The unwanted Daughter [reader x Peter Parker]

Chapter 2 - Freedom

It's another day that isn't in freedom. How surprising, you think.

You dress yourself in the clothes that were laid on the toilet seat while you were asleep. It's something you've tried for so many times that you can't remember the exact number anymore - staying awake to catch the person who gives you those clothes every night. It has no use, because even if you're not tired you always fall asleep. It's fucking suspicious, but there's really nothing you could do about it.

After putting on those clothes you brushed your teeth, combed your hair, and made it into a tight ponytail. Then you wait for your order to get breakfast.

It's the same as always - not really tasty, but it's not like you got another choice. You take your pills, and put your contacts in like the good girl you are. Note the fucking sarcasm. You can't wait for the day when you'll finally get to go.

Suddenly a door flies open, and you flinch the hardest you've ever flinched. Then you see the woman, that you came to associate as your mother, entering the room. It's weird; you've always wanted to see her again when you were little, but now that you actually get to see her you feel absolutely nothing.

"What are you doing here?" You ask, since it doesn't make sense. She left so many years ago - just like your father did to you and your mum. Why would she just come back now?

She sits across from you, "Happy birthday, Y/N." A smile spreads across her face. It looks weird; she never used to smile at you when you were younger. It's also the first time that someone mentions your name.

"Birthday?" Is was what you decided to ask since you've never heard of it.

"It's celebrated when someone turns one year older and you're turning 17 today." She explains almost monotonously.

"Why are you here?" You repeat your question and cross your arms in front of your chest.

"You got so big." She tries to reach out to you, but you just lean further back.

"I guess that happens on birthdays."

She just keeps smiling. It's getting kind of creepy now. "Do you remember what I told you when you were young?"

Even if you did, you wouldn't want to go down memory lane with her. "No."

"You can now meet your father." She tries to reach out again without success.

"My father?" You scoff, "why would he want to see me? You've said he didn't want me."

It's something she kept repeating, the story of how you got there and why no one comes to get you back. You never wanted to hear it, because it always made you feel nauseous and angry, but she didn't care. You hate your father for leaving your mum when she found out that she's pregnant. She died while giving birth to you, just because of all the stress she had because of their break up.

"Oh Y/N, he doesn't even know that you exist." She coos. You just want her to stop cooing.

"But you told me-" you start, but she interrupts you.

"I know what I told you." She says harshly, and you fight the urge to flinch again. "Your father didn't actually know that your mother was pregnant."

There's a few seconds of silence and she just keeps staring at you. "Well, I don't give a fuck and I don't want to meet him."

She retreats her hand that was laying on the table between you two. Her smile seems forced and way too kind. You think that you maybe can see her eye slightly twitch.

"You don't have a choice, Y/N." The way she says it is way too kindly and it creeps you out. "We don't want you here anymore."

You gulp and before you could've said anything else, she's already making her way out of the cafeteria. You stare after her, just waiting until the door she came through closes again, but it never does.

You realise that it's your way to freedom and then you realise that you're actually meant to go through there.

Slowly, and on shaky legs - you would never admit that to anyone - you make your way to that door, and when you step out someone grabs you roughly and yanks you away.

You are tuned around so that you're now faced with a man that's clad from head to toe in black. He even has a black face mask and his blue eyes bore into yours. When you let your gaze wander, you see that he has a metal arm.

"Listen, and listen carefully," he starts, "HYDRA made a story up for you. I found you when I stormed another one of their bases and found out that you're Stark's daughter."

He shows you a file with Y/N Romanov written on the front page. You wonder if it's a fake one.

"You will not lose one word about this, or what they've done to you here. They simply kept you alive and you worked for them." He looks at you expectantly.

You simply nod to show him that you understand.

"Take these," he shoves two packages in your hands; your pills and contact lenses, "I'll come by every once in a while and bring you new ones."

With that he grabs you by the shoulder, and drags you in front of him until you're outside.

"Put this on." He gives you a helmet and you put it on obediently.

When you're both seated on his motorbike, you finally allow yourself to speak. "What's your name?"

"James Buchanan Barnes." Then he takes off.