"IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY, George, the sun's out after so many rainy days, and I swore I heard birds chirping when I left for work this morning."

"You're right, Glenda..."

Bronwen tuned out the radio, eyes flicking back and forth as the buildings blurred by. She'd been silent since she stepped into the car, and her companions didn't have the guts to break the silence. Two out of the three of them knew who she is, who she was, and who she could've been. Peter held her hand, Michelle on her phone, and Ned's eyes trained on the road.
Bronwen felt sick.
Right in the pit of her stomach, it rolled around, and she needed to vomit sooner or later. Well, she'd prefer never. Her last dream brought her dates she didn't want to know, and events that happened on those said dates. She didn't want to know the events that would unfold on that very day.
Bronwen let relief flood her as she stepped out onto the pavement, the car pulling up into a spot, the engine cut. Without a second thought she began to trudge across the car park to the main building. She had to tell Peter, she had to.

Bronwen stopped right before the doors and turned around, eyes tracking the ground as she bee-lined for Peter. A hand latched onto his arm, "Pete, I need to talk to you."

"Now?"

She nodded.

Peter followed Bronwen as she rounded the corner, secluding themselves from the main crowd, hidden in alcove.
"What is it?" Peter's face was a mask of worry, lines on his forehead, mouth tilted downwards.

Her mouth suddenly felt dry, and hands began to shake. Should she give this information to Peter? What would he say?
"I...uh...something's going to happen..." Bronwen winced at her words, averting her gaze.

She could not make eye contact with him, not with what she knew. Even her past wasn't worse than this. This was worldwide, not her inner self. This changed everything.
Peter's face softened slightly, and he placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing once, "What kind of something?"

"A bad something..."

She bit down on her lip, watching as Peter took in her lack of information. She shouldn't tell him. Could not bare to see his reaction. To see the consequences.
He slowly met her eyes, "About...us?" Peter's voice wavered, and she saw he was beginning to shake.

Bronwen encircled her arms around Peter, "Not about us."

"Then about what?"

"The world..."

Peter pressed his nose into her hair, hugging her tightly, "What do you mean?"

Bronwen pulled away, "Something's coming. I-I've been having these dreams. And, well, it is going to affect the world. Everyone. All seven billion people."

"What is it?"

"I..." she shook her head sharply, refusing to speak it. To speak his name out loud. She feared that if she said it, it would summon him. Bring him to Earth earlier than he was supposed to.

"It's okay. You don't have to tell me."

She wanted to, God, she wanted to tell him so bad. Say everything she had been dreaming, but it was too much. The weight on her shoulders would be incomparable to what she would put on his. Everything that was to come came for a reason, even if she didn't know that reason just yet.
The bell rang, and Peter pulled away to drag her to their home room. They left their bags on their shoulders, bypassing their lockers, and sat in their chairs once the teacher unlocked the door. Bronwen gave him a small smile before returning her attention to the teacher, who began to call the roll.

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Bags slung over their shoulders, Ned, Michelle, Peter and Bronwen bordered the large yellow bus.
In her chest, Bronwen's heart began to beat rapidly. She'd pushed the thoughts down so far she thought she'd throw up from the pressure, and that was it, she felt as if she was going to throw up.
She dug around in her pocket for her headphones, and settled against Peter once they found their seats. She hummed to the music, keeping her eyes trained on the floor of the bus.
Peter, on the other hand, kept an eye on her. He knew her coping methods, and this was one of many. Music plugged in, pressure from another body, keeping her balanced. Whatever she wanted to tell Peter that morning fractured something she'd been holding with super-glue.
Bronwen began tapping her fingers on her thigh, following the beat of the music, the piano harmonising with the voice. As 024, other than learning how to harness her powers and strange, new ways of killing people, they forced her to learn an instrument. It was an unusual request for murderous pigs to force children to learn an instrument, but they said it made them normal when out in the real world.
As normal as they could get, anyway.
Peter, leaning against the window, wrapped his arms around her. They were going to be okay, no matter what Bronwen knew. They would be okay.

∆ ∆ ∆

The hairs on Peter's arm stood up.
Jolting in her seat at the sight, Bronwen teared the headphones from her ears and stared Peter directly into his eyes.
"What is it?"

Peter didn't answer, instead, he turned his head to the window, almost pressing his cheek against the glass. His eyes widened as he took in the sight.
"Pete?"

Bronwen climbed over him, and her mouth dropped.
Peter turned to Ned, sitting in front of the pair, "Ned, hey. I need you to cause a distraction."

The headphones fell out of Ned's ears as he turned, but spotted what was outside first, "Holy shit!" He scrambled from his seat, "We're all gonna die! There's a spaceship!"

In one fluid motion, Peter reached into his bag, slapped on one of the web shooters and slipped out of the bus through the open window.
Bronwen was still, her mouth agape, and a singular word left on her lips; Peter!

I apologise, -_Ninja_- for making you wait to see this during class. Far out you were stressed.
Other than that, there's nothing else to say! Just enjoy this Castiel GIF:

- J