Spider-Man x Reader

Chapter One

Escape

Cold. Cold is how I felt the first time I changed. Stepping down from the platform. The cold wind from the air or the fact I was bare. It was me. I was the cold. My body a smooth liquid metal. I look down at my body. I move my metal hand over my metal skin. When my hand touches my arm the metal evaporates into my skin allowing the rough pads of my finger tips to become more familiar with the cold shell. What have they done to me?

I hear a door open in the room. I slide my back against the cool tile and wait for who ever it is to round the corner. The second a foot appears around the corner I step out. I don't hesitate, I simply punch as hard as I can.

Blood rolls off my metal fist. The deep thud of the woman hitting the floor. Her lab coat revealing her as one of the scientists. I snatch the key card from her badge and silently slip out of the room.

I catch a glimpse of myself on the reflection of a door window. My hair remains in the tight pony they put it in but my hair is all metal. I'm all metal. I rush down the hall. What should be heavy metal footsteps are simply quite thuds. Almost inaudible.

I slip past a door and the guards in front of it face me. They don't hesitate to open fire. I feel the slight shift of my body changing forms. The bullets tingle as they hit me. Nothing more than a small ripple against me. I'm a slightly darker shade of metal. Bullet proof. I'm bullet proof.

I look at the men. I magnetize my skin and their guns are ripped from their hands and I catch one. I open fire and they drop in one quick burst. I toss the gun to the floor and run. I follow exit signs down the stair case. The alarm sounding.

I watch as the metal doors close over the exit. My only escape. No! I run as fast as I can carry myself but the doors close just as I arrive. I bang my fists against it. I can turn metal. What metal breaks through metal? What if.... I'm not only metal? Heat melts metal.

The burn in my veins is uncomfortable. The steam releasing from my nose. The heat rising from my skin. My body covered in molten rocks and lava. Hot enough for this door.

I step against the door and melt my way through. I step out onto the snow. My feet melting the white winter around me. I turn myself back to metal and run as fast as I can to the trees. I hide deep in the thick woods all night. Each day continuing in the same direction. I stay metal because I'm naked without my shell. Eventually I'll make it to somewhere.

After a few days of running through the wilderness I found a small cabin. I'm guessing it was a vacation cabin because it was completely empty when I got there. I managed to find clothes and food. I took shelter there for a month or two.

The family pulled up in their little mini van and I bolted out the back door. I waited in the area for the day until night fall. I look in the windows at the sleeping family. I walk to the car. I can get away. I can get far from this place. I bite my lip. My body feels weightless almost non existent. I slip myself through the air vents and into the car. I form back in the driver seat. My naked skin against the cold leather. I turn my finger to metal and jam my finger into the key hole. I start the car and I drive off with one hand.

I make it as far as I can. Eventually I have to stop for some gas. I pull up to the empty station and hop out the car. I found some clothes in the car. My hand returning to normal. I don't have any money. I need to cause some sort of distraction so I can get to the register. I walk to the bathroom. I lock the door. I pull my boot off and my foot forms to metal. I stomp my foot through a pipe and walk out. "Sir, the toilets busted." I shout to the cashier. "Ah shit." He leaves the counter and enters the bathroom. I ghost and slip behind the counter. He left it open. I take one stack of cash and get out. I pump on as much gas as I can until the man starts shouting at me from in the shop. I quickly get in my car and make a break for it.

The seasons change as I drive. I've been on the road for a couple years. I was eight when I left that place. I make my way all the way to New York. It was exhausting. By the time I find a suitable place to stay it's 1am. I pull the car up in front of the decently sized hotel. I park the car myself and enter the building. There's a few other people. I casually walk to the front desk.

He takes one glance at me and clicks his tongue. "Hello, I need a room please." I ask politely. "Where are your parents?" "I have lots of money." I smile. He looks at me suspiciously. "I'd be willing to pay double the price for the room if you let this one slide." "One regular room is 200$ a night." He says with a smug face. "I'll take one for 4." "You paying double would mean you'd be paying 800$." He raises his brow. "I know." I slam a stack of roughy 1,000$ on the counter. "Add the rest to my room service orders." I smile. He just silently hands me a room key. "214." He mumbles. "Have a nice night." I wave running to the elevator. I make it to my floor and enter my room. It's really nice.

I take a soda from the fridge and a few cookies from the counter. I sit on the big fluffy bed and flip the tv on. I stay up for an hour or two. I deem my self tired enough to sleep and make my way into the bathroom. I stand in front of the mirror. I look terrible.

My hair is all frizzy and unwashed, my sweater is all ragged and frayed in a few places. My jeans covered in muck. The dirt under my nails is pitch black. My teeth on the path to turning yellow. I call room service. "Hello, is there some where I can by basic hygiene items?" "Yes dear, there's a gift shop on the 4th floor with all the basics." "Thank you." I make my way out of the room and up to the 4th floor.

When I get there it's closed. Of course. I look around and morph into smoke. I float through the crack between the door and form back into myself. Great, now I'm naked. I grab a queens t-shirt and some shorts. I snatch a hair brush and a tooth brush. I take a minute to add up the cost of all these things and place the amount on the table from my pile of clothes. I unlock the door and walk out. I pick up my dirty clothes and walk to the elevator. I make my way to my room.

Once inside I toss my clothes on the floor and make my way back into the bathroom. I run a bath, with bubbles of course, and began brushing my hair. I find a leaf in it and a small stick or two. I wipe my face off with a warm washcloth and brush my teeth. I stop the bath water and sink into it. Scrub all the muck from my body. I relax until I feel like I'll become a prune. I dry off, blow dry my hair, and get dressed. I turn out the lights and climb into bed.

I shoot up at the sound of a loud bang. I look at the door and there's a strong knocking. "NYPD! Open up!" I quickly shove everything I can into my backpack and run to the large window. My hand forms metal and I punch it open. "We're coming in!" They shout. I quickly hop out onto the ledge. I swiftly make my way around to the front. I can't jump from here. It's still dark, no one can see me. I strip down and shove my cloths in my bag. I drop my bag to the ground and float down. I form one of my hands and carry my bag with me to a near by alley. I form back and get dressed. I walk down the streets at night. There's scary people in random places but they don't scare me. They can't hurt me. I maybe 10 but I'm a tough 10 year old. I climb up a fire escape and fall asleep on the roof. In the morning I find my way back down the fire escape.