Starkly in Love- A Spiderman x Reader

Chapter 25: Bucky

  My hands flashed and people dropped like flies. I didn't know how I was doing it or how to stop, but I had to when the literal smoke cleared and was in the center of a circle of unconscious bodies. As I said before, I didn't know what I was doing or how, but I did know I wasn't killing anybody. I think...

"What...?" Peter murmured from the doorway, his eyes on the floor.

  My breathing was irregular, not heavy, but deep and inconsistent. Adrenaline was throbbing through my veins like the drug it was.

  "Sorry," I said, tucking my hands under my arms. It felt like the appropriate thing to do. I didn't feel ashamed of what I had done. But  Peter's reactions had so much control over my emotions I couldn't help but want to hide. I didn't like the shock that was evident on his face or the fear tucked away behind his eyes.

  "I-I won't hurt you," I mumbled.

  His face immediately changed from shock to regret. "No! I'd never think that you would hurt me!"

  "it's fine, I know you were scared," I shook my head, hugging my arms closer, "we should really go."

  "Ya," he nodded. His posture mimicked mine as we moved away from the ring of shallowly-breathing people. My mind was in conflict. I didn't know what just happened, nor did I know how it happened. Part of me enjoyed it in some freaky way; I liked the power it gave me. Never had I been someone to fear because of my physical strength and it made me feel dangerous. I hated it. I hated the sound of collapsing bodies and the smell of sweat and blood that encircled me.

  "(Y/N)..?" Peter's hand glanced over my shoulder. I could feel the uncertainty in his touch.

  "What?" I replied, trying to make it look like I was concentrating on the directions we were going. The truth was, though, I had no trouble anymore. The doors all had a distinct color and pattern differences and I could no longer understand how anyone could struggle to find their way.

  "I never doubted you," He said, his hand slipping onto my arm with a little more confidence, "I'd trust you with my life even if I didn't have to."

  "I-I know," I nodded, my tensity softening for a brief moment. No, I couldn't stop now, not this close to slipping out of my father's vice grip.

  "We can't do this right now, we don't have time for a romantic reconciliation, Peter. I'm sorry," I shook his grip off as gently as I could.

  "I know," he said, resigning to his place beside me, following me closely as I navigated through the halls.

  Freedom was so close I could smell it. Literally.

  Grates appeared every 5-6 feet and I could smell the smokey yet fresh air of the city. It could have been my eyes playing tricks, but I could have sworn I saw glimpses of blue sky through the slats. My heart pounded with the anticipation of finally being able to run and not be confined by concert walls. It felt like I'd been in that damned building for years when it had probably been only 2 or 3 weeks.

  I took a left turn and there was the door. It was marked with a red-glowing sign above flickering with my new favorite word 'EXIT'. I wanted to run toward it, but a little tug at my feet stopped me. with every aggravatingly slow step taking me closer and closer back to my life. I couldn't help but smile.

  Only 4 feet away from the door, I veered. I couldn't stop my feet from pulling me down a little hallway to the right.

  "(Y/N)? Where are you going?" Peter peered after me, "The door's right there."