pain would go away, for good. Just like would soon.
Spider-Man looks at Nova and Power Man who where still out of commission from the last battle as they laid still unconscious heavily bandage from the damage both of the sustain, though Power Man seem to be more circuital than Nova. Replaying what happen to Power Man over and over in his mind, caused the teen superhero who didn't know whether to be upset or not at Kylie. He knew her actions were not her own, but still his teammates where his family and he their leader his job to protect them and make sure nothing would happen. Yet here two of them, seem to be clinging to life as much as everyone breathed.
The tubes and IVs that hooked up to both of them, Power Man had breathing mask on to supply him with oxygen since his ribcage received a heavy amount of damage. He was like a premature baby right now. Luckily he was sedated to where he couldn't fully feel any sort of pain, but he could hear Power Man's cracked ribs slightly crack as he breathed. It was faint but, he could hear it beyond the heart monitor.
Every hour they where checked up on, he knew Iron Fist was taking this hard. Being Power Man's best friend and all, as well feel the guilt it was his own fault for what happen to the power house. The serene teen was now nothing but knotted, he felt his whole team was breaking down. He realized that, all that Kylie was doing was causing a rippling effect on everything and everyone. Mainly with them, they where still kids even if they all where superheroes, this whole experience was weighing heavily on their minds.
The Avengers seem to be the ones who did not seem to be breaking down. They where professionals after all, having years under their belts. Able to function and come up with a plan to keep going. Even if one of their members where injured they would still keep going, unlike Spider-Man. Feeling pieces of him missing when anyone of his members fell. Images of the Kylie he grew to know and bond with the kind hearted one compared to the one he started to slowly grow some anger towards, the dark and cold one. Both of them, the same person sharing the same body. One good and one bad, one raised by SHIELD, the other made by HYDRA. Peace and Chaos.
This ping pong like game was overloading his mind, even while he was back at school. Luckily though the others thanks to SHIELD, who had their minds erased of that horrible event when it all first started. Still he remembered, that day. His friends though seem to remember you, MJ would always asks about your whereabouts every now and then.
At home, his Aunt was able to sense something was wrong with him. Though he try to brush it off, how was suppose to tell her? How would she know how to deal with what it was he carrying on his shoulders right now. The only one he knew that seem to understand was, Wolverine. Who was still helping him, tracking down any sort of leads he could find to help everyone out of his nightmare or before anyone was seriously hurt.
Wishing his friends a speedy recovering he takes his leave, walking down the halls of the carrier felt so empty and cold. Not a laughter that echoed through from her, none at all. This empty abyss seem to swallow up everyone, even if most refused to show it. Stopping in front of the room that use to belong to her, out of reaction he was about to knock on it, but then brought himself back to reality. Which seem to hurt. Just staring at the door, that is until his name was called through the speakers of the carrier to hurry up and to the bridge ASAP.
Quickly and without haste he makes his way there. Where to his surprise just a bit the Avengers along with Nick Fury look to the teen, something felt out of place right now, from the looks each of them where giving him. He wasn't sure if he was in trouble or not. But their unmoved expression was hard to read. Before he could say anything, Captain America presses a button and up pops a hologram of a news segment.
And to his surprise, it was you. But that wasn't what caught his eyes, it was captions in the news segment about you that read: Spider-Man Surrenders or Hellfire will Rain. And what he saw, the destructiveness of your words where solid. Without blinking an eye a missile was launched at city behind you and in just few seconds it was no more. He had less than 48 hours or New York was next.