Don't Let the Spiders Bite (MaleSpidermanReaderXMarvel)

Chapter 38: Evolution

Wanda: I'm gonna fucking kill her!!!

  Pietro holds onto Wanda, trying to hold her back as she tries to break free from his grasp.

Wanda: Of all the things, why the fuck him!?!? What kind of fucking idea is this?!

Pietro: Relax, we won't have to wait too long. It's just a temporary partnership.

  Wanda slicks her hair back, trying to catch her breath.

Wanda: That's it! I'm getting him right the fuck now!

Pietro: We can't yet. Mystique is gonna gather all of us together so we can rescue him.

Wanda: Us faking a rescue isn't gonna get him on our side! So this is why Mystique never told us this dumb, stupid, idiotic fucked up plan!

Pietro: We'll get him back. This is only a small partnership. Mystique drugged him to get him under. We send him to Sinister, and then we rescue him.

Wanda: Do you even know who we're talking about? It's fucking Sinister!

  Pietro didn't want to show it, but even he was worried about you. The only thing they could do now was wait for their next moves to save you.

  Little did they know, there was a darker undertone to this story.

  Elizabeth ran into the house with tears in her eyes. She holds her hands to her head, breathing heavily as she struggles to calm down.

Elizabeth: (Y/N). For the love of God, where are you? I can't feel you!

  She sits on your bed as she thinks it over in her head, trying to focus on your mind. Unable to feel anything.

  She gets a call on her phone as she stands up, trying to calm down as she answers the phone.

Elizabeth: Hello?

Kurt: Any luck?

Elizabeth: No, it's like trying to find him in a fog. This doesn't get any easier.

Kurt: The professor is also searching, but nothing yet.

Elizabeth: Okay, I'll be looking for him as well. Tell me if you get anything, and hopefully we find him.

  She ends the call as she sits down on your bed, trying to focus on your presence to find you. As she focused, the suit wormed it's way onto the bed, unbeknownst to her.

  Meanwhile, in a rundown building, deep in the lower levels, howls of pain echoed throughout the room as you felt the drills in your back. Two at the shoulder blades, and two more at the lower part of your back.

  You felt like something was being pumped deep into you, like molten liquid. It burned your veins as you felt something stab into the back of your neck.

Sinister: You are an interesting specimen. Seems there is more to you than just telepathy. Lucky for you, I don't have a lot of time to play with you.

  You clench your eyes, feeling a burning sensation overtake them. Your veins protrude through your skin as you try your hardest to get yourself free.

Sinister: Honestly, I was not expecting such a refined subject. You're truly a scientific marvel. Your DNA is already altered by outside sources. The way it mixes with your already mutant DNA, you have the makings of a perfect weapon.

  Your head is lifted up, blood lightly dripping down your mouth and from the palms of your hands from the pain.

  Sinister walks over to you, grabbing you by the face as he holds something up to your forehead