Tony Stark's Assassin

Spider Thirty

Rosia's POV

I took a deep breath as I swung at Peter. I was not going back to New York. Not yet. Not to that cell again. I couldn't. Peter didn't understand. He didn't understand that I couldn't go back. Because that would mean that I would have to kill Tony sooner. I don't even want to kill him anymore, but I'm trying to convince myself that I can and that I need to. Peter dodged as I shot at him and he shot a web at me. It caught on my leg. Before I could cut it, Peter climbed up a wall, lifting me off of my feet. I hit the wall, my back slamming into the wall first, then everything else. I reached up and cut the web, making a backflip as I landed on the ground. I tried to run away from the alleyway cause let's face it, I couldn't kill Peter. There was no need to kill him. I was almost to the edge of the alleyway when something hit my back. A second later, I flew back and into another wall. I stood up and walked over to Peter, grabbing out a new set of knives. Once I reached him, I swung at him over and over. Every swing I made he backed up until he grabbed my arms and threw me against the wall, pinning  my arms above my head.

"I don't want to hurt you Rose. But I will do anything that I can to bring you back to New York."

"Tony can't help me, Peter. So I don't know what your deal is. It's my job."

I dug the knives into Peter's arms. He screamed out and let go. I took a stance again, daring him to strike. He shot a web at my arm. I swung but it grabbed my knife. Peter pulled back and he took my knife. He shot another web at me and it grabbed me at my chest. He pulled the web back and I was thrown towards him. He held out his foot and I crashed into it.  I flew back a few feet and coughed out blood. I chuckled.

"Clearly I underestimated you, Peter."

"I really don't want to hurt you anymore Rose. Please, just come back to New York with me."

"I told you once and I'll tell you again until you get what I'm saying. I will NOT go back to New York!" 

I stood up and ran towards Peter and swung my knife at him but missed. He kicked me back and I crashed into the wall. He came running at me and I moved away at the last second. In one quick movement, I got out four stars and shot them at Peter, trapping his arms to the wall. He tried to pull them out, but it was no use. I sigh, running a hand through my hair and walking towards Peter.

"Tony Stark was never my father. I have no reason to not kill him, he has no reason for helping me. I honestly don't see why you're trying, cause no matter what the hell you do Peter, I am not, I repeat, I am not going back to New York. Get that through your thick ass head Peter."

I grabbed my bag and walked off, leaving Peter there stuck to the wall.

A/N

So sorry for such a long wait. I know you might've read this chapter already, but I changed the ending a little bit and this story is going to take a different turn than what I thought it was going to be. Hope you guys like it and please vote!