Peter Parker One-shots

Blood threat

A/N: It's HYDRA Peter again, bitch.

TW: Blood, gore.

Drip, drip, drip.

That's the sound Peter woke up to.

Drip, drip, drip.

Accompanying the sound, something wet dripped on his face.
Something thick.

Drip, drip, drip-
Peter finally opened his eyes.

The sight that met him was horrifying.

It was mom.

Peter's mom. Petya's mom.

She had been nailed to the ceiling. Her limbs were angling in strange ways, and her eyes were unfocused, staring at him.

Her throat had been slit and HAIL HYDRA had been carved onto her forehead.

Mary Parker. Dr. Parker.

She was wiping my face. That's all Peter could think about.

"You did so well, Petya," Mary had said. "My Petya."

Her Petya.

A cry escaped his throat. Tears started to fall down his temples. But he couldn't look away. He couldn't close his eyes.

She was smiling. She was smiling, right after one of the checks. Telling him how well he'd done staying quiet.

But she wasn't smiling. She wasn't happy or proud. She was staring at him as if blaming him for what had happened to her.

He couldn't help but feel guilty.