THE RED WIDOW// peter parker x reader

TWENTY

You've kissed a handful of people in your life.
No one willingly or out of pure passion.
Not that you could feel passion.
But mostly for missions, with your group or back at HYDRA.

They put you onto sexual missions since you hit puberty for all you could remember. The second you looked old enough to attract your prey, you were ready.
From seducing them to a cheap motel room to kill them silently to standing in only lingerie under a trench coat in the middle of the street to get them into a quiet alley and take them to the base.

You've kissed dozens of lips, yet nothing felt like this.
Nothing felt like anything, honestly.

But now, now you've felt everything.

You felt yourself freezing at the sudden sensation that wrapped around you, making you feel unguarded and dozy.
Your heart was about to beat out of your chest, and your chest started to burn but not in an unpleasant way.

It took you a moment, and your body almost reacted itself in a way you won't let yourself imagine. Instead, you forced yourself away, pushing Peter with force onto a tree that was three feet behind him, making him groan in pain when he fell down. You walked over, feeling the anger and distress filling your mind and taking over.
It wasn't your fault when a hard punch met with Peter's face. Nose, to be specific.

"Hey- ow! Fuck!" Peter crawled back until his back hit the tree, waving you off quickly to stop you from throwing a second punch.
Peter could hold you back. With a lot of his focus but he knew he could, even if it's for a little while. But he knew it would just make you angrier.
"Please - I sorry! I'm sorry, i don't know what took over me- please-"

His words were spilling out of his mouth desperately, and the sound of his cry made you go back to your senses.
You clenched your jaw in anger, still progressing what just happened and took a step back.
Your vision started to get blurry, and your mind felt dizzy like you were drunk from the air itself.
"Don't fucking tell anyone what just happened or I will cut your fucking throat and make a fuck puppet out of it and ship it to your fucking aunt" you threatened, grabbing peter by the collar of his shirt before pushing him back in frustration.

Even with the slight height difference, you scared the shit out of Peter, making his blood run out and turn his face pale.
He swallowed slowly and nodded.
"I- uh, I promise I don't know what took over me. I guess I was excited to see my aunt and thankful and-" Peter stuttered as he tried to explain himself, more for his own sake than yours.
Because why the fuck would he kiss you.

But you cut him short, pulling you mask down to cover your face. "Shut your mouth. You're running home. Remember, two far away would make your insides go outside." And with the loud roar of your engine, you took off.

The second peter heard the quick beep from the cuffs he swifted the boxes off the ground and chased you quickly to not join his uncle in the grave.

Peter was way beyond breathless when you two finally got to the alley.
Hands on his knees and head down fully as he tried to catch up in his breath while you closer the secret door in the alley and locked your motorcycle inside safely.
The whole drive, you tried your best to explain your own reaction to what just happened.
You've never felt anything like it. Ever.
You've never felt anything, really.
But this feeling was crippling up your spine all the way to your head and made you feel weirdly warm.
You must be sick. Or infected from something. Maybe the drugs you sold got stuck to you jacket. Maybe it's just because he caught you off guard which never happens.

But nothing really made sense.

And it only made you go even crazier.

Peter looked up at you slowly, debating with himself if he should say something.
"Y/n im really sorry, I promise I'm not like this I don't know what happened I'm confused myself and-"