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"all i did was try my best, this the kind of thanks i get?"
Peter Parker, was a sweetheart, no doubt about it. Y/N Stark, had her father's intelligence and her mothers will to not put up with bullshit from anyone. She...
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"your future self is so proud of how far you've come"
Being stuck in a hydra base, isnt fun, nor entertaining, which was why she was currently focusing on the pipe dripping in the corner of the room, rather then the pain she was feeling.
she was sat in an awkward position, her legs bent a weird way, the chair made it so she had her neck uncomfortably leaning against it, and her arm- of course was not any better.
back with the others, they had entered the building and dispersed. Peters spidey senses kicking him into overdrive as he ran through the halls of the seemingly never ending building.
y/n groaned as one of the men walked back in.
"you know," he started, tilting the long knife teasingly close to the front of her face. "I've been watching you, well you and spiderman specifically. I can see the way he cares for you, which is exactly why Ive got you here.
"well what do you want then? money?" she asked
he completely ignored her as he pushed the chair down, she cried out as the chair smashed against the ground.
feeling dizzy as her head hit the floor, the man walked towards her, small surgical knife in hand.
she immediately screamed out, the stab in her arm hurt enough.
Peters head perked up, running in the direction of the sound
she cried out as he brought the knife through the middle of her shirt, tearing it open.
immediately understanding what would happen, she screamed louder, pushing her body to the side.
"dont worry, i wont do that to you."
she breathed out in relief, but still fought as his hands held her shoulders down.
he brought the knife to her shoulder, slicing down to her elbow.
she felt blood drain into her mouth from biting her lip so loud, she screamed out, Peters feet running faster, heart pounding in his throat, nothing mattered more in this moment then getting to her, ignoring the others yells telling him to not go alone, telling him it could be a trap, he didnt care.
he loved her, he needed to find her.
she whimpered as he sliced thin sliced up her stomach.
"F-Fuck you."
he chuckled, grabbing her chin as to make her look up at him as he plunged it into her stomach, before being knocked to the ground
by Peter.
he killed him, for sure. he attacked him untill you couldn't recognize the body on the ground, his eyes widened as he ran to y/n.
Tony and Natasha ran in, Natasha gasped at the man dead on the ground.
Tony felt a piece of him die looking at her like that
he pulled the hand piece of his suit off and slipped it onto y/n's
"Friday?"
"life functions critical."
they all felt nauseous, the room reeked of blood and this was where she had to die?
she slightly moved her head and looked at Tony
"dad,"
"hey honey, you're- you're gonna be okay."
"p-peter," she whispered smiling softly.
"hey y/n, you're gonna be okay, i- i promise."
"hi nat," she smiled
"hi sweetheart."
"im sorry." y/n said, closing her eyes, fridays voice rung.
"no heartbeat detected."
And it was then she was at peace, even if it was laying lifeless on the floor in her own blood.
