I'll Be There (Peter Parker x Reader) {COMPLETE}

Chapter 8

*Peter's P.O.V*
It's been 10 minutes and neither of us has said a word, and she's still facing the wall. I try to say something, but like always, I'm horribly awkward when it comes talking to new people, especially girls. I don't know what I'm waiting for, but I stay silent, until I see her slowly turning around. My eyes widen. I keep getting surprised by her beauty. She looks at me with those beautiful eyes, in a neutral expression.
"Who are you?" she asks.
"Parker Pe- I mean, Peter Parker." I say messing up the words because of my shyness. She lightly giggles and it somehow warms my heart, but then she goes back to her serious expression.
"Nice. I'm y/n l/n."
"I know." I say, and she looks at me confused before frowning.
"Of course you do." She rolls her eyes. "What else do you people think you know about me?" she's not looking at me anymore.
"Well... I honestly don't know that much about you, that's why I'm here." I  say.
"Yeah, you're here to learn about my past and my powers so you can use me as a weapon, what's new?" She says. I look at her shocked. Yes, that's why I was here for, but part of me wanted to know more about her personally, and we weren't going to use her as a weapon, we wanted her to become an Avenger.
"We don't want to use you as a weapon. But... what do you mean by what's new? Has this happened to you before?" I ask.
"Kind of..." she looks down before looking back at me. "I've been abducted many times in the past 2 years, without counting the years of torture in Hydra. The difference this time is that no one's torturing or hurting me, instead they put a cute guy to talk to me." she says. I quickly blush at her last words.
"If you don't mind me asking, for how long were you in Hydra and where were you before?" I ask.
"Look, I'm tired of fighting you people. I'm not a villain, I just want a normal life, so I'm just going to tell you the truth." she says. "I don't remember anything before Hydra or how long they've had me for. I don't know who my parents were or why and how I have these powers. I guess they wiped my memory." God, how could someone do that to her.
"I don't know what to say..." I say
"Don't. Tell me about yourself, I want to know something about you now." she says, and I swear I could see a small smile forming on her lips.

*3rd person P.O.V.*

You two had been talking for almost 30 minutes, you still didn't trust him, you didn't want to, but something about him made you feel comfortable and safe. You still wanted to carry out your plan, even though part of you wanted to keep talking to him, so you tried to elongate the talk a little more.

"So, why are you here?" he looks at you confused. "I mean, why are you an avenger? What's your 'superpower'?" you quote the word with your fingers.

"Oh right!" he says. "You don't remember me because I was wearing a mask. I'm Spider-Man." you are shocked, but somehow it doesn't affect you as much as you thought, after all, he was one of the Avengers who tried to capture you.

"Wow" you fall into an awkward silence, so you decide to start your plan. "Oh! I saw someone put extra clothes there, I'm gonna change, these are getting a little uncomfortable." you say while standing up. "This room has security cameras, right?" you ask.

"Yes." he says.

"Can you turn them off for five minutes? I don't want to change in front of whoever is watching me through there." you say.

"Yes, of course!" he enters a code in a little machine and you hear a beeping to your right, indicating that the camera's off. Peter stands still looking at you, and you're a little bit confused.

"Are you gonna turn around or are you gonna watch?" you ask while starting to take your shirt off.

"Oh, right! Sorry!" he says as his face turns red, and he turns around. You laugh a little bit at his awkwardness and start changing.

You look at the clothes with a frown and wonder who the hell chose them. There are some blue shorts, and a tight neck-line crop top. You knew it was summer and it was hot, but it was a little bit revealing for your taste. Once you're done putting the clothes on, you move on to the next stage of your plan. You were going to use that amount of power that could easily kill anyone to break the wall and escape.

"Are you done?" Peter asks without facing you.

"No! One more minute!" you yell. You close your eyes, your legs slightly separated, your arms next to your thighs, and your hands opened to the front. You feel the magic flowing through you, and you see magic flowing not just through your hands, but through your whole body. Your hair is flowing gracefully as well. You concentrate as hard as you can, when you feel the floor trembling a bit. In that moment Peter quickly turns around and sees you. He is frozen and doesn't know what to do.

"Mr. Stark?! Steve?!" he screams, but no one answers. "Y/n! What are you doing?! Please, stop!" you ignore him. You throw your arms in front of you in direction to the wall, and the magic strongly hits the wall. But it doesn't break, instead it quickly bounces off the wall and hits you back. The strong blow shoots you against the opposite wall, making every muscle in your body collapse. You just lie there on the floor, not being able to move as you look at Peter with helpless eyes. He looks scared. Your whole body is in pain and a soft whimper leaves your lips. You wonder how the walls didn't break, but then you see someone enter the room outside your cell. It's Tony Stark...

"Surprise!" he says sarcastically, and Peter looks at him confused. "These walls are made of a material called vibranium, even you can't break it. Shuri, T'Challa's sister, designed these walls using nanotechnology. It basically absorbs the energy with which it's hit, and then it releases it giving the individual that hit it a radial blast, like it just did to you." he says. You're confused, but you just roll your eyes. You're still lying on the floor, when some doctors come inside to take you back to the infirmary. You try to resist, but they quickly inject you with something that numbs you and weakens you immensely. You look at Peter, who is still in shock of what happened, and you whisper: "I'm sorry" and then, the infirmary doors close, leaving you alone in the room.