Be There For You {Book Two}

Reveal

*Carrying on my loves, hope you're on the edge of your seat- or at least still care. Anyway, how are you guys? I won't do my update on my life but its all still a bit rocky and things have happened that I need to navigate through before I can feel comfortable to share. I hope everyone had a happy Easter and is enjoying the sunshine that's started to join us. Love you all! P.S I'm sorry its short!*

No One's POV

"You."

"Me."

It was not all going to be okay.

Horrifyingly, his face grew into a smile which Peter knew well, however not this side to it. The sound of his own heartbeat made its way to his eardrums. Fitting every piece of literature Peter had ever read about a shocking reveal, he felt his blood run cold. Every fibre of his being felt wrong, so, so wrong. Not him. Not him. Not him.

"You." Peter repeated himself, except now he sounded despite.

Bruce Banner's smile grew even wider, "Me."

Peter felt sick. The man he grew up idolising, spending all his pocket money to read his newest piece of research, the man he aspired to be, was the one who did this to him. The doctor wasn't some random evil scientist that fit the description of a traditional super villain that Peter expected him to be, it was a nerdy scientist that lived with Peter and did science trivia with him after dinners. Bruce hung around him, his daughter, his brother, his boyfriend, and his parents all while knowing what was going to happen. Bruce Banner wrote him letters demanding he leave everyone. Bruce Banner is the reason he's back here. But how? He is not old enough to have been in charge the first time Peter was here; so, what made him so powerful now?

The biggest question Peter had was why?

"Why?" He asked.

Bruce sighed, smile never truly leaving his face. He was enjoying this. He had been waiting. "Why what, Peter? Why am I not at the tower being a being old scientist? Why aren't I on the moral high ground? Why you?"

No words left his now stinging throat, but his head nodded slowly.

"Well why don't I do my super villain monologue about my past and journey up until this very moment? How does that sound?"

Peter did not respond.

Bruce uncrossed his arms and started to pace, using small hand gestures with a pen from his pocket to emphasis his words. "God, where to start?" He smiled at Peter again, "I have to admit, I'm sorry, that it did not all start with you. My journey here started quite a bit ago. I am a very intelligent and accomplished scientist, but no one looked at me twice until it all went wrong, and the Hulk was created. My books didn't get deals until I was labelled an Avenger, even then it was off the back of Tony's name. No one cares about a scientist who stands in the shadow of his roommates."

At this point Peter's shock was calming down and he regained control of his body. Slowly, he backed away from the man in front of him just enough that if it went wrong, he could gain the high ground.

"-and so, my little hankering for attention grew. Pathetic really. But from there I grew, and my craving grew into power. I wanted the gain the respect and power they all had, that Hulk had, by being Bruce Banner. However, all that went south when Natasha turned her attention onto me. Maybe it was suspicion for the small things that had been going on, maybe she was just tired of that idiot who claims to be her best friend- you can't tell with that woman. Either way she made me feel seen. With her I felt truly valued, as if I weren't just the man who was used for his green side. But that bitch-" Peter clenched his fist, "-sat me down after I asked her to join me for dinner and told me that she only saw me 'as a friend and colleague'."

Bruce laughed, running a hand through his growing greasy hair.

"Oh, it was obvious. I knew she didn't as the oh so high and mighty Rogers warned me before hand, "seen it up close" he had said. But it was obvious who was truly behind it. Behind the decision to no longer see the real me, that useless bird that she seems too fond off. Interesting really, that a woman so talented and could go so far, so powerful, chooses to entertain herself with someone so below her. Below me." Bruce rolled his eyes, "Now, my next move was a mistake, I recognise it as one. Though I waited until the right moment, long enough no one would wonder. When they were all distracted over the child that wizard and alcoholic adopted, I cooked breakfast. Something I didn't foresee was how Barton knew Natasha too well, he knew she didn't like the eggs on her plate and swapped them before I could stop it. It was a surprise she was able to be awake for as long as she was, made it to the restaurant later. Maybe I should have stepped in but the look on Barton's face was better than seeing him hooked up to machines, two birds with one stone."

Bruce had poisoned Natasha all those months ago. It was his fault. It was his fault she was hurt; it was his fault they all wanted him dead.

"So, there I decided to leave it. It wasn't working. But luckily for me, there was a new player to the game. A certain small spider swung into the picture. Someone no one knew about, someone even SHEILD wanted because they couldn't figure out where he had obtained his power. So, there I found my new project. It took a month for me to find a drunken Skip who had told me off a little boy he used to baby sit, but the big secret that broke my case was the fact that this little boy wasn't actually from where everyone said he was. No, this little boy was adopted but not from an agency, he was adopted from running away from a "big metal box" as he described it. Taking my new lead, I dug around all the SHEILD files to find my information and from there I made my contacts. Which leads me to now, with everyone under me and within my power. I sorted all this out, for you. I am the most powerful man that doesn't have a name. All by Bruce Banner."

The pacing stopped and his eyes were fully trained on Peter.

"What'd you think?"

All the words Peter wanted to say died. Adrenaline decided to take over and Peter lunged at Bruce. His clenched fist made its way around to try and make contact with the jaw of pure evil however it was stopped by almost mechanical fists.

"Oh, yes, sorry, I forgot to mention my little experiment. With my power I created this." Bruce gestured around the room to all the floating bodies, "My pets are alive, as I'm sure you have guessed, but they're also here to look after you. Maybe I'll bring them out to play soon. For now, I'll let you enjoy the rest of your Christmas."

The previously dead bodies wrapped their arms around Peters and lifted him up. The real-life zombies seemed to be much taller than him and his feet barely scrapped the floor as he writhed in their arms to try and break free. They started to walk towards the exit and Peter started yelling, desperately trying to twist his head around, yelling and kicking his legs. Somehow, over the noise Peter was creating out of protest, Bruce's new words carried clear as day over to Peter's ear: "Don't worry, Romanoff. Now I'll let Mr Westcott give his gift to you now. Enjoy your evening."

Desperate cries left Peter's throat. Not again. No, no, no, no.

Skip, Bruce, and May smiles played across his mind before he was once again shoved into his cell with the one person he couldn't fight.

*Hello Q :) *