the one where sh*t happens

Chapter Sixteen

*y/n pov*
"Y/n y/l/n. I've heard so much about you" a man in a cape came towards me and held my chin in his hand.
"Get your hand off me before I fucking bite it" I warned him.
He laughed so I leant forward and bit his wrist. He kicked me back, and I stared him dead in the eye as I spat his skin and blood back at him.
"You're a feisty one, y/n."
"Who are you?!" I demanded.
"I am Mysterio. And I will be the next Iron Man!" he declared.
I tried my hardest not to laugh.
"What? What's so funny?"
"M-myst-Mysterio!" I burst out, chuckling with laughter. "I'm sorry. No seriously, what's your name?"
He didn't say anything more.
"Oh so that's... that's your name. Ok. Ok then Mysterio..." I stopped myself from snickering "what do want with me? Why am I here?"
"Well like I said. I want to be the next Iron Man."
I couldn't stop myself from giggling again.
"Sorry, sorry. Go on..."
"I'm going to be the next Iron Man" he paused to give me an 'I'm going to kill you if you laugh again' look "and I need your help to stop someone that is getting in my way."
"If you want to be the next Iron Man, why don't you just do a bunch of nice shit for people?"
"Because my ways better."
"And your way is..?"
"Cause mass destruction using flying tech drones then come and save everyone as myself."
"Wow that's... really stupid. And I still don't understand where I come into all of this."
"You don't, really. You're just bait."
"Bait?"
Who tf for, I thought in my head. I knew no one, and no one knew me that didn't think I was dead.
"Yes, bait. See I mentioned that there was a person getting in my way, and he seems to know you. Very well."
"Impossible. Everyone I know thinks I'm dead. So it won't work."
"Ironic. He thinks your dead, and soon you will be. Him too."
"Why do I have to die?" I moaned at him. This seemed to be happening more than usual in just one lifetime. I mean, I don't think it happens to normal people. So why me?
"Because you know about my plan."
"Yeah, because you told me. If you left me out of it, that would be less blood on your conscience."
This guy seemed really stupid.
"I, that, uh. Be quiet!"
"I mean" I continued "could you not have just found another way to get this guy? Like, he thinks I'm dead, so you could have so left me out of this."
"I said be quiet!"
"To be honest, I don't think you really thought this through very well. I never had to have got involved at all. You just made things more complicated for yourself. And me."
"SHUT UP!" he pulled a gun on me and pointed it at my face.
My eyes widened in mocking shock. "Ooh. I'm so scared."
I stared at his eyes for a moment, then I asked "who is the guy?"
"Peter Parker" he smiled.
My face dropped. I was no longer smiling or teasing or mocking him.
"Not so funny now is it?" Mysterio grinned.
If Peter was in danger, I couldn't just sit back and let that happen. He thought I was dead, but this guy is obviously planning on telling him otherwise.
Knowing Peter, if he knew I was alive, he would fall for the trap. And we would both die.
I needed to get away from here, so that doesn't happen.
I slowly nodded at Mysterio.
"Ok" I said "it's Peter."
"Mhm" he nodded back "and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
I held up my hands, bound together with strong metal chains "no shit."
Mysterio walked off and I was left alone in the room.
I guess now was the time to escape.
I tried to force the chains off my hands and legs, but they wouldn't budge.
Someone walked through one door of the room, towards a door on the opposite wall.
"Hey!" I stopped them. "Hey! Yes, you."
"Hello? I don't think I'm meant to be speaking to you."
I rolled my eyes at him. "Look, I really need you to help me."
"Aha I'm not doing that" he looked down at my chains.
"No, I know that, I'm not stupid. I need you to just, y'know, help me to go to the, um. Well, is there a ladies room anywhere?"
"I don't think I can help you with that" he hurried over to the door and was about to open it and walk out.
"Cmon. I really need to go. It's not my fault. It's nature!" He didn't seem to care "Look man. Don't make me piss here on the floor. Who do you think the cape guy is going to make clean that up?" I raised an eyebrow at him, hoping it would work.
He hesitated, but took his hand off the door handle and came over to where I was sitting.
"God bless you" I thanked him, as he untied the chains around my legs.
I pushed my hands towards him suggestively and he laughed. "Yeah I'm not stupid."
I shrugged as I kicked him in the side and he doubled over. I stamped on his neck, not really giving a fuck about how much pain he was in.
"You are a bit" I grinned. I bent down and took his gun, and tried to shoot the chains off my hand.
After a couple of flawless shots, they broke off, with no injury to my hands in the process.
"Nice" I admired my work.
Then, I sprinted off to find my way out of there.