marvel one-shots

18. spiderman ; murder pt1

I look at my blood-covered hands. Then the red snow and finally at the man. His expression is grim, his eyes stone cold and open.

His mouth was open as he was begging me not to kill him, before I left a silver bullet in his skull. I gasp for air, weight sets on my chest and shoulders.

I look around the alley. The snow falls, unbothered by what I've done. I look at the street and sidewalk on my left.

People carry on, unknowing. Then a woman stops. She looks at me, then his blood, then at the pistol I dropped.

She screams and soon a crowd appears, staring at me as I stare back, wordless.

I'm scared of myself.

Then I feel hands around my waist and they pull me up, towards the roof.

I get there and look at the man that took me away, it's the famous Spider-Man.

"What the hell was that? Did you do that?" He asks through the mask.

I nod, my world spinning.

"Why? W-what could possess you enough to take someone's life?" He scolds me and paces. "He might have a family, friends. He could be a grandfather! And you just take his life-"

He pauses and looks at me, a cold tear drops and the wind sends shivers down my spine.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" he starts.

"Yeah you did." I focus on him. "But I was asking myself the same things." It's a struggle to take in oxygen, to blink, to spit words out. My legs give out. And I feel cold.

I fall on soft snow and he goes to my side. He pulls my jacket tightly around me.

"Focus on me, come on, focus on me. You're going into shock. I need you to breathe-" the world cuts out.

I wake up before I open my eyes. I'm being wheeled somewhere, by some people. I hear doctors talking and above all, I hear Spider-Man asking a million questions in regards to my health.

"Can you hear me?" a man asks, he's talking to me.

"Yeah." I say quietly, not opening my eyes. A door closes in front of me.

The bed sits up and I open my eyes. There's a doctor and spider-man in the room.

"Do you have a name?"

"Grace." I mumble.

"Grace, you killed a man today."

"I know." I say distantly. Watching Spider-Man. The doctor wraps a sleeve around my upper arm and records my blood pressure.

"You went into shock."

"I know."

"If Mr. Spider-Man," he says awkwardly, "didn't take you to us as soon as he did, your heart probably would have stopped."

I don't say anything, but look up at the grey-haired man. He nods.

"The police will be here in an hour to take you into custody and have a trial, stuff like that." He explains nicely. "But you're stable as of right now." The doctor leaves and Spider-Man stands.

"I just have to know, why?"

"He attacked me first. He had a gun against my head and told me that people like us shouldn't exist, and then I used whatever I've got," I look at my hands, "To get him off and I shot him."

"What've you got? You said you used 'whatever you got'. What's that? Do you have powers like us?" I looked at the eyes of the mask, they were white.

I didn't say anything.

"Do you have powers like us?" He questioned firmly and quietly.

I nod.

"We have to get you out of here." He says. "Tony'll know what to do." He mumbles in a hurry. He helps me up and pulls me down the hospital halls towards a closed window.

People stare at us and chase us, yelling for us to stop. His grip on my wrist is too tight. We don't slow down as we approach the window.

"Jump!" He yells and we both leap through the window, it shatters and we are falling towards the street. "Trust me." He says, holding my waist tightly. The wind licks at us, stinging my eyes.

He shoots a web and we sweep between buildings.

It's an amazing feeling: we repetitively fall towards the street, then at the last minute, we swing through the air like trapeze artists.

Soon enough, we approach the Avengers' Tower.

He breaks through another window and we tumble onto the ground of a living room, the famous avengers are gathered around.

"Um, Spider-Man, who's this?" I hear Tony's voice. Spidey stands and I lay my head back on the ground.

"Grace. Nice to meet you." I say to them, while looking at the ceiling. When I don't get a response, I sit up and look at them. They stare at me.

"She, um, she killed someone-"

"What?!" Tony gasps. "You can't bring murderers to our home, first it was Deadpool, now it's her..." He whispers and trails off.

"No, she's one of us!"

"So's Deadpool!" Tony says back at normal volume again.

"Just take a look at her, if you can't get her out of the cops' hands, then I'll take her there myself."

"Fine." Tony turns to me. "Grace? Let's take a look at you."