Marvel // Wrong Number

Chapter 9: Don't threaten me this place smells like eggs

-backtrack to Peter and Shuri on the phone-

Shuri's POV: (in her lab in Wakanda)

Peter: Yeah I've had a building drop on me-

Me: YOU'VE HAD WHAT?? child the hell you telling me about??

*beep* "this call has been disconnected"

Don't cut me off you stupid fruit technology *starts dialing him back*..."I'm sorry the number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable". "Bruh..next time I see him I'm burying him live"

Loki appearing out of nowhere asked "who are we burying live? Because I'm down for that"

"WHOAHHH dude chill! Don't sneak up on people like that. Wait actually do but only if I get it on video" she snickered

"Anyways what are you doing up mister, you're supposed to be resting"

"Yeah sorry I'm not sure how much I trust an 12 yr old with my life"

"THIS 12 YR OLD JUSY SAVED YOUR SORRY ASS. Anyways I'm 16" she stuck out her tongue.

"Haha fine I'm sorry, I mean technically...I'm 17? I think, eh I'm usually not the one asking for help"

"Wait hold up what!?"

"In Midgardian years anyway"

Shuri snorted "Chill I should be giving you way more credit, you got a bunch of grown ass adults in Halloween costumes chasing a teenager. Omg I'm never going to let Stark hear the end of THAT"

Loki's POV:

This was going way better then he had imagined, much better than thinking about having to die alone in some alleyway on Earth of all places.

As much as he hated to say it, it was nice having people around, at least people who weren't tormenting him constantly or watching over his every move.

He knew Peter was kind kid and would stab anyone who hurt him. He wasn't really sure what to think about Shuri, she had saved him but she was a whole new kind of chaotic.

~Somewhere else in (give me a sus sounding place) ~

Peter's POV:

Peter's head was spinning, his vision blurred in and out of focus.  He was trying to remember the recent events. Shot...that was it he got shot and the pain must have knocked him out. He tried moving, owww yeah that was his arm. He seemed to be tied to a chair. Great I'm in a cliche kidnapping scene. Though where am I? The dark devoured his line of sight as he opened his eyes. There was nothing to see except pitch black. He could hear his breathing quicken and cut it back for a second to see if he could hear anything, anything at all.

A faint dripping sound of what he hoped was water echoed in the distance, the air smelled like sulfur, he decided that he must be somewhere underground. Who in their right might would put a evil lair here when the air smells like fricking eggs?? With that he passed out

Time passed and Peter woke up again though he couldn't tell if it had been hours or minutes. He felt like he wasn't getting out of here any time soon. Especially with this arm, which he could no longer feel but knew he would need treatment on it soon.

While stuck in his own mind he hadn't noticed the faint footsteps creeping closer outside this empty void of a cell. It was the bang of the door that jolted him into the present.

"Good you're still alive this'll make everything so much easier, for me at least."

Peter could only see the person's outline. Which didn't help very much to gather  who this could be and why he was here.
The voice did tell him the speaker was a male, although it didn't sound like anyone he has met before.

"Why so silent?" The figure called out again "Don't you know you're supposed to respond in a conversation?" The voice chuckled and the sound of knife being unsheathed could be heard.

Peter finally got the courage to speak, though in pain it sounded more like a growl. "Who the hell are you"

"Tsk tsk that's no way to speak to a superior" the sound of footsteps walking closer. "You see, there's something we need and you're the only person who can get it for us". Peter could tell the figure crouched down enough to be at eye level with him but the dark still covered up his disembodied voice.

"Why me" Peter realized he was holding his breath. "Whatever you're planning on I won't let it happen, the Avengers won't let it happen, they'll come for me" ..they will.

"You sound so convinced, but from what I had gathered they have no idea you're currently missing, they think you got home an witnessed nothing that just happened out there" he help up security footage. "This is your apartment right? And I think your aunt gets home at 10pm? She got put for more hours because someone quit from what I heard. She's your only living family member? Would be a shame if anything happened am I right?" At this moment Peter could feel the cool pressure of metal against his neck. Shit, that was a knife he heard. He felt entirely trapped.

"So unless you want the entire block to take trip into oblivion, we better get this show on the road."

There weren't any others options, at least not right now. Peter clenched his teeth and responded "what do I need to do?"

~End~

A/N: Who are some other characters y'all would like to see? I'm thinking later when we get more into the middle of the story. Should I add the GOTG or do some multiverse things, maybe add venom? Any ideas honestly, I wanna see what y'all would like.