Then it begins to smoke

Chapter 8
Peter’s Point of View
I can’t get it out of my head. Her scream.
“Everything hurts. I’m so cold Peter.” She didn’t feel cold. In fact, she felt hot. Like she had a fever.
“Bruce!! I need you, Anna she’s in pain- “
“Where is she hurt?” he asks, as we walk through the halls.
“She said it hurt everywhere. Bruce- “
“Peter I’m going to need you to grab me Tony.”
“Is she- “
“Peter! Get me Tony!’ Bruce demands, as we walk into the room, where Anna is screaming. Her body is writing. Oh god.
Bruce pushes me out of the room,
“Go get Tony.” He demands as he rushes in to check on Anna.
What is going on.
“Peter? What’s going on?” asks Tony, as he comes up behind me.
“Anna- “I start, but my words are drowning out by her screams. I want to rush into the room, to hold her tell her everything is okay. Tony turns to me, grave.
“Go Peter. Grab Clint and Brenda, go do something.” He says as he pushes me out into the hallway.
I ran down the hall then. Trying to get as far away from her screams as I could.
Anna’s Point of view
I was awake. I was awake and alone. These were my first coherent thoughts in over a week.
As soon as I opened my eyes alarms began going off. Then I could hear footsteps. What was going on?
“Anna! You’re awake!” Peter yelled as he leaps onto my bed. Peter.
“I- “
“Peter, be careful.” Brenda warns from the corner. Be careful? Peter doesn’t hear her at least that’s what it seems.
“I’m so glad you’re awake. I missed you.” He says, as he kisses my forehead “I love you.” He whispers. I smile, sometimes he’s just too cute. It’s really not fair.
“Anna, how are you feeling?” Bruce asks from somewhere by my head, he’s checking my vitals.
“Fine. Hungry. And really cold.” I say as I shiver. Bruce gives me a questioning look, but I don’t take too much notice of it. Most of his looks don’t mean anything.
“I’ll bet you’ve been out of it for a while.” Peter says, as he pulls me close. His body is warm and far more angular than I remember.
Clint sits on the foot of my bed, his hand over my foot.
“So glad you’re awake Rabbit, Nat wants to see you when you feel up to it.” He says, as he kisses the top of my head. Even Steve and Tony are here with smiles and cheers.
How long have I been out?
“Uncle Peter! Uncle Peter!” call two little girls, their voices shrill. Rosie and Rosalinda? I thought that, they-
“Who is this Uncle Peter?” asks one of them, with her short curly brown all over, as she climbs into his lap.
“This, is Anna.”
“Like form Frozen?” asks the other one, who is blonde. Peter laughs
“No, like Auntie Anna. The one I told you about? Do you guys remember?’ he asks; they giggle as he tickles him.
“Girls how about we leave Uncle Peter and Auntie Anna alone for a bit.” Brenda says, as she gives pointed look to the others in the room. They all file out shortly, with Clint glancing at me again
“How long- “
“Two months.” Peter says.
“But the girls- “
“Have grown faster due to the super-powered bits of Brenda and Steve’s dna.”
“Well- “
“Anna, can you just stop for a second? You’ve been gone for two months, three if you count the time with Hydra.” I open my mouth to ask another question when he kisses me.
“Well that’s one way to keep me quiet.” I say, he laughs, holding my face in his hands.
“I have to ask you something.” He says, I nod, not to sure where this is going. He nods as I watch him get off the bed, and grab something out of his pocket.
“I’ve had this, for like ten years. Aunt May said I was supposed to give it the “special girl” I would find some day,” he laughs “Anna, look we lead a crazy life. I know that. These past months have shown me that we have no idea how long we’ll have. I want to spend whatever time I have left with you.” He says as he drops to one knee, opening a small box, with small modest ring inside.
“I know it’s not much, but Anna Barton, will you marry me?” he asks.
“Marry you?’ I ask dumbly. His face falters,
“Um yup that’s the idea Anna.”
“You want to marry me?” I ask.
“Um, yeah that’s why I asked.” He says, he’s frowning now.
“Um.” I say, incapable of getting words to come out.
“I kind of need an answer Anna.” He says, as he tries to smile.
“Oh! Right! Um, yes. Of course I’ll marry you Peter.” I say. He laughs
“Wow way to take pity on a guy.” He says as he slips the small ring on my finger. “So Mrs. Parker,” he asks a small glint in his eye
“Yes?”
“How about I escort you to our room, help you get warmed up?” he asks, my face flushes. Oh.
“That would be nice.” I whisper as he whisks me off the bed, carrying me down the hall bridal style.

Notes