The Broken Spider-Man - A Peter Parker Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty-five - Not again

TW: mentions of death, mentions of trauma.

I stood in the kitchen, starting to make dinner as I waited for Peter to get home from work. Suddenly, I heard the door open and then gently close, making me look up.

"Pete?" I called out, my eyebrows furrowing as I didn't hear anything in response. That wasn't normal. I wiped my hands on a tea towel before heading out into the main bit of my apartment. I gulped, nerves starting to fill my stomach as there were no signs of Peter having come home. Leaving me with no explanation as to why I heard the door open and then close. I gulped as I took my phone out of my pocket and unlocked it, my now shaking hands working as fast as they could to get to Peter's number. I clicked on his number and held the phone to my ear. Suddenly, two hands grabbed me from behind, making my eyes widen as one arm wrapped around my waist and the other hand covered my mouth. I screamed as much as I could with the hand over my mouth and dropped my phone as the thug lifted me up. I screamed louder and kicked my legs out in a desperate attempt to get out of the man's grip as he carried me to the dining table and forced me down onto one of the chairs.

"Get the fuck off of me." I spat, continuing to kick out as the second guy went behind me and harshly pushed my wrists together as he wrapped rope around them.

"Not until you tell us everything that we want to know about Spider-Man." The first guy snapped as he stood in front of me. My eyes widened in an attempt to fake ignorance as I looked up at him.

"What the fuck am I supposed to know about Spider-Man?! All I know is that he's now back, and I'm pretty sure that everyone in Queens knows that." I nodded sarcastically.

"Oh, and he just so happened to come back after you wrote that article about that woman's son having been saved if he was here?" he scoffed. My jaw clenched, my blood boiling as I had no doubt that these fuckers were with the same person who had murdered MJ and kidnapped me only a couple of months ago, so there was a lot more to them wanting to find Peter than just killing him because he was Spider-Man. But I wasn't supposed to know that, and so I had to continue playing ignorant. Even if my entire being was begging me to grab a knife and rip their hearts out of their chests for what they did to MJ and what they were now doing to us.

"Yes." I returned the scoff as I tried to lie my way through this interrogation. He scowled at me as he raised his fist and drove it down, making me groan and my head turn as it collided with my jaw. I coughed, feeling blood in my mouth as I looked back at the man.

"So, what? You fucking him? You giving him a sweet piece of that ass? I can't see any other reason why you'd risk your life and lie for him." He smirked sickeningly as he leant down and placed his hands on my thighs. I clenched my jaw, determined to not show this asshole any fear as I stared right back at him.

"Go fuck yourself." I spat. His smirk widened and he nodded as he stood up.

"Nah, I'd rather fuck you." He shrugged, making me gulp. Suddenly, the sound of keys jingling could be heard on the other side of the door. My eyes widened, as did the thug's.

"Shit, grab her!" he hissed to the other guy as he ran into the kitchen and out of sight. I groaned, still struggling against the robe as the other thug picked up the chair that I was sitting on and carried it into the kitchen. I gulped as he put me down and put a hand over my mouth, making me groan as the front door opened and Peter walked in slowly. He looked around cautiously, his Adam's apple bobbing as his eyes flicked to my phone that was abandoned on the floor.

"Babe? You here?" he called out, his tone telling me that he knew that something was wrong. I gulped and looked up at the man, both of their eyes being trained on Peter and therefore distracted from me. If I was quick enough, I could yell to Peter and warn him, but I'd have to be fast. Fuck it, I thought as I quickly whipped my head to the side, making the thug's hand slip from my mouth.