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I woke up but this time the room was pitch black except for the light that was coming from the now opened door. I could not feel my body or move it at all, the only good thing about not feeling my body was that I was not in pain anymore. But I still do not know what that thing they put in me will do, but I knew it could not be good because of hydra.
I tried to look around the room, but I could not see anything because of the darkness, I noticed that there was now a wheelchair right beside me. I spend forever just lying there, every couple of minutes trying to move my body but nothing.
Then I started to hear loud shouting and guns being shot from outside the room. After a couple of minutes of it, two men came running into the room and closed the door. They switched the light on, and it blinded me for a few seconds, I looked over at them and they were not wearing masks like the others so I could see the worry on their faces. Whatever was outside that room they were afraid of, and it was coming this way.
They said something in Russian to each other and then looked over at me laying on the table, but I could not understand it. They walked over to me, grabbed me, put me into the wheelchair, and put a hard drive into it. I think they were getting rid of everything on the laptop, they say more stuff again, but I was not paying attention, but I noticed a blackish/grey aura around them.
When they finished with the laptop, one of them took the hard drive and then smashed the laptop off the ground, then walked back over to me. The other one of them walks over to a bookshelf and pulls on of the books to reveal a door, moves the bookshelf, mores and open the door, and says something again to the man. I heard more screaming from outside the room, they were screaming something about a superhero, Was iron man here? Captain America? For sure I knew it was not Spider-Man.
They start to move me over to the door, and one walks into the corridor with me while the other one stays behind and closes the door behind us. The tunnel was dark and very dirty, we went through a long tunnel that led us up to a gate, he stops and walks over to this gate and takes a chain of like thousands of keys.
I guess he did not know which one it was because he was trying to use all of them. As he was distracted, I thought it be a clever idea to see if I could move anything, I started with my hands and I could move them a bit, then my feet and I could move them a bit.
After a couple of minutes of him trying every key, he finally gets the right one and unlocks the gate that leads us up to an elevator. To say I was confused would be an understatement, why the fuck was there a long tunnel then a gate just to get to an elevator.
He presses a button on the elevator and after a few seconds, the door opens. He wheels me into the elevator, but before closing, he says something into his walkie talkie, but he does not get anything back. I could tell he was starting to worry because the aura around him started to get darker and darker. "What's happening," I say, he just looks at me and does not say anything. He then says something again but one of the words was in English, he said something about a spider.
Was he talking about Spider as in Spider-man as in Peter Parker, was he here and how did he get here. But also, where the fuck is here? After a couple of tries on the walkie, he presses the G button, and the door closes, and elevator music starts to play.
I try to move my hand again and it moves, and the man doesn't notice, then I try to move my legs and it moves. I had full control of the bottom of my body. I needed to produce a plan to get away, but I did not have my powers, so I had to fight like a normal person.
The elevator door opened, and I just went to flight or fight mode not even caring about how much of my body I could move; I pushed the wheelchair as hard as I could, slamming it into the guy and knocking the gun out of his hand.
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Tangled Webs Of Love & Secrets (Peter Parker X Male Reader)
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