𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞² || 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

home is a person - five

a/n - please voteee

THWIP! y/n grabs her web, swinging through the city of la. "nearby units respond. officers needed in koreatown."

y/n follows the waypoint. she needed to get used to this city. 

she lands behind a group of men in masks, attempting to rob into a store quietly. she walks up to one of them, brushing her hands on her hips. she taps one of the shoulder, and he quickly turns around. y/n smiles as she sees his shocked and scared facial expression. "surprise! don't worry, you aren't dreaming. i think i landed in the wrong city, though. can you help me get back to new york?" y/n asks, tilting her head to the side. she smiles as he starts to fire his rifle, his friends doing the same.

y/n turns around once she hears police sirens stop. she waves to the two policemen who get out of the car, holding their pistols and aiming it at y/n. "don't worry, it's all under control," y/n says, "nie to. meet you guys. la's quite the city, huh?" "what're you doing here?" one of them asks, chuckling in disbelief. "oh, i moved here," y/n says, "figured i'd let another city have me for a bit." "my kid loves you," the other one says, "just wait till she hears about this." "well, we can get a picture," y/n suggests.

she smiles under her mask, putting a peace sign up as the two policemen post for one of their phones. "i must say, you guys are a lot better than the cops in new york," y/n sighs after the photo, "god, a lot of them were assholes!"

y/n feels a tingle at the bottom of her skull and ringing in her ear as she swings, grunting as she feels a sharp pain through her stomach. she lets go of the web from impact, and she falls into an alleyway. 

y/n squeezes her eyes shut, groaning, "man, fuck." she looks down at her bloody hands, bloody stomach. "there she is!" a man yells. oh god. y/n pushes herself up, looking at the group of men charging at her with guns and knives. "this isn't a nice welcome to your city, boys," y/n sighs.

y/n places her hand on the window to support herself, pulling it up. she drops inside, feeling her body in a world of panic. she slides the suit off, getting the effort to drop it into her duffel bag.

y/n stumbles into the bathroom, pushing the door closed. she drops onto the floor, searching through the cabinets.

olivia furrows her eyebrows as she hears noises coming from the bathroom. she gets out of bed, opening the door. her eyebrows raise as she sees a light trail of blood into the bathroom.

olivia pushes her door open. "oh my god," olivia covers her mouth from screaming as she sees the state of y/n. y/n was sat against the counter, on the floor. she had a few bullet holes in her, scratches, blood. "y/n, what the fuck?" olivia whispers. "it's fine, liv. liv, it's fine," y/n whispers, "it's okay." "it's not fine, or okay," olivia says, "oh my god, i can't even look."

olivia looks away as y/n starts to stitch herself up. "didn't think you'd have this stuff in your house," y/n says. "yeah, well... my dad's a neurosurgeon. super big on physical health. this won't go well with him." "then we won't have to tell him," y/n says.

"help me up, liv," y/n says. olivia stands up, putting a hand to y/n. y/n takes it, and olivia pulls her up. y/n breathes out as she stands up. "what happened, y/n?" olivia asks, "did you get jumped? holy fuck..."

"you have to promise not to tell anyone," y/n says, "not your parents, not your friends." olivia puts her pinky out, and y/n wraps hers around it. "come on," y/n whispers. 

olivia follows behind y/n as y/n walks into her room. she groans as she bends down, picking something up. olivia stops walking as she sees the red and black suit.