No One Like You (Peter Parker & Stark Daughter)

Trapdoor

***DISCLAIMER: This will NOT be influenced by the events of Avengers: Infinity War. I tried to get this chapter out before the movie was released, but my schedule didn't allow for that. Please enjoy, and try not to let the events of Infinity War affect your reading. Thank you!

    "Hello?" I call into the dark room where I'm sat. Surprisingly, my hands aren't bound, nor are my feet. I'm simply sitting in a wooden- and frankly uncomfortable- chair, the room dark with only a faint glow coming from under the curtains presumably hung on windows.

    "Are you gonna show yourself or keep hiding like a coward? I'm not scared of you!" I call out once again, and this time I hear an all too familiar chuckle in response.

    "Love, It's been ages." I know that voice.

     Some context is probably owed here. When I was thirteen, I had a boyfriend. He was a complete douchebag, and also two years older than me. When you're young and all your friends have relationships, you crave the same kind of thing. So bringing us together could've been fate, but I consider it desperation.

    His name was Darren. We were gross. Seriously, being a kid and thinking you know absolutely everything, it gets gross. He convinced me to rebel, sneak out, drink, make out in alleyways. It was... intense. I broke things off when he tried to pressure me into... stuff. I haven't heard from him since. Well, until now.

"If you ask me it hasn't been long enough." I mumble, glaring at him. "Why are you here? What do you want?"

"Glad you asked me. I heard you've been using a fake name at your school. What is it, Chloe Johnson, right?"

"It's not a lie. It's to protect my identity, I become a target the second people find out who I am... You know that, I told you all about it when... You know when."

"I've been keeping my eye on you, y'know." He begins to pace, causing me to roll my eyes. He thinks he's all that, like The Joker or something. "Making sure that the love of my life was safe at her new school-"

"Woah buddy, don't get any ideas, we were kids-"

"You were so good for so long, stayed away from boys- Hell, you barely had any friends outside of your dad's team. But all good things must come to an end, right? That Parker proved it, and you fell into his trap. Or, I guess, his web." He chuckles menacingly,

    "Darren, how much have you seen? How?!" I practically yell, causing him to laugh. Asshole.

    "Love, I have eyes everywhere. Eyes that have seen more than you could ever imagine, but that's what you used to love. How could I know you're not still the attention seeking girl I knew?"

    "Well if you're such a good stalker you could've caught o-"

    "Shut it. You're really testing me, darling." He sighs, walking over to me again. "So I have a proposition. To save yourself, to save that boy you seem to care about... I want you back. It can be so simple if you just agree right n-"

    "Go to hell, I'd never in a million years-" I begin, to which he sighs once again.

    "Then I suppose you don't care what happens to your friend... What was it, your new friend's names are so bland. Ned, I think? Ned Leeds, am I correct?"

    "Wh- don't hurt Ned, he's completely innocent, he doesn't even know about-"

    "I know. That's why you need to do this. Think of it this way, you're sad for a little while, but you're back to the way you were- the way we were, before you know it. And absolutely none of your friends are harmed. Doesn't that sound wonderful?"

    "I- god fucking dammit, Darren. I hate you, I will always hate you, but... Fine. I agree to your terroristic terms." I admit in defeat, slumping slightly.

    He laughs, clapping his hands together. "Then let's go over a few rules, shall we?
    He goes on to explain his 'rules'; how we'd present ourselves to the general public, how I'd basically be his property, and worst of all, how I'd end things with Peter.

Tomorrow morning before first period, I had to tell him how I'd found someone else, how I never cared about him... It all makes me sick. Everything about this makes me want to throw up, or run away and change my name.

This is what has to be done. This is for the greater good. This is to protect the people I care about most. But seriously?

What a dick.