Imagines [Book Three]

Marvel [Peter X Reader]

Imagine being dragged into the middle of some drama, only to be injured which sends your secret significant other into a panic.

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You were in high school when aliens made their presence known and a group of superheroes banded together to defeat them. For the longest time they were all anyone could talk about and it was pure madness when one of them was spotted out in public. You can admit that when seeing one of them it made you excited, but after a while the thrill of spotting them started to dull and you learned to hardly bat an eye when seeing Iron Man out and about flying.

Over the years Avengers came and went, and you grew used to seeing them around New York. Which is why one day while shopping for a dress for your upcoming graduation, you hardly startle when a clearly accented voice tells you that one dress in particular looks really good against your skin tone. Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, had stood not too far with the Black Widow at her side and grinning at your gobsmacked expression.

You had thanked her for her opinion and then nervously asked them what piece of jewelry suited you better after you had picked out your heels. The Black Widow was the one who actually chose your necklace and a set of rings, and you walked out of the boutique one excited customer. You had expected that to be your first and last encounter with Avengers, but Fate apparently had other plans. While out and about a week before graduation to take some pictures, you ran into Wanda and her friend Peter. Or rather she saw you having your pictures taken and stopped to talk about why you were having your picture taken.

Wanda had congratulated you about your upcoming graduation and Peter was ecstatic because he was graduating too. And after your mini-photoshoot, both Wanda and Peter treated you to lunch.

Your friendship with those two surprisingly lasted even after you started college. There were a lot of phone calls and texts, and even weekend brunch to catch up. And eventually, Peter trusted you enough to tell you about his secret identity since he knew you were suspicious about his sudden disappearances. You were surprised, but not really and you somehow found yourself at Stark Tower one night for game night when you so badly needed to unwind.

For over the next couple of years you keep your friendships with the superheroes as quiet as you can. Unfortunately, it's not quiet enough.

You were walking back from a bar you and your friends normally frequented, your roommate having convinced you to enjoy a few beers after completing a grueling essay. You enjoyed just a couple and called it a night because you didn't want to wake up hungover, but leaving on your own proved to be your downfall.

You weren't even halfway back to your dorm when you felt a pinch in your neck and whatever had been released into your bloodstream worked almost instantly. You couldn't even scream as you were crowded against a van, helpless as the door was slid open and you were shoved in. And whatever you had been dosed with made it so your eyes couldn't remain open.

When you come to, you wake on a mattress on the floor. It takes a moment for you to get your bearings, clearing your fuzzy vision and keeping your eyes open against the headache pounding behind your eyes. The floor is concrete, the walls are brick, a metal toilet and sink (eerily similar to those in a prison cell) sits in the corner, and a single light bulb hangs from the ceiling. You manage to sit up just in time for your captor to enter the room, holding out a bowl of what looks like oatmeal and a mini bottle of water. When you blankly stare back at him, he lays it at your feet and stands back to watch you. He says nothing, doesn't even lift a finger in your direction, and then promptly exits.

For days the man enters to give you the minimum amount of food, watch you for a few minutes and then leave. There's no torture (at least not like what you see in the movies with hitting, kicking and waterboarding), but the near starvation and too warm room is enough to make you absolutely miserable. So by the time he decides to drag you from your prison, you're too weak and jittery to put up any sort of fight.