Forgotten Memory | Peter Parker x Reader

chapter 16- The Truth

-Y/n's POV-

Stirring, my eye settle on the dim light resting above my head.

I'm trapped again.

My arms struggle against the leather tied tightly to my wrists and the hospital bed. My body shivers from the thin lining of a hospital gown.

Trying to burn the leather, I attempt to get free, to little avail. Shit, my powers are weird.

Stop panicking.

Footsteps near the door, so I drop my head, closing my eyes. The door opens and few moments go by until the restraint on my right wrist is freed by the human, so I take the opportunity.

Grabbing the man's throat, I throw him as hard as I can to the wall opposite, cracking it by his bodyweight.

I free myself and tip-toe to the door, listening for any people nearby.

Discreetly opening the door, I float forwards in order to make as little noise as possible.

I stop at an exit door, and slowly push it open, seeing hundreds of scientists and guards posted out front.

"Hey!"

I run.

I run as fast as I possible can.

I run to get away from them.

I land on the floor with someone's arms wrapped around me. Struggling, I smash their head into the ground scrambling up as more guards chase after me.

I push open a door, all eyes turning to me. I twist the handle of the door, but it's locked.

Before I can comprehend, a needle stabs my neck, liquid piling into my blood.

I fall to my knees.

"Oh, fu-"

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Forcing myself up, my wrist are free and my bed is... normal.

Again.

Shit. It's happening again.

Glancing around my room, everything is normal, and Peter is, again, almost naked. And I am, again, almost naked.

My wrists are bruised from the restraints and, when I look in a mirror, a small blot of dried blood is resting on my neck.

Evidence.

Finally.

"Y/n?" Peter calls, sitting up in bed.

"Did I sleep-walk again?" I ask, sarcasm thick in my voice.

"What?"

"I went to bed clothed, and now I'm almost naked. It's happening again. It's all happening again. I need to talk to my dad." I head for the door.

"Honey, don't you think you're exaggerating? I mean, I've been here all night and nothing happened."

"I'm not dreaming this. How many time do I have to tell you. Something is wrong and you won't listen to me!"

"Baby, I am listening. I swear I'm listening, but-"

"I sound crazy?"

"No. No, Honey."

"I'm trusting you with this and you think I'm crazy? Look at my wrists."

I pull my wrists forwards, showing him the red marks circling them. And I point at the blot of blood, letting him see.

He sighs, probably finding an excuse to this.

I place my palm on my forehead and pace around my room.