𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖗-
The human mind is really the scariest thing of all.
There was once a girl who vowed she would save everyone in the world, but forgot herself.
Avengers book
Peter Parker x reader
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The place Peter sent me looked abandoned. Half the windows were broken, the walls faded with time. It was the kind of place ghosts might hide.
"Peter!" I called out as I landed, running toward him.
"Hey, hey" he said, hugging me quickly. "thank you for coming. I know it's dangerous with the whole-" he starts
"Peter, it's fine. I'll be okay" I pulled back, eyeing him. "What the hell are you wearing?" I ask
He looked down at himself. "Uh.... my old suit" he said
I raised a brow. "Right. Bold choice" I said
"Come on, you can insult me later" he said, already moving.
"Oh, I will" I muttered, following.
We step inside. Adrian Toomes- Ann's dad- stood at a desk, calm like he'd been expecting us.
"Hey!" Peter called out. "Surprised?" He adds
Toomes smiled faintly as he turned to face us. "Oh, hey, Pete. Bella- sorry, Elizabeth. I didn't hear you come in." He said
My jaw clenched. "It's over. We've got you." Peter said firmly.
Toomes chuckled. "You know, I gotta tell you, Pete. I really, really admire your grit. I see why Ann likes you. I do. When you first came to the house, I wasn't sure. I thought, really? But I get it now." He said
Peters voice cracked slightly. "How could you do this to her?" Peter asks
"To her?" Times shook his head. "I'm doing this for her." He said
"Yeah, right" I mutter.
Peter shot a web across the room, pinning Toomes hand to the desk.
"You kids are young. You don't understand how the world works." Toomes said calmly.
"Yeah, but we understand that selling weapons to criminals is wrong." Peter snapped.
Toomes eyes hardened. "How do you think your buddy Stark paid for that tower? Or any of his little toys? Those people... Those people up there, the rich and the powerful, they do whatever they want. Guys like us, like you and me, they don't care about us. We build their roads and we fight all of their wars and everything, but they don't care about us. We have to pick up after 'em. We have to eat their table scraps. That's how it is. I know you know what I'm talking about." He said.
Peter's brows furrowed. "Why are you telling us this?" He asks
"Because I want you to understand. And..." his tone shifted, eyes flicking toward the ceiling. "I needed a little time to get her airborne." He said
Before either of us could move, the wings came to life- slicing through the air.
