Elysian/Peter Parker X Reader

26-Bad Dream

You came to your senses eventually, realising you had been moved from the roof you passed out on. You hoped that Peter had taken you home, but as you looked around, you realised that wasn't the case at all.

The room you were in was metal with high tech bars, with slight blue lights behind you. The blood in your body ran cold-it was like the prisons you were kept in back in Russia. It panicked you, making every nerve spring to life as you jumped up. You bashed against the bars repetitively, practically injuring your hand.

"Kid-stop!" A voice said from across the room. You breathed in before sloping back to the stone cobble they called your bed. The man who told you to calm down had brownish-blonde hair, and a few bruises around his eyes.

"Where's Peter?" You weakly asked, even though the man probably didn't know who he was.

"Uh-who?" He asked, and you sighed, bashing your head against the wall.

"Why the hell am I here?" You muttered under your breath, but obviously loud enough for the man to hear.

"You've done something pretty bad to end up in here, kid." A man said from a cell to your right, causing you to poke your head through the bars to look at the man, who had a black mop of hair, and eyes you couldn't tell the colour of.

"I'm a superhero, though!" You protested.

"Yeah-so were we, kid" The first man said, throwing a random piece of rubble at his cell wall. You just rolled your eyes, lying down on your crappy bed and rolling over.

You let a few tears slip, crying for the fact you now had no one, crying for never seeing your friends again, crying for never seeing Peter again. You were full blown sobbing, crying your heart out.

There was a woman in the second cell over, hearing your pitiful cries and trying to get into your head. Her attempts were unsuccessful, and instead she felt the presence of a powerful entity-you.

You were sobbing at this point, desperate for your friends, the only family you had left-to come to you.

A man dressed in a suit came through the prisons high tech doors, behind him were two prison guards. The two men started yelling as the people came through the door, demanding to be let out so they can see their sons/daughters. You truly felt bad for them-whatever they did surely didn't cause the amount of isolation.

"Good; she's up" The man in the suit said, but you didn't move a muscle. You kept crying in the corner, mumbling to be let go.

Normally, you'd never cry in front of anyone except from Peter. Now, you were sobbing and shaking violently in front of a man you'd never met before.

"Dude-she's no older than fifteen, leave her alone!" The black haired man demanded, but the guards didn't listen as they pulled you by your arms out of the cell, and into a capsule-like thing. It looked like the glass had been repaired after someone had tried to escape. You didn't want to tell them that you could easily get out. You didn't want to be put in a straight jacket like the other girl. Yet, your arms and shoulders as well as your legs were restrained. You felt like an animal mistreated at the circus; not being allowed to do anything but breath.

They led you to a fairly dark room with a desk facing where your little containment pod was. It made you miserable.

"Good morning, Miss Y/n" A woman said as she sat down in the seat. You didn't return the greeting; you'd had enough interrogations to know that you kept your mouth shut.

"Your name is Y/n (Middle name) Kravinoff, correct?" The woman tried again, and you didn't say one word. You didn't even look at the poor woman as she tried to do her job.