Rundown (Spiderman x Reader) (II)

50. She's A Mystery

She's anything in the world
That you cannot explain

My eyes burst wide open, observing the unfamiliar territory. Everything was either gray or too bright for me to focus on. The worst part was the horrible elevator music coming from the speakers.

But wait a minute. Why do I have a metal collar and chains on my wrists and ankles? I'm not a pure soul, but I'm also not into that type of stuff. So last night I either got really hammered or I got kidnapped.

Suddenly, a swirl of memories blasted inside my brain, causing a wave of dizziness. "Woah. There it is. The second one. Definitely the second option," I muttered through my sore throat.

"Ah, (Y/n) Lang. Glad to see you're alive." A woman in high heels spoke. "The sedation we gave you must have affected you pretty badly since you were unconscious for..." she checked her wristwatch. "15 hours."

I used my hands to hold my spinning head. "And who the hell are you supposed to be?"

"You don't need to know my name. Just know I'm an agent from the FBI, so I'd be careful on your choice of words." She quirked her brow.

Did she say FBI? If the FBI's involved in a case concerning me then I'm screwed.

"Oh, wonderful." I stood up from the pathetic attempt of a bed. It was merely a metal rectangle sticking out from the wall, and it included a sack of rice substituting a pillow. My knees wobbled, but I managed to fight through the shakiness. "Can you at least tell me why you raided my house?"

The smile she had been 'hiding' fully formed. "You've been charged for several homicides."

I groaned, kind of wanting to slap myself several times. "Really? Really?  You have to be— Oh my..." I started walking back and forth in the tight, little cell. The chains did not help my mobility either, as my strolling barely counted as one.

I knew exactly what she was referring to. Yet it is a billion percent more complicated than the files probably state. I can picture the adjectives describing the case: unstable, not trustworthy... a list complete enough to make me look bad. Bunch of lies on my permanent record.

"The cameras and witnesses don't lie, (Y/n). We saw everything happening." She kept pressing on like I was going to start crying and begging for mercy. That would be the old me. Not gonna happen, dear government.

I lifted my arms before dropping them on my sides. "You kill seven men with a gun and suddenly you're the bad one."

She must've seen my glint of sarcasticness/pride because she squinted and tilted her head. "You think this is funny? Some kind of joke? That you live up to your superhero name?"

I love getting on people's nerves, especially when they assume they can bring me down. "Not really, no... You guys had been looking for them for over a year. I was offered money, so I took the chance. It's not my fault you guys suck at your job," I sincerely explained.

Her index finger tapped on the thick glass. "Hey, watch your behavior, young lady! You went under the radar to fulfill some personal agenda."

"The terrorists— might I add, were about to bomb an orphanage. What about them, huh? Those children are okay because of what I did." With that single rebuttal, I had managed to shut her up. It was a good enough space for me to ask the important questions. "What I don't understand is why you decided to track me down out of the blue."

She smacked her maroon-colored lips. "You were under the protection of Mr. Stark, but since his recent death, the contract you were under officially terminated."

Of-fucking-course. When he's not paying for my school tuition or my hospital bills, he's keeping me from jail without my knowledge. Not only that, he knew what I had done and protected me without uttering a word. "Unbelievable," I chattered through gritted teeth. They didn't even give me enough time to mourn.

"You're just gonna be here until we figure out how you'll pay for your crimes. We can't exactly lock you up. It's too messy paperwork-wise." The woman clicked her pen and wrote something unknown on her notes.

Apparently, the FBI comprehended how to poke me in the right spots. Unfortunately for them, I've had my fine share of similar cases. "You're worried about paperwork? Paperwork? Let's put the 'jokes' aside." I walked towards the glass, only being able to move halfway there. "I think you're more ecstatic about the fact you can use me and my powers as a weapon and no one can stop you."

Whatever she was scribbling on her clipboard had ceased. She even cleared her throat. Which meant only one thing: bullseye. She proceeded to analyze me, waiting for my next remark or comment. She's not gonna respond to that? Fine.

Lowering my voice, and having no more verbal attacks, I sighed. "I don't even know what I'm capable of. My powers changed."

"That's what we're going to figure out." The lady squared back her shoulders.

Maybe if I play the victim instead of being aggressive they'll be gentler?"...I didn't get to say goodbye to my friends and family."

Subtle, but not a lie. I had talked to Ned and MJ once, and it was over the phone. Ned continued asking about my 'badass superpowers' (as he liked to say) while MJ was more curious about Thanos' appearance. My parents, who I just got back, Hank, and Uncle Luis are gonna be pissed as well. And I had promised Cassie I'd be back.

She took off the glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. "And I'm sorry about that. But at least they didn't see the monster you are."

Is that what they think of me now? I save dozens of innocent people but I get punished instead of the real murderers? Screw the 'being nice' plan.

"Monster? A monster would've burned this place to the ground already, madam. I haven't." I pulled the chains around my wrists, causing two chunks of the wall, the ones holding the restraints, to come out. Instead of attacking further, I retook my spot on the bed. "Although the chains were a little too much, don't you think?" I laughed.

She gulped, hiding her fear with anger. "We'll see about that." Then, she pressed a button on a remote control I hadn't noticed she possessed. The collar sent powerful jolts of electricity throughout my body. I felt like my muscles were contracting on themselves and they were about to explode.

The shocks faded eventually, yes, but my body still felt in the middle of a fire. Nonetheless, I got back up with a grin due to the song playing in the background. I recognized it from Peter and I's shared playlist. Specifically, because it was the song we slow danced in our improvised prom night.

"I wasn't going to do anything else anyways.... But do you hear the music? I love this song." I danced around, flaunting both of my middle fingers in her direction. If the frickin' FBI wants to use me, then I'll get some fun out of it.... let's just ignore the electric shocks coming afterward.

"And I thought her father was the pain in the ass," she whispered while opening the door. The energy sparks that flew from on the exit sign rushed her quicker outside.

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Author's note:

If I'm honest, I'm just kind of winging it and hoping for the best at this point 😭. But I think I'm somehow making it work...? Idk. I promise I'm trying HAHAHHAHA

~ Winter ❅