poisoned 🕷️ peter parker [1]

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Jessica stopped trying when she woke up a third time. It had been hard for her to go to sleep, and when she finally did, she was shaken up by a nightmare involving her father and a huge explosion. After two more attempts she gave up, sitting down on the bed Mr. Stark had provided her. 

It was a nice room, she had to admit that. It obviously wouldn't bother her to stay in the compound. A big nice bed, big nice windows, big nice desk and two doors that she guessed to be the bathroom and a possible dresser. Even though she hadn't seen them, she expected them to be big and nice.  She stared at the plain empty walls and dreamed about how they could be decorated. She used to have posters of her favourite bands back in her room. 

What will happen to my home?

The thought instantly popped into her head. She was his father's heiress, and since she was apparently gone as well, there was no one left down the line. Her father never had any siblings, and he had no one else. As for her mother, she never met her, as she died while giving birth and her family refused to stay in contact after that. 

She felt tears falling down her cheeks, as the memories of her father wildly appeared in her mind. But the memories made her feel happy and warm. What made her cried was the certainty that she would never be able to create more memories like those. 

She kept crying until, eventually, she succumbed to exhaustion, effortlessly embracing the nightmare to come.  

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"Okay, let's start." Tony clapped his hands as Jessica followed him into an isolated room. Its dimensions were giant and the walls were made of some kind of metal, probably bulletproof. It was perfect for what Tony had in mind. He had Jessica dressed in some sort of workout clothes, with special padding in her chest, core, back, wrists and knees. 

"But I haven't had any breakfast..." The truth was that Jessica was really tired. She hadn't had too much sleep the night before and even though she didn't know what time it was, she could tell it was early in the morning.

"You don't need it." Mr. Stark stopped in the middle of the room and turned around to face the girl. He stretched out his right arm and a moment later something came flying. In a few seconds his arm was covered in his Iron Man suit. "Show me your hands." Jessica did as told. Her hands looked like always. Her veins were not dark like they did when she touched Tony in the hospital.  "Touch my armour."

Hesitating, she first placed her index finger on Mr. Stark's protected forearm. Then, she slowly let her whole hand rest on the cold metal. They waited a few seconds and then Jessica lifted her hand. She looked at it to find it as it was before. Nothing had happened. She thought that maybe it would only work with direct contact on the skin. 

"They seem normal." 

She looked at Tony after a few seconds. "So, what now?"

The man had turned around and was walking away from her, almost to the other side of the room. He was touching something on his Iron arm. 

"Let's try the other thing."

She did not know what he meant. "What thing?" 

Suddenly, the man turned around and from his arm a sharp blade fired up towards her. Jessica was surprised when, in a matter of seconds, she had dodged to her left and caught the blade with her right hand. She felt her heart beating faster than ever before. In shock, she looked at the blade and then at Mr. Stark.

"Oh my God! Wha- That could have killed me!"

"But I knew it wouldn't." The unconcerned tone in his words made Jessica to look at him in disbelief. "Let's move on, I'm getting bored." In a moment, he had his whole suit on. It had come flying in parts. "Punch me." He demanded before his helmet went down and she couldn't see his face anymore.