THE RED WIDOW// peter parker x reader

SEVEN

Peter was more than happy to take a shower. He was thankful you even let him stay alive long enough to take one.

When he got to the bathroom one of the guys, the one he didn't see yesterday, took the chain of his handcuffs and plugged it into a small metal pole that was connected horizontally to the wall "in ten minutes the system will suck in the chain, so you better be clean and covered by that time" the guy said and looked at peter "don't make any stupid choices man"

And with that he left.

After the guy locked the door from the outside peter wasted no time in stripping his clothes off (with much difficulty with the cuffs, ending up with his shirt torn) and into the shower, turning on the water.
The second he felt the warm water hit his face, he felt his muscles relax and expand, eyes closed and a small happy hum.
When Peter reached for the shampoo bottle, that's only when he let his thoughts wonder and let everything sink in.
He's being held hostage. By a bunch of people who looked his age. Who were insanely suspicious and private for homeless people. But they weren't really homeless considering he's in their house but they weren't with their families.
And they had weapons? And a chip? He had a chip in his neck right now.

Gosh he just wants to go home and gossip with Ned and study with MJ and have dinner with May.

God he's so screwed.

***

"So? Y/n did you make up your mind?" Caleb sighed as he walked over to you from the bathroom, crossing his arms over his chest, looking at you with his usual 'that's on you' look.

You shook your head lightly and pinched the bridge of your nose tightly "we cannot afford to be mistaken about him Caleb you know that."

He knew. He knew more than anyone.
"I know, but jojo did a background check and a DNA check. He's fucked up, both his blood and his life. We could use another guy. And he seems like he's shit at being homeless" his words made you clentch your jaw tightly, something you did as a tick whenever you heard the truth you didn't want to hear.

"Two days. Two days for everyone to agree. Two days for him to show he really deserves it." Fuck caleb and his kind heart.

"We got the tracker in him right? No matter what we'll be okay" Sam joined the conversion, nodding your head at you "think back when we got here G"

They better be right about him.

Peter was just pulling his pants up when the chain was sucked into the pole and tugged him forward, almost crushing his poor face against the wall. And like a clock, the bathroom door was unlocked and flown open.

"Thank you again. For letting me shower" he said kindly and looked down to meet your eyes, giving you a small hesitant smile.

"Are you allergic to anything?"

"N-no?"

"Are you asking me?" You raised an eyebrow.

"No I'm not allergic to anything- that I know of" he nodded quickly, moving his hands slightly.

You reached for the pole and plugged in the key, unlocking the chain before grabbing it in your hand "pasta for dinner. While you eat, think about a reason I should keep you alive" and you pulled him after you, not waiting for a reaction from him as you dragged him back to the training room.

Peter was surprised to find a mattress on the floor with a pillow and a blanket. He looked at the DIY bed and then at you "is that for me?"

"You'll be staying here until I'll decide what to do with you. You will not leave the room no matter what. You can knock twice when you need to use the restroom. All meals will be served to you when we make them. Got it?" You locked the door behind you after you both got into the training room, only now turning to face him.
Only now you could see how young he actually looks. He got this kind of innocent face with big brown eyes that normally cartoon characters would have, his hair was wet but healthy enough to see that he's healthy. Without the dirt on his face and dirty clothes he looked like Josh and Noah and Caleb. He looked like a normal guy.
Though he looked so tired.

Peter nodded lightly, shocked from the VIP treatment he gets from the people who's holding him hostage.
Somehow, being here, bewt up and tazed and all, it was much better than the homeless shelter. And he was grateful for what you did for him.
"I understand. Thank you again.."

Peter waited for you to say your name, but you weren't stupid "G. To you I'm G. And you will not call me unless you're dying and even if you fo, i do not promise to show up"

*****

"Anything new?" You asked jojo as you sat down next to her in front of the desk, looking at her as the computer light flashed her face.

You just came back from the training room, giving petet his dinner and went quickly to check up on the twins before you could let yourself rest. If you can call that resting.

"Nothing makes sense... he got spider DNA mixed with his.. whoever his dad was and whatever he did to him it was fucked up man" jojo shook her head and sighed deeply as her eyes kept moving on the screen "I don't think he can do anything but being unbelievably strop boss, I don't think he's lying" and coming from jojo, who's fast to judge, it means a lot.

"He's not stronger than y/n is he..?" Tommy asked softly from behind jojo, looking at the screen for a second and then at you.

You shook you head reassuringly "it's been proved that physically I'm the strongest creature on earth. You got nothing to worry about T" you stood up from your chair and patted Tommy's shoulder gently "I'm going to my room. Call me if you need anything" 

They both gave you a smile when you left to tell the others the same and close up in you room.

You were tired. You haven't slept yet, obviously. Watching your new hostage, taking care of the people and making sure you next mission, who is in almost two weeks is perfectly planned, took most of your time. You ate here and there thanks to Tommy and Noah who forced you to eat while you reread Peter's files but you didn't get to sleep. And even though you were exhausted and insanely sleep deprived, you needed to calm your nerves. Like you always did.

You sat on the floor of your room, untying the laces of your boots before pulling them out along with your socks, putting the socks in the small laundry basket Lily made for you and the boots in a neat line next to the rest of your shoes. Under you bed, you pulled out a box and a pair of point shoes that were too worn off but you will not open a new pair until this one rips out completely. Old red room habits.

No pads. No gell stickers. You did it with your raw skin. Just like you did it back then. And even if your past was extremely and unbelievably traumatic, you couldn't help but find ballet therapeutic.
Something about the combination of pain, grace and self control helped you focus. Helped you think. Helped you relax.

You tried the ribbon tightly around your ankles and straightened your legs, stretching yourself.
All those years of training, you didn't even need to stretch. The mix between 15 years of classes and the super serums made your flexibility beyond unbelievable.
Pushing yourself up, you walked carefully to the wall, holding on to the pole you had built there and straightened you back and tucked your stomach in, taking in a deep breath before getting up on your tiptoes on point.

Then the pain and tiredness made their thing and your body started to work on auto pilot mode.