Peter's Protector

{16} monster

Peter's pov:

I hung up the phone after talking to Mr. Stark. I think I finally managed to find her. After a sleepless night and several hours of swinging through the city I found myself in front of an abandoned warehouse. If (Y/n) was here she'd probably joke about how cliché that was.

(Y/n)...please be okay.

I felt my chest tighten. What am I going to do if she's not here? What would I ever do without her beside me?

Not wanting to think about that any longer, I ask Karen if she could scan the building to see if anyone was inside. Her records suggested there had been past movements around the building, but overall it's been quiet.

I know she's here. I can feel it.

Ever since she left towards the parking lot my spider sense has been going crazy. I knew something was wrong, but right when I went after her she had already disappeared; like she was never there to begin with.

But standing in front of the warehouse I knew she had to be there. I could feel the hairs on my arm stand up.

Mr. Stark told me to wait for him.

I anxiously sigh and shake my hands around; fidgeting.

I can't wait another second. Not when it comes to her and her safety.

Not wanting to wait a second longer, I search for a discreet way to enter the building.

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(Y/n)'s pov:

Hours had passed but each second felt like an eternity. How am I going to get out of here?

The scientists were in the process of deciding what to do with me. Strucker's dead, my main purpose is gone. I was born in Hydra and I was meant to die in Hydra—doing whatever it took to protect him. But clearly his plan failed. I think some random robot took care of that...what a weird world I live in.

These guys looked like they were having a real field day. They couldn't take me with them, or well they could, but they know I won't go willingly. And even with their larger group compared to my party of one I'm still too dangerous to keep around. They could try to brainwash me like Barnes, but that would take years, especially when they had already trained me to not break under pressure like that.

They really set themselves up with that one, I hold back a laugh.

They couldn't kill me either, years of progress and experimentation would go right down the drain. In their eyes I was their little science experiment. Nothing more, nothing less. If they killed me they'd have nothing left. Especially knowing their precious mind stone is gone.

I look down, okay (Y/n), just concentrate. If you can create a shard of a shield you can rip apart your ties.

I glance back up, looking towards the guards and act nonchalant as I create a tiny shard. I move it up and down, the friction already making tiny slices at the bonds that hold me to my chair.

This is going to take a while. I can't make it obvious of what I'm doing, who knows what these a-holes would do.

The guards sit and do nothing, but make a point to fidget with their guns. It's a warning and a promise. They don't trust me anymore.

The lead scientist finishes his conversation and sits back down with me, saying, "Well, we are in quite the predicament, aren't we, (Y/n)."

I lean back a little, "I guess we are. You can't kill me, but you can't exactly let me live freely either now can you?"

"You're as observant as we expected you to be. Well, of course that's how we trained you."

"Oh I bet you miss those days," I glared, "I mean, you were in your prime weren't you? Young, smart, I bet you felt like you had the world in the palm of your hands; robbing a little girl of her life and childhood."

"You should be thanking us. We're the ones who gifted you your powers. You were nothing, but we made you something. Like the Gods we are we created life out of nothing," he sneered towards me.

"Oh shut it. You placed me in a room before the mind stone and decided to take all the credit. Like cowards you sat behind your stone walls and glass barriers while I, a child, did what you couldn't do."

I could feel the ties around me get looser. Just a little bit more.

The scientist suddenly slammed his hands onto the table, standing and pointing at me, "No. You are my experiment. My creation. Did you get the mind stone yourself? No. Did you train yourself? No again. All of your greatest accomplishments and feats were because of me. I'm Frankenstein and you're just the stupid little monster."

Suddenly something snapped. Whether it was the ties that held me down or just my patience I wasn't sure.

I took a deep breath.

"I'm just your creation? Your monster? Well, know the very thing you spent years working on, your greatest accomplishment is going to be the thing that kills you."

Before any of them had a second to react, I pulled my arms free and threw them forward, sending walls of force fields their way causing tables, chairs and themselves to crash and fall backwards.

I hold them there, stuck between my force field and the stone walls behind them, my glare never lowering. The guards were back up on their feet, on instinct firing their weapons at the energy shields before them. The glow of my hands lowered, I made my shields weaker—letting them crack under the pressure.

"Wait, stop!" someone shouted.

But it was too late.

The now glass like force fields shattered, turning into sharp, deadly shards. With a quick movement of my hands and arms I turn them in different directions, aiming them towards the group.

All out of ammo and any other options, we were at a standstill.

That was until I heard something above me.

I look up, a flash of red and blue speeds by and lands next to me.

"Spidey?"

"(Y/n)."

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Author's Note:

Guess who's back...back again 🕺

I know this was discontinued, but I just have so many ideas for this book that I had to come back to it! I'm so sorry I've been gone for so long, but I hope whoever may be reading this is safe, happy, and doing well.

-Star 💫