Rundown (Spiderman x Reader) (II)

78. Sympathy

Honey, I know your act, when you're sending it back don't come bitchin' to me
Who said love is just a sacrifice was a man in need of sympathy
It sure don't take too long to realize that you ain't getting none from me

We hurried to the address Ned and MJ sent us. "It looks like she's inside the bank."

"Be careful, guys. She has hostages," Ned warned.

As if on cue, one of the people from inside sprinted with her tied hands in the air, eyes bawling and constant sobs. Shaking, she fell on her knees in front of us. Fortunately, Peter caught her. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Are you okay?"

It took every particle of strength of her to formulate the words properly. "She's a... she's asking to s-speak to you, Peter. Alone."

We both looked at each other. No time to waste in this kind of situation. "Go," I commanded. He nodded, rushing inside. I rubbed the woman's shoulder for support. "The bad part's over. You're safe now."

"Please hurry, my daughter's still inside," the woman pleaded before we lost sight of Peter.

My heart sank, but I had to be braver so she wouldn't panic. I squeezed her hands. "She'll be in your arms in no time. We'll do the best we can."

I heard a faint beep in the comms. Looks like Peter had activated them to keep me in the downlow in case anything went sideways. We had no plan or idea of what we were about to deal with, but if she was asking to meet at a bank and was bold enough to send an innocent person as a messenger, then we're dealing with crazy.

After some shuffling, applause echoed on the other side of the comms. "Ah, just the man I wanted. Peter Benjamin Parker!" Despite her voice echoing in a high pitch and a happy way, the way she spoke came out in such a bleak, bone-chilling tone.

"Ma'am, please drop the gun so we can talk without risking innocent lives. Please."

I heard gagging from the other side. "Who are you calling 'ma'am'. Petey, it's me!"

"I think you've mistaken me for someone else," Peter said referring to our multiverse fiasco. She's definitely from another world.

"No, no, it's definitely you. Same red tights, same googly eyes coming out of their sockets, same terrible sense of humor. I've been looking all over the city for you, honey!"

"...you have?"

Her voice became clearer and clearer. In other words, she was approaching my boyfriend. "Don't pretend you don't know me. C'mon, let's get out of here, babyyy. We can go to that restaurant we've always wanted to go to. Then we go to your place, all romantic style. You were your highest suit and I wear my tightest suit—"

I didn't wait for a second longer. I don't care if she only wanted Peter, I'm not gonna let her hurt him. So I burst into the room with the intent of prying off her dirty hands from roaming all over his body. "Hey, lady. I'm not sure if you're aware, but he's taken. So back off."

Eyeing me up and down, she quirked an eyebrow in amusement. "Another Killer Bee? Well, that's something you don't see every day."

"A-another?" And that's when it harshly hit me. "You're... Are you (Y/n)?"

The woman bowed. "In the flesh."

She looked completely different from me. Although her suit had similar yellow, black, and blue tones, the pattern differed. Instead of having a drawing of them, two small, real wings sprung out of her shoulder blades. Her face was not covered, permitting the huge collection of old scars, bruises, and wounds to unfold; she'd been fighting wayyy longer than me.