Wilted (Peter Parker x Reader)

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Narrator

"Get off of me!" You screamed dramatically as you thrashed around, trying to break free from the brambles and bushes that clung angrily to your clothes and skin. You had been crossing some sort of creak or marsh and almost couldn't make your way through the dense wildlife that seemed to replace itself every time your skin killed it.

You were standing in one spot on the edge of the water for what seemed like hours, just trying to make it a few feet. Every second you wasted in one spot was another second they were closer to you. You were basically trying to walk through hedges. Your body had managed to make it one inch further before you were wrapped up again, the thorns slicing and stabbing your ankles as they withered away.

It was beginning to feel like you were trapped in a web, and a quick memory of Peter flashed into your vision, causing you to close your eyes tight as your head began to pound immensely.

'What do they call you?'

'Spiderman. Does that mean anything to you?'

'Should it?'

"No!" You shouted out wildly as a burst of anger exploded from you, feeling like you had jumped into a pot of boiling water. It was a sudden harsh burn but disappeared before it hurt. Your skin quickly felt normal again, like nothing had happened at all.

Something in you always remembered Peter, but nothing knew where from.

Your eyes opened as you suddenly noticed you felt freed from the brambles. Taking a look around, you were awestruck at yourself. That big explosion had caused everything within a few yards of you to wither and die, looking like a ball of fire had hit and gone out. Your path was clear. You let out a long sigh of relief as a smile took over your face. You had been worried that you were losing strength from being locked up but you were happily wrong. You felt stronger now than ever before.

Taking a look around, you noticed the amount of growth your power has taken on since you started to remember the past, and it always had something to do with Peter.

'I know you.' His voice bellowed in your head, wiping the smile from your face quickly.

You wiped your (arm/sleeve) across your face, smearing away the blood that had trickled out during your once again painful memory, and began walking again. Your feet crunched the leftover sticks and rocks and you let your arm hang loosely beside you.

Your fingers lightly grazed the tips of flowers, long grass, and even some tree branches, leaving you sickly humming as each of the plants crumpled to waste. You felt at peace by yourself, even more so than when you were taking the lives of deceivers. As long as there was distance between you and that prison, you were okay.

You didn't know what your plan was. If you were being honest with yourself, you never expected to get out of that place at all. There was no past, no future, it was just the present. And in the present, you were caged.

No, you didn't have a plan, and it felt nice for once.

*

Your legs ached in a way you enjoyed; Not from being cramped up in a little cell but from walking for so long. The sky was finally beginning to darken and a little piece of you felt pride in the fact that you had escaped for a whole day this time; Unlike when Ironman body tackled you into unconsciousness the first escape.

Your ears caught the sound of a small trickle, and you followed the sound to a crystal clear stream of water. It landed in the middle of the flat area you had been following for a while now, in a small valley between some large hills- not big enough to be mountains but too big to be a riverbank.