The Assassins Curse Peterparker x reader

How do you know its her?

Previously on The Assassins Curse

Tears welling out of my eyes uncontrollably.
Death was here.
And I gladly welcomed it through every ounce of pain that was shot through me.

*Random pedestrians shrieked out loud over the bright striking light that was shot out of nowhere, along with the girl who appeared with it.
People swarmed around her worried.
Some flinched as the girl kept screaming and yelling.
"I'm calling 911" A woman cried out.*

Random woman's perspective.

"Did you see the look on his face." I cried laughing.
"He was shook," John replied also laughing.
"I know right."
"He asked for it, that ass."
"You're not wrong." I giggled.
Me and John continue to walk down the street, heading to starbucks.
We had just finished pranking John's ex boyfriend. He was a complete asshole for cheating on him. Poor John couldn't stop crying all weekend. I was completely fine binging netflix shows and eating ice cream until he got over his ex. But John insisted we get him back.
I was hesitant at first, but I can't lie, that shit we did was hilarious.
"I'm sorry." I say.
"Girl it's fine." he says with a slight shrug. "And besides, I was too good for him anyways."
"True dat! No one deserves the QUEEN HIMSELF." I yell.
"Keep it down" he says, shushing me.
"You like the attention, dont lie." I say elbowing him.
*A few minutes passed as Kasey and John walked to Starbucks, talking among themselves sarcastically, until they made an unexpectant stop when they saw a swarm of people surrounding the street, along with a girl's scream.*
"Oh my God." John says, besides me shocked.
John and I rush to the scene, trying to push past all the people I see a girl lying on the floor screaming. There was a pool of blood surrounding her.
It didn't help that the rain was pouring down on all of us.
"I'm calling 911." I yell out.
I speedily took out my phone and dialed 911.
"911, what's your emergency." A man's voice says over the line.
"There's a young girl lying on the floor with cuts and bruises everywhere, she's screaming-AND OH MY GOSH- she has-has a bullet in her thigh. She's bleeding a lot. Ple-please get down her" I choked
"Mamm stay calm" he says. "Where are you?" he asks.
"Ce-Central park-" I stutter.
"Thank you, we'll be there shortly." he says before he hangs up.
"They're on their way-" I whisper, scared.
It wasn't long before cop cars and ambulances rushed to the scene.

*At the hospital*

" What are her vitals!"
"Not good"
"Get her into the emergency room."
"On it"
*Doctors rush you into the emergency room. They start the surgery*

TIME SKIP...after your surgery, you are resting still unconscious, when a conversation happens.

"Are you sure Stephan."
"I'm sure."
"How do you know it's her?."
"Christine, she appeared out of thin air in the middle of the central park."
"I know!. But-...are you sure."
"No, but she trusted her."
"I don't know who you are referring to, but I trust you."
"Thank you."
"Yeah, well there's no other option...i'll let you know when you can take her."

Y/N's POV.

Imagine your heart being ripped out of your chest. That's what it felt like when Vicky got shot in front of my eyes.
She sacrificed her life for me.
I didn't deserve it. My life was nothing compared to hers. She is-...was good.
She had something to live for, she could've lived, run away with David, have fun, start a family, make friends. She offered life so much.
I am nothing but a selfish, psychotic murderer.
She was wrong to think I could be changed
There's nothing I could do to redeem myself. No matter how much I may have wanted to.
:
In the background I heard muffled noises, I felt myself being lifted, like I was supposed to die but somehow got cheated out of it.
My eyes flutter open and immediately I see two faces stare down at me.
One had brown hair and was tall while the other was shorter and had black hair.
The taller one had a red cape draped over his shoulders along with a triangle necklace?.
The shorter one wears a brown roab. Another detail was that the taller one had a beard?mustache? I'm not sure, and the shorter one didn't have either.
"I'm Doctor Stephan Strange, this is Wong." He gestures to the shorter one. "And you are y/n."
He knows my name?. Wait how the hell did I get here.
I tried sitting up but my body decided to reject my decision by sending a shock of pain in my back and thigh.
"I wouldn't move if I were you." he says.
"No shit." I mutter. "Who the hell and how the hell, did I get here." I say looking between them.
"I'm Doctor Stephan Strange, this is Wong. And you are here because Vicky held some sort of interest in you."
"You know Vicky?" I say shocked.
"Yes, and judging by your response you know her too."
I stare at him. He already knows. Fudge it. I give up.
I let out an exhausted huff.
"Explain to me how you know Vicky." he says calmly.
Her name made me wince. I couldn't hear her name, her name will forever hold a broken piece in my heart. Along with David, my brother. Vicky was my best friend. And it's now that I realize that I care for so much more than I lead on.
I cry at this, I've cried so much you would think that there wouldn't be anymore will left in me.
Doctor Strange and Wong exchange confused looks.
"What happened."He says, but already knows.
"None of your damn business" I spit at them " I don't know who you are and how you know Vicky. But I am not answering any questions" I continue as I shoot myself up.
As soon as I did my thigh and back was greeted with a shooting pain.
I let out a yelp.
"I know Vicky because she came to me. Somehow already knowing who I was. After a few days of knowing her, she told me about you and that she needed to find you. I wasn't sure who she was referring to until a random teenager appeared out of thin air in the middle of central park."
I stumble against a wall, ignoring his words.
"Like I said, I don't know who you are. I don't buy any word you say." I mutter towards them lifting my hand up.
I could feel myself rush with energy and it was not that I knew I was angry. Angry beyond belief. My wundes weren't even there anymore.
They noticed too when they balled up their fists and orange lights with sudden patterns hoverd in front of their fists.
They had powers?.
I cock my head to the side.
"We don't want to hurt you-" he begins and my laugh cuts him off.
"Hurt me?!" I scoff. My hands glow silver. Nothing like this has happened before which slightly freaks me out.
"You can't hurt me, I've already felt the worst." I say quietly. "Do you know what it's like to have your whole life stolen from you?. What it's like to lose the one thing that makes you sane?. No, you don't, do you"
I walked closer to them, steading my pace. Finally turning my hand I use my pain infliction on them.
Their glowing orange patterns that were in front of their hands disappeared, and now they both were on the floor internally dying. Each one kneeled down onto their sides not knowing what was happening, clearly shocked that I had abilities.
Letting out one more push of energy I run the other way.
Running into walls and pushing myself past doors, I find myself running past a bunch of glass cases with objects in them.
I barge out of the doors I saw and up in a room with a tall ceiling a flight of two stairs leading down onto a second floor with a pair of another set of doors.
And without hesitation I rush down the stairs and out the doors.
:
It was still raining and I was in front of other buildings as well.
New York, I was still in New York.
"Fuck it" I say under my breathe.
Running down the street, I know what my next move will be. Because I'm done fighting.

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