That's Just The Way The World Works

Not Sorry

     The sun had set... I stand just outside a construction site that stood on a large concrete platform above and leads into the ocean. The site was filled with long metal shipping containers of green, red, blue, and yellow colors stacked upon each other. I felt my hands shaking as I stood just outside... I could see men patrolling around with guns... Seemed like this would be so obvious but no one is ever really around here, especially at this time. I took a deep breath in and crouched down a little and started running to the right side, keeping along the wall... I needed to figure out who was supplying hammerhead with Oscorp weapons since Osborn had to put them on the blacklist... Unless he just said he did. But there had to be papers of plans or suppliers somewhere. We knew Hammerhead wanted to rule New York's underworld but how exactly is he planning to get there? That's what we needed. I round a corner between two shipping containers and hug the wall. I got as close to the corner as possible and looked to my left and right before quickly shoving my back against the metal container and putting my hand over my mouth as a guard walked right by where I stood, stopping just before the corner. I could hear his breath as I held my own.

He then turns back around and continues his patrol. I let out a shaky breath as soon as I'm sure he won't hear me. Then I look back over the corner and head into the opposite direction, hiding behind a wooden cube, my heart pounding in my chest. This was accelerating. I've only done this a few times before but have always left empty-handed. Now I'm determined to leave with what I came for. I peek out from the corner and look at the opened shipping container a man in a suit had just left and got into his tesla... Who was that? They looked almost familiar. It didn't matter, the container was empty now--of people that is. From where I crouched, it seemed like all their plans laid just inside. I looked thoroughly as the car drove off and then made a run to the center that was the only brightly lit area, I kept my body as close to the ground as possible as I ran. Once inside I look around... Blueprints of Oscorp weapons was the first thing I noticed before I took a closer look... Seemed like it wasn't just the weapons but the tools that made them... But why do they want these certain parts???

My phone vibrates and I pull it out of my pocket, seeing it's Peter.

"Are you going to get that?" a deep growl asks behind me.

My breath gets caught in my throat and I freeze.

"Imma need you to turn around, girlie, let me get a good look at ya."

My brows narrow and I'm filled with anger and fear--I look at the broken parts of the weapon in front of me and quickly grab the long metal rod and turn around, swinging it and hitting him across the face. The white bald man was barely phased as his face turned into a scowl. "Little bitch-" he hits the back of his gun to my head and I'm taken down to the floor. My vision is black as I hear: "A shame, you were a pretty one too."

I then lose myself...

When I wake, my back is against one of the metal shipping containers, with blue-tinted lights on the sides. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust but two men stood in front of me.

"So how'd you get here, sweetie?"

God, I can't think right now... I just needed a moment to adjust... Wait, why does my arm hurt? They must have done something.

"We're talking to you." The other man growled before slapping me hard across the face. My hair covered my eyes as I clenched them tightly.

"We don't want to have to do this the hard way."

Wait... I'm not tied up... I can get out of here. I look around for anything I can use.

"Hey!" A man shouts before grabbing my cheek and lifting my head up to look dead in his eyes, "it's not polite to ignore people, you know."

I narrow my eyebrows before spitting at him. He closes his eyes and huffs, letting go of me to wipe my spit off of him, "Damn, bitch."

My jaw ached from where his hands clenched, "I was only looking around." I say, not bothering for it to sound like a complete lie.

"Teach the damn thing a lesson." the man called to the one I had just spit on.

The man then pulled out his pocket knife and kneeled down beside me, "You know something..." He holds the knife to my throat and I strain my neck up, holding my breath, "you should have thought twice before coming in here." he cuts my skin lightly before dragging down to my collar bone, "AHC-" I bite my tongue. Fuck fuck fuck.

Suddenly, gunshots are heard outside and the man's walkie-talkie goes off, "Spider-Man's here! We need backup!"

I felt relieved and stupid all at once.

One of the men left and closed the storage unit doors behind them, while the other stayed with me. I breathed heavily and my mind raced... Am I this stupid to think I could pull this off? I almost did, no? Am I lying to myself? No. I just need to buy my time. As I wait for the man to lose his guard I hear Peter outside fighting... He barely spoke... I thought for sure I'd hear his little sarcastic comments from here.

I wasn't sure how long it took but the man's back faced me and the noise outside covered the noise it made as I shakily stood up. I then tiptoed to the man and with as much force as possible, I kicked his back, almost knocking him forward but then I dodged the swing of his gun as he turned around before kicking him hard in the balls. He squealed and dropped his gun. I quickly grabbed it and went to the door, struggling to open the door. Finally, I force it open and walk out... The noise of the fight had stopped... What?

"I wouldn't move Spidey--we have a hostage and if you move one inch, she's dead."

I panic and quickly hug the wall of storage containers and get to the corner, peaking over. Peter was on top of the roof frozen...

"Is she alive?" He asked, demandingly.

I then turn and aim the gun at the man, shooting the gun out of his hand, "alive and present." I say, looking back at Peter who made eye contact with me through his mask.

He jumped up and webs the guy to the ground, webbing the two others left before coming to me, putting his hands on my shoulders, gentle as ever, "are you ok?"

I nod but he sees the blood dripping from my chest.

"Damnit, MJ, what were you thinking?"

"You should see the other guy." I joked but Peter didn't react...

"I nearly had a heart attack."

"I'm fine."

"You're bleeding."

"It's just blood."

Then I look down and noticed my torn shirt, revealing a cut across my bicep on my right arm.

"Oh..."

"We need to get home." He picks me up bridal style with no warning and I hold onto his neck. He gripped my waist tightly, walking out of the sight before making the trip home... I think he wanted an apology... But it wouldn't be sincere because I'm not sorry.