𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍? // Peter Parker fanfic

7: The Ultimate Betrayal

Two weeks pass by

My breath was shallow as I kicked the punching bag as Natasha repeated "Harder" every time. On Wednesdays, I had Natasha. She was a great teacher. I kicked it once more and it flew off the hinges. My foot landed back on the ground. "Great, that's perfect. Did you feel that energy that coursed through you as you made that final kick? " She queried

"Yeah, I did." I smiled to myself at my accomplishment. I was getting better the more I trained, and I stayed up late with training, then Spiderman and I would go on patrol. Everyone knows the name Arachnid by now. Everyone adores me; many see it as a sign of female empowerment, and I don't disagree.I suppose it is a form of female empowerment.

"Utilize that po-"She started when the gunfire started going off and the alarms flashed red. Natasha turned to me with a serious expression, "Suit up, now." We are under attack, "she told me, and I didn't doubt her words. I did as told, slipping my suit on and taking a deep breath before slipping that mask on.

I ran out of the training room and there was rubble on the floor and men shouting. My feet ran as fast as they could towards the gunfire. Men in suits and a familiar symbol were shooting at us. I ducked behind a flipped over table to shield myself from the gunfire. I pulled up the hologram of all my webs and I selected web grenade.

I shot it at a crowd of the infiltrators and brought the camera out of hiding, using the moves I learned in my training on them. Left-right and punch, I repeated in my brain, and one of the men was vulnerable and facing opposite me, so I felt the energy in my bones and I kicked him in the chest. He went flying across the tool and he made a thump, plop sound when he hit the wall and then the floor. "Yes!!" I couldn't help but say, while pumping my fist into the air, "However, I'm in the middle of a 6 to 1 fight and one pulled out a knife and slashed from my wrist to my shoulder, and when I say that hurt, it did.

Adrenaline was coursing through my veins as my blood dripped onto the ground. Everything was in slow motion as I turned around as he was getting ready to stab me and I saw an all too familiar face... My father was a hydra agent who betrayed me in the most heinous way imaginable. I felt unbelievable pain in my whole body. I grabbed his hand with such force and twisted his hand so he had no option but to drop the knife. His groan of agony made my heart blaze with hatred, betrayal, and happiness.

I threw him to the ground and webbed him to the wall, intending to deal with him alone, and I fought off the rest of the men. The adrenaline and the rage were perfect because of that blaze that was everywhere.

I knelt in front of him as my insides burned with rage. "You traitor, I'll be a better dad to my ass" I spat it out with disgust and hatred. In my voice, "We had really grown close too, and now you shatter my whole childhood and life?" I punched him once, hard right in the face, and the maroon blood from his nose and his busted lip came out. Blood leaked down his lying mouth as he just sat there, knowing everything as I swung again and again and again, blood splattering on my bruised and split knuckles. "You appear to be in distress; would you like me to call backup?"The lady in my suit asked. I knew I wanted backup right now and I needed it, but there were more Hydra Agents. It's just selfish to not help because of my little issue.

I stood up from my unconscious father and I peered down at him, wondering what I should do. Do I take his life because he took everything from me? I want to, but I don't think I have the guts to take my life... I picked up his gun and pointed it at his head with shakey hands. Strained sobs escaped my lips as I squeezed the trigger. It had to be done. Just like that, my father's brains were splattered on the wall and all over me. It was either my life or his, and he deserved it for what he did.

I could barely feel the burning of the gash going up my whole arm anymore. The burn-in of my broken heart completely overtook it. I exited the room while dropping the gun with my shakey blood-stained hands. I hope I can get the stains out.