The Wing-Woman (Peter Parker X Reader)

Round 10: Rescued

I heard footsteps echoing mine as my mind began to wander, I'm going to be kidnapped, or killed, or kidnapped then killed. I thought.

I pulled my phone from my pocket to call my father, when a hand went over my mouth and pulled my into an alleyway, knocking my phone onto the cement before I could make the call.

My body was slammed against the brick wall, "You're a pretty one ain't cha?" The slightly smaller of the two men said.

"She'll make a hefty ransom." The bigger one says as he picks up my phone and continues to call my father.

"Meet me at (random address) with $10,000,000 alone. And don't try anything, or else you'll never see your daughter again," the man said strangely casual into the phone before hanging up. He turned to the smaller one, "Get her into the car."

"Nonononnononono! Please don't do this! Please!" My screams didn't do anything as the man put a bag on my head.

"Now, now, that's no way to treat a lady, is it?" I heard an oddly familiar voice call from what seemed the other end of the alley.

"Get her to the car! I'll handle this loser!" The smaller one yelled and threw me to the other one, whom threw me over his shoulder.

I kicked and screamed, but it was no use, I was being kidnapped. Before I knew it I sat on top of a trunk of a car. My hands and feet being ties together, and a gag being shoved into my mouth and tied around my head.

"If you cooperate, you won't get as hurt." The deep voice says.

He threw me in the trunk and locked it. It was dark, small, and hard to breathe, not to mention I was claustrophobic. This is when I saw my chance, well, I didn't see it, I couldn't see anything. I felt that this was my only chance to escape. I put my hands onto my face and threw the bag off of my head. I still couldn't see very well, but, I could see better. The only thing i could see was the glowing handle of salvation. If I pull it now then I'll have to try and untie it before the guy comes back, or i could untie my feet and hands, then pull it. That way I could have a better chance of escape.

I slid my arms in between my legs, after a few seconds of trying to untie them a sharp pain filled my ankles. The rope was so tightly tied and dug so far into my skin I was sure it would bruise. As I finished untying my legs and began to unraval the rope around then a car door slammed and the car sped off into New York traffic. I started to untie my hands with my teeth.

When my hands were free, I paused to regain my energy, in order for me to make a break for freedom. I grabbed the handle and threw open the trunk. I jumped out only to be face to face with a speeding semi-truck. I closed my eyes and accepted the fact that I was probably going to die. I felt it hit my body, as I flew through the air. It hurt like I had just sprinted into a brick wall. But that pain didn't last for long. And I was still in the air. And there was an arm wrapped around me.

I'm dead, and an angel is flying me to heaven. I thought as I opened my eyes. I wasn't dead, I was being carried away Spider=Man.

We landed on the rooftop of a skyscraper, one that was extremely close to my home.

"Are, uh, are you okay?" The masked hero asks, in a deeper, thicker New Yorker accent.

"Yeah, yeah," I paused, "At least I think so,"

"Good, good." He sighed, "Could I- could I take you home?"

"I don't know," I say, "Can I trust you?"

He tilts his head as in to say, "really?"

"Well, I guess you kind of did rescue me. So," I paused 'thinking'. I already knew my answer, "Yeah. That would be nice."

Spider-Man webbed us down to the sidewalk, and began to walk next to me.

"My Dad's place isn't too far from here." I say, "I promise."

"So, where were you coming from?" He asks sparking a conversation.

"I was just at a friends house,"

"Do you mind if I ask what you were doing?"

"Not at all," I paused recalling the night, "I taught him how to dance, then we watched Princess Bride."

"Oh. How are those two related?" He chuckles.

"You know, I still don't even know?" I laugh.

"You don't even know?"

"Yeah."

There was at least a minute of awkward silence before I decided to break it, "So do you do this a lot?"

"Do what?"

"I don't know, run around in red and blue spandex playing superhero?"

"Playing superhero?"

"Well I don't mean it as in you're not good at what you do, because clearly you are, but do you save people a lot?"

"I'd like to think so. I just want to help as many people as I can."

"What's your motivation to do all this?"

"When you can do all the things that I can, but you don't. And then the bad things happen, they happen because of you." (Captain America: Civil War Anyone?)

"Damn, that was deep. I wasn't expecting such a well-worded answer."

"Well, then. What were you expecting?"

"I don't know, like, 'oh, my dog motivates me by, uh, living and being loyal to me. So I'm, uh, being loyal to the public'?"

"I don't know if I should be offended, amused, or confused."

"Probably all three."

"Yeah, probably." He laughes, "Where did that come from anyway?"

"In all honesty, I have no idea."

I saw the front doors of the tower on the other side of the street, "We should cross here." I say.

We cross the street and enter the lobby. In the lobby is Natasha, Clint, Pepper, Wanda, Vision, and my Dad. Everyone rushes over, ignoring Spider-Man, and hugs me. I hug everyone individually, when finally I hug my dad.

"Honey, I was so worried about you." He says throwing his arms around my shoulders, and pulling me into the tightest hug possible.

"Me too." I say into his shoulder.

When he lets go I back up to introduce my hero to everyone. I knew that my dad had met him, but I wasn't sure about the others.

"Everyone, this is Spidey." I turn to Spidey, "Spidey this is everyone, Nat, Clint, Pepper, Wanda, Vision, and of course, my father, Tony."

"Wait, Mr. Stark is your father?" Spidey asks wide-eyed.