Rundown (Spiderman x Reader) (II)

70. Unbroken

I lie awake at night with dreams of devils shouldn't see
I wanna scream, but I can't breathe

I wish I could say it wasn't a big deal.

If hell had ever poured down into someone's life, the target and time would be us and now. Journalists wanted exclusives, news anchors begged for interviews, and assholes wouldn't leave us alone on the street.

We tried going out as Spiderman and Killer Bee, but they dumped green goo on us... amongst other insults. All because of Mysterio's die-hard fans. I swear, if they don't call themselves 'The Bubbleheads' or 'The Fishbowlers', they're wasting serious potential.

Investigations and speculations were going hard on who the hell could possible be behind Killer Bee's identity. Some people pointed it out to me, but nothing concrete. For example, I heard one of my favorite podcasts talking about it.

"Okay, so who do you think Killer Bee is?" one of the men pondered.

"It's gotta be one of his friends, right? There's a reason they worked together."

"My bets are on the Michelle chick."

"She seems loony enough. I heard she slept with—" I rapidly closed the tab. Yeah, they weren't that good anyway. I just hate-watched them.

A knock interrupted my lazy Sunday. "Federal agents. Open up!"

I pushed my slippers inside my feet, standing up to open the extra door lock I had recently installed. "Hello, gentlemen."

The main guy shoved his badge in my face. "(Y/n) Lang, we're the Department of Damage Control. We have a warrant for your arrest."

What a terrible deja vu. I grunted, rubbing the back of my neck. I played dumb by spinning a lock of my hair with my index finger. "My arrest? Can I ask what for?"

He placed his hand on his belt, showing the fact that he had a gun. "It's related to the Peter Parker trial. You'll hear more information when you come with us."

"... I get a lawyer?"

"Yes."

"A call?"

"Sure." The cop rolled his eyes.

"Whatever amendments apply to me? Y'know, because I didn't do anything?"

"Uh-huh."

I extended my arms sluggishly. "Ugh, fine. Just don't put the handcuffs too tight. I'm sensitive on the wrists."

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I tried hugging Ned and MJ, but the cops pulled me back. "You're not allowed to interact with the witnesses."

My lips twisted into a thin line. "Oh come on!"

They pushed them first into the hallway.

"Guys?" Peter was encased in a room with glass walls. Given he was the number one suspect, he was the first on interrogation. "Uh... they have nothing to do with this, sir."

"Don't say anything without a lawyer!" MJ and May screamed at the same time. Creepy.

Then they shoved me in the other direction. "(Y/n)!" Peter yelled, his eyes wide in panic.

I put on a fake smile. The last thing he needed was his girlfriend puking from anxiety. "I'm okay, love. You got this!"

They locked the door behind them. Imagine one of those typical interrogation rooms you see on police shows. We were in one of those. Yeah, even the two-way mirror on my right. "(Y/n) Lang. What is your relationship with Peter Parker?"