Transit (Peter Parker x Reader)

Chapter Twenty

The three were up all that night, rubbing off of barely any sleep. Piecing together a plan with their limited knowledge they made a decision.

Jake was worried, extremely worried. He had no idea what was to happen to (Name) when her father got his hands on her.
He was given his own room, coincidentally next to (name)s old one. Tony went off to who knows where as he laid on his bed staring at he ceiling. Despite being tired to the point of passing out, he couldn't fall asleep. The thoughts of 'what ifs' zooming around his mind. He was only broken from them when a knock banged on his door.
"Come in?" He said, watching curiously as the door slowly opened, revealing a tired Peter. Jake hadn't expected Peter to be like he was. Sure, (Name) was always talking about him, but as for how he felt about (Name)... he really cared for her. That gave Jake some sort of consolation.
"That girl, she's sure a handful." Was all Jake stated as Peter leaned against the door. He nodded, brushing his floof of hair away from his eyes.
"I hope he doesn't hurt her...." Peter said, before looking up and dealing out of his depressed state.
"She's a lot stronger then you left her. I told you both, she's unstoppable. But we can only hope he doesn't do anything to change that, or use it for the worse." Jake admitted, biting his lip as he went back to brainstorming.
"When we take down that facility in a couple days, hopefully we'll find her. If not, who knows what Tony has planned. If I know Tony, I know he'll get that girl back no matter what the cost. He's a weird but good guy." Peter said, attempting to sound serious. In all honestly, the tall blonde kind of intimidated him. He was muscley and would definitely take him down in a fight if he didn't have his powers. And for some reason whenever he talked about (Name) he got this odd aggravated feeling he couldn't brush off. He hoped it wasn't jealousy, although it probably was. (Name) was pretty, funny and caring to him. Plus she wasn't just some Michelle or Liz that would abandon her friends. She stuck by people, even if it got her hurt. He admired her for that.
"Well, you should probably get to sleep little dude." Jake said, making Peter roll his eyes and walk out of the room. It was definitely going to be hard getting used to Jake, he was a completely different person from (Name).

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"Who are you?" A voice said. The room was dark, and hot. The girl looked around. Where was she? Who was she.....
Her head darted around the room as the voice echoed around her. She couldn't move anything but her head. She couldn't tell if her eyes were closed because the room was pitch black.
"I.... I don't know...." she said quietly. She felt like she was floating. She knew stuff, of corse. But what she looked like, where she was, her name. None of it was there. It was as if someone picked it up and crinkled it into a ball like it was paper, tossing it into the trash.
"You're a subject of Hydra. You are to serve and do as we say. It is your destiny. It's your purpose." The voice informed. She nodded, although she wasn't sure if it could even see. It must of been right. Whoever Hydra was, they had to be correct. Hydra was all she knew.
"You are a subject of Hydra." It repeated, like it was brainwashing her. She nodded.
"Your no one else. You do as we say, when we say. You have no feelings but anger."
"Yes."
"You are a subject of Hydra."
"Yes."
"Are you a subject of Hydra?"
"Yes."