Rundown (Spiderman x Reader) (II)

66. Mystery Train

Better hold on tight to that mystery train
You're not in Kansas anymore

The reason I keep passing out after intense battles is something I'll never figure out. And the hangover didn't help either. My head was spinning.

It took me a while to remember the holographic battle and what had happened. Nothing for the last week, except the damage, was real. Does that mean the multiverse is fake? I feel disappointed. I wanted to meet other versions of me.

Currently, my hands were wrapped behind my back. My ankles were taped together and sprawled in front of me. Tied to a pole in midday, I observed as Quentin and his team analyzed the last tiniest details in the street. It could be an illusion for all I know.

"You're awake! Just in time." He clapped excitedly. I couldn't focus properly, especially when the drop of blood dripped from the top of my head down my temple, my cheek, and finally splattering on my shirt.

He placed his head inside the VR fishbowl and started talking to himself. Most likely to someone else through the Mysterio facade.

I turned my gaze to the right. There were some train tracks, and to the other side was an abandoned building. What the hell are you planning, fish boy?

I think the first step in his plan was to let me bleed to death. A metal pole went through the middle of my stomach, so that means I don't have a lot of time left before I pass out again.

A swarm of drones on my left floated closer and closer towards the tracks. Inside it, a familiar red and blue spiderling was struggling. He was wrapped up in whatever nightmare they had conjured up for him.

"PETER, RUN!!" I attempted yelling, though only gasps came out of my mouth.

He took a few steps back after trying to kick the air. I didn't have enough lung capacity to scream when the train collided with his body. He was pummeled by a fucking train.

Satisfied, Quentin rounded up the drones and walked back to his lair. For him, it was another less preoccupation to worry about.

How could he do that?

Now, instead of blood, tears were the ones falling.

Maybe my patheticness was the one who got the attention of a local passing by. With fear, she untied me. "Phone," I whimpered. She was going to call 112 (the Czech emergency hotline), but I insisted on calling someone else.

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"Oh my god, (Y/n)!" Happy yelled once he saw me. He landed on the fastest Stark jet he could bring, exiting with a wheelchair to push me inside.

"I need... Peter. F-find Peter! P..." I tried to bring myself up, but I felt too weak to stand on my knees by myself.

"Calm down. Let's get you checked first. Y-you... oh, Tony would kill me right now!" He placed me on the chair carefully. "You're lucky (C/n)'s aid kit's installed."

My face lit up for a moment. "(C/n)'s here?" Knowing (C/n)'s program was running gave me tranquility.

The jet's door shut behind us. "Hello, (Y/n). I'll commence your diagnostics." A light blue light graced me. "Body scan complete."

"Don't sugar coat. H-how bad is it?" Using Happy's support as momentum, I placed myself in the hospital bed on the back. Taking deep breaths, I hoped nothing was mortal or broken.

"No organs were severely damaged. Bruised rib, as well as the legs. Cut on the right temple. Breathing's jagged. Vitals slightly above average," her monotone voice reported.