Starkly in Love- A Spiderman x Reader

Chapter 13: Bored

  "Why would he want you?" Peter wondered aloud for the 50th time during our last-minute flight back to upstate New York.

  "Look, Peter, I don't know any more than you do, all I know is he really aggressively asked for me and Elizabeth. He couldn't find me, so he just took Elizabeth. And no, I don't know why he wanted her either," I sighed, my head falling back to rest in my folded arms.

  "Tell me again what he called her," My dad asked again.

  "'My Elizabeth'," I quoted without looking up. My head was throbbing with so many questions that were being repeatedly voiced by my two companions; my father and secret lover.

  I could tell by the silence that both of them could sense my annoyance, so they kept their mouth shut even though they both wanted to ask the obvious question of 'why?'

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  The luxury private jet landed smoothly on the landing pad located on top of my equally luxury house. Silently, I stood up with my backpack slung over my shoulder and made my way out of the plane.

  The very second my dad had learned of the current confusing situation he had ushered me back onto the jet I had ridden on less than 72 hours ago and rushed us out of Maryland. Peter had insisted that he, too, had to come with me home even though he was still very much needed to halt the increasing threat of Void. I didn't object to him coming because I really wanted him with me and not out on the field fighting with his injured body.

 I strode confidently into my house, expecting it to be just how I left it, but there were literally 5 armed men sitting around the breakfast bar in the kitchen. Stopping in my tracks, I turned to face my dad who wasn't far behind me.

  "What is this?" I crossed my arms.

  "They're here to protect you when Peter and I go back to Maryland."

  "Okay, I get it, but 5 men who think it's okay to be eating my poptarts?!" I gestured to them ripping shamelessly into my last box of my favorite poptarts, "I'd feel safer with you and Peter."

  "The only thing is, you wouldn't be safer with us," my dad said in a tone that told me to let it rest.

  He turned to the oblivious guards. "On your feet," he barked.

  They reacted instantly clearly embarrassed as they should be.

  "Here's the drill, one of you will be in ear-shot of (Y/N) at all times and ready to kill somebody. The rest of you will constantly patrol outside and in the secluded areas of the house, excluding my lab, and only one of you may be off duty at one time."

  A series of nods and "yes sir's" followed their instructions and they split up quickly to their designated jobs.

  "See you soon," my dad placed a quick kiss on my cheek. "Don't let her manipulate you, she's a tricky one," he called over his shoulder to the guard as he left.

  The guard cast a nervous glance at me. "I'm Regan Mathews and I guess I'm not supposed to let you manipulate me."

  "You can try your best, but not many can resist me," I winked and turned, making sure to flip my hair for an added effect.

  Regan looked young, between 21 and 25, and had a sweet face that matched his blue eyes and honey-colored hair. Despite that, I knew he must be capable enough otherwise he wouldn't be on this job, so I felt safe enough.

  I climbed the glass staircase up to the second floor with the bedrooms, Regan not far behind me, and stopped at my door.

  "Okay, I'm going to give you one simple rule for however long your here," I crossed my arms, "The only time you're allowed in here is if I'm screaming bloody murder and clearly in peril or if I specifically say so. Good? Great."

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  I felt a little bad about leaving Regan to sit by himself in the hallway all day, but I really didn't feel like asking him to play table tennis with me in the game room, so I kept the door shut. I occupied myself by sorting through my expansive closet. The only other time I'd ever done this was due to sheer boredom, today I was doing because of boredom and I needed a distraction. To be honest, there was only a small portion of my clothes that I consistently wore. It's not that I didn't like the rest of them, it's that they were mostly really fancy dresses, skirts, and I guess any other type of clothing just fancy.

  Checking my watch, I realized it almost 7 and my stomach was complaining. I heaved myself up from my messy bedroom floor and pushed open my door. The house was darker now that the sun was setting and it felt a little spooky with Regan silently following me and the others, whatever their names were, cycling by the walls of windows. Lights were on in the kitchen and it felt the homiest right now, not just because practically all my favorite things were found in the kitchen.

  "You want anything?" I asked the shadow behind me as I dug through the large pantry.

  "Um, no thanks," he said politely.

  I grabbed two cups of microwavable macaroni. "Suit yourself."

  I was surprised that how awkward it wasn't while I microwaved both of the cups and then sat down at the breakfast bar with him beside me.