Memories

10. You...! Are...! The....! Worst....!

Y/n POV:

I woke up. My neck was hurting because I was in a slouched position, against a wall. I looked around. Nothing. It was dark. With a shade of a reddish glow around everything. Now that I look around properly, it was not a wall I was leaning against, it was a single rusty metal pole. I was in a cage. Luckily, I was not handcuffed. Then when I looked out of the cage, to the side of me on a massive wall was a projection of a tired and battered looking Peter.

I jumped to my feet and raced to the edge of the bars. No matter how much it hurt just standing I still went on. "PETER! PETER! OMG, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU! PETER IM RIGHT HERE!" I banged on the bars, creating bruises on my fist from how weak I was. "He can't see you, dear." Said a voice in a very taunting way. "WHERE AM I!" I shouted, but my voice was husky from the lack of water. "My humble residence sweetheart." I noticed something in his hand. But before I could realise what it was, he pressed the button. "ARGH!!!!!!!!!!" I crouched down, gripping the bars trying to subside the pain. I rolled my head around in agony. "mhmmmmmmm."

Then I heard it. His voice. "OMG! Y/n. What happened to you? Tell me where you are. Please......." he rushed up out of his chair but instantly fell to his knees, at my supposed appearance. Reaching one hand forward to touch the mirror. "Peter! I am right here! I'm........right.......here......." I whispered weakly.
"He can't hear you. He can only see a reflection of you. Slowly withering away day by day." I could not see them, but I knew they were smirking. "You.... are ...a..... horrible ...person...." I sobbed, still worn from having something surge through my body, and in between tears.

It broke my heart to hear that the only thing Peter could see, was me slowly dying. It sounded horrible. If only he knew I was listening. Right there. So close. Yet so far. "Where...... am I anyway........?" I asked, starting to steady myself. "Like I said earlier. My humble residence. My home." He taunted. "I don't like the decoration. Horrible interior design." I replied, finally getting my breath back.

The person got up. I think they had been sitting down. I could not tell as everywhere around me was dark. They started walking towards me. Slowly. Tauntingly. "You think your funny, do you? Well, there is no one here. No one to amuse with your petty attitude. No one. Your here. In a cage. Alone. While everyone thinks you're dead." He spoke. "Wha-what?! But I am not dead, I'm right here!" I shouted at absolutely no one. "Ah, but to them, Peter found your body in an alley, without a pulse. Took you to the compound. Later, that evening they declared you dead." He bragged. " Pe-Peter found me?! How could you be so cruel! You made him be the one to find me! Then after I am declared dead, you make him start to see images of me in the mirror! You are going to make him go crazy! Let me out! He needs to know I'm ok!"

He came into the light at last. And yet I still could not see his face. I would have liked to say he had a mask on but.... their black hair drooped down their face, red smoke swirling around the bits that the hair could not reach. He grabbed my chin through the bars and tilted it upwards. "You, Y/n are not going anywhere." He whispered menacingly. "ARGH!" Another wave of pain surged through me. He had pressed the button again. With his free hand. I jerked my head away from his hand then I fell to my knees screaming. I was still weak from the last time, so it hurt twice as much. "Who........who are........you?" I struggled to ask.
"Your end." He smirked, under his hair. "Why......? What do ........you.......want.... ME for?" I whimpered.

"I want to use you. To weaponize you. Use their weakness to destroy them!" I had a feeling I knew who he was talking about, but I had hoped it was not. "Who........?" I struggled against the wave of tiredness crashing over me. "Your family. The avengers." He bluntly said. "Please............ don't hurt them.......... don't hurt them..........please......." I managed to say, still fighting the ongoing battle to keep myself awake. "Did you not just listen to what I said?!" He pinched the bridged of his nose, inhaling then exhaling. "I'm not going to hurt anyone. You are. Now, get up. It's time for training." He finished off. "Wha-what?!" But before I got a chance to process anything, he came up and unlocked the door. And then these black armoured guards came out of the darkness and grabbed me by my shoulders. Lifted me off the ground with only one hand each on my shoulders and dragged me out of the dark room. They got to the door, and when it opened, it looked like a hospital corridor. Bright flickering lights. What was it with people keeping me in dark rooms and then bringing me suddenly into a bright light?!?!

They threw me into a room with mats, like the ones my dad has in the training room at home........ I lied there, sobbing into the mat. Thinking about how that my family thought I was dead! Why could not I just go home! I wanted to go home. Be a normal teenager. Go to school. Be with my family. But I knew that would never happen. I was not going to sit here and cry. No. I was going to make use of this and learn. Learn to use my powers. Then blow that guy to hell.

I got up off the floor, turned around to look at the long mirror along the wall. I looked battered. I still had my scars on my wrists. I was covered in sweat, my eyes were damp, and my figure looked wasted away. Now thinking about it, I had not eaten since I went through that portal or drank anything. Before I started my plan, I had to eat and drink properly.

As if on cue, the door opened but there was nobody in the doorway. Instead, there was a tray with 2 litres of water on, and a plate with a roast dinner on. I rushed over to them, but as I reached to grab them, they disappeared. "Wha-what?!" I stumbled forward. "I'm kidding! I am kidding! Here you are. You're going to need your strength." He threw a bottle of water and an apple towards me. "What is it exactly you want me to do?" I said, hesitantly picking up the apple and taking a bite. "I want you to train. Learn how to use your powers. There is everything in there that can help you. I did my research on what the TVA originally planned to help you with." He said, acting high and mighty. "What do you mean? They definitely weren't going to weaponize me to kill my family, were they?" I answered back. "that's true. But they were going to weaponize you. To help them. For their own selfish needs." He clicked his fingers and the apple in my hand disappeared. "Ok, that is getting annoying now!" I waved my now empty hand I front of him. "So, you're telling me what you want to do is something everyone wants!!!" My anger bubbling up inside me. "Actually, yes. People do want the avengers gone. Especially after Sokovia." I broke eye contact with him. The name Sokovia caught me off guard. "Soko- wait? Is this because of Sokovia?!" I tried not to think about Sokovia. From Sokovia and onwards, my family started to fall apart. It would always be the day, the world started spiralling downwards. "Sokovia?" He questioned. Then while laughing trying to stop laughing he said. "No. It's his very existence annoys me!" He threw his arms in the air "so it isn't the avengers you want dead...It's a particular person?" I questioned, trying to get information out of him. ".......yes...." he stood and thought for a bit. Then finally said. "Your dad. Tony Stark."