Look for the girl with the broken smile,
Ask her if she wants to stay a while.
Spider-Man: Homecoming-No Way Home / 2024
Peter Parker x Fem!OC
By @KLTROSIES
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The sterile, white walls of the Facility were the only home X-23 had ever known. They were cold and unyielding, like the people who ran it. In the beginning, she didn't understand what she was, only that the pain never stopped. Her first memory was of the bright, clinical lights blinding her as she blinked into consciousness. She was not born into the world with love or tenderness—she was forged in blood and steel, created from the remnants of another's tragedy.
At ten years old, she was dragged into the operating room, her small frame struggling against the powerful arms of the Facility's guards. She had been through countless procedures, endured unimaginable pain, but this time, something felt different. The air in the room was thick with anticipation, the kind that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.
Dr. Zander Rice, the man who oversaw her creation, stood at the head of the operating table, his face impassive as he watched the guards strap her down. The cold metal restrains bit into her skin, securing her wrists and ankles so tightly that she couldn't move. Not that it mattered—she knew there was no escape. Not from this.
"Prepare the subject." Dr. Rice ordered, his voice clinical and detached.
The medical team moved with precision, their faces hidden behind masks, their eyes expressionless. Her heart pounded in her chest. She shivered from the cold and from the fear that gnawed at her insides. She tried to keep her breathing steady, to block out the terror, but it was no use.
Dr. Rice approached her with a syringe filled with a dull yellow liquid. He inserted the needle into her arm, injecting the fluid into her bloodstream. She recognized the sensation—it was a paralytic agent, one that would keep her still but leave her fully conscious and aware of everything that was about to happen.
"Don't worry, X-23," Dr. Rice said, his tone almost mocking as he spoke to her. "This will ensure you don't move during the procedure. We wouldn't want any accidents, now would we?"
Her muscles began to stiffen, the drug working its way through her system with alarming speed. Her limbs went limp, her mouth refused to move, and soon, she was completely immobilized, unable to even blink. But her mind was fully alert, her senses sharp. She could feel every drop of sweat on her skin, hear every click of metal instruments being prepared.
Dr. Rice's eyes glinted behind his glasses as he pulled on a pair of gloves. "Today, we're going to make you even more special," he said, his voice dripping with false sweetness. "Your claws have served you well, but it's time we gave them an upgrade."
X-23 was not stupid. She knew what he meant. The claws that had been her primary weapons since being created—those deadly extensions of her bones—were about to be altered, forever. She knew what that alteration entailed: adamantium.
The hardest, most unbreakable metal in the world. The same metal that coated the skeleton of the man whose DNA has been used to create her—Wolverine. But this procedure wasn't about making her stronger. It was about control. It was about turning her into an even more lethal weapon.
