Wilted (Peter Parker x Reader)

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Narrator

You carefully watched Peter exit the room, eyebrows furrowed and tears drying as you let out shaky breaths.

"Take away your ability"
"Dangerous"
'"I know you"

His words rang in your ears over and over again, stirring confusion as you lowered yourself into a sitting position on the floor. You chewed your fingernails and slammed your eyes shut as different thoughts and things drifted in and out of your head.

"I keep calling you Y/n because that's who you were before this happened to you."
"Please talk to me.'"
"I can help you."
"Why won't you remember?"
"I believe you."

You wanted to believe he was toying with you for their gain but you had been ignoring the feeling in your chest for far too long. He knew you, and he knew you well. Otherwise, why would he be trying so hard? Something inside of you felt like you should remember him but you simply couldn't.

When you first arrived here, you even knew his name. You called him a liar. But why?!

He isn't like the other two. They want results, he wants answers. There was just something different there.

Your hand reached up and covered your mouth as you tried to make sense of your thoughts.

"What happened to me?" You whispered to yourself through your fingers, finally asking yourself the question everyone had been wondering. Whether you liked what you had become or not, you grew more and more curious of the things you didn't know.

With a deep breath, you thought back to the night you were caught. You remembered the flash that startled you, somebody took your picture. Where were you that night? Oh yeah, a strip club, where you successfully eradicated dozens of unfaithful men. Before that, smaller clubs and even people's houses. But, when did it all start?

A flash of a man outside of a corner store appeared in your mind. You quickly recalled the man that rejected your cry for help. Your small plea for pocket change for something to eat was denied by a man with a pocket full of cash. You remember the aching feeling in your stomach, and how hungry and desperate you felt.

You remembered him turning to leave, and grabbing his hand. You knew what you were doing then, you knew he was a liar, so he had to die.

A sharp pain interrupted your thoughts as it seemed to cut directly through them. You flinched and grabbed your head, cradling it as you tried to continue to remember.

That memory showed that you already knew about your ability, so what happened before that?

Continuing past the growing pain in your skull, you tried to retrace your steps before that man.

Flashes of New York, New York ripped into your vision. The image was far away, and soon disappeared into a farmhouse on the outskirts of the city. The pain in your head pulsed as the picture became more clear, and you watched yourself panic over the body of the lady on the floor.

"That lady..." You groaned through the pain. "I killed her"

In present time, you felt something wet drip over your lips and brought your hand up. With a simple wipe of the back of your wrist, you looked to see blood.

You squinted as the pain became unbearable and even the lights caused a red hot searing pain in your body.

This was a memory of the first "innocent" life you took.

A small spot on your neck began to burn, as if someone had stabbed a pen into it. You let out a quiet cry of pain and held your neck as another memory popped into your mind.