THE RED WIDOW// peter parker x reader

TWENTY FIVE

You've been functioning on auto pilot.

You don't remember much from earlier tonight after the first part of your performance.
Blurred pictures of faces and familiar places that popped randomly, a mix of sounds, voices, and ringing is all you could count from the passing few days.

You've never thought someone could shake you to your bone.

Of course, you've thought of a scenario where you'd meet someone from your past. It's all you could think about in the first couple of months.
But you've never thought it would be like this.
You've never thought it would be him..

You thought you moved on from the literal hell.
You were certain that nothing from this place but dreams will hunt you.

You've thought, you were not more than a cruel shell of a human.
Broken into feeling nothing at all to the point of complete numbness.

Yet to your surprise, the second the click of your lock echoed in your empty room signed that you're finally alone. Far away from the noise.

The second you were off duty, it hut you like a bricked wall.

You let out a shaky breath and forced yourself to straighten up, biting down harshly on your tongue.

Everything is fine. He couldn't see you. You're at your base, far away from everything.

You try to think about that night's profits; about the screams of happiness that were all over the room when you finished counting, and that's was only the cash.
You try to picture the look on Tommy's face when Caleb handed her a beautiful vintage 'vivienne westwood' pearl necklace he managed to snatch from a woman's neck at the second blackout.

You needed to sleep.

With the images of your closet people's smiles, you felt yourself drift off to sleep on the cold hard floor, only a thin sheet-like blanket covering your shivering body and a bulky pillow under your head.

"Come on solider, come on, искупитель. Get your useless sack of misery and get the fuck up!"
Always so harsh with a thick accent. That's how you remembered him.

That's no way to speak to a child yet, no child should know how to fight a grown men either.

"Come on winter solider, killed so many like her, suddenly it's hard to fight one?"
He spat again, challenging the man in front of you to hit harder.

Only 12 and yet so old.

The tall man with the metal arm looked at you, as if he's begging for your forgiveness. Begging you to fight him back harder.

"I'm sorry doll"

If you weren't so focused on his you would've heard. It was a whisper. Barely that even.
The man was close to you, someone you knew who could relate and understand your complicated pain.

Only when he's not brained washed though.
Only then.

"I SAID FUCKING FIGHT HER YOU SHIT! She's a MONTER just like you. A murderer playing a part in tge devil's cleansing."

The look the man gave you.
If you could feel emotions you'd be fucking crushed. Scared. Pissing your pants.

But you were you.

And winter was winter.

"желание,-"

A threat.