I ran so fast. It wasn't even okay. I didn't look back. I just ran and ran and ran. I couldn't accept he was chasing me. I suddenly stopped, not because I wanted to, but because a blanket of webs had covered my legs. The sudden loss of movement and the momentum I had caused me to slam against the pavement, making my head ache and spots fill my vision.
"Peter! Let me go! Please!" I practically sobbed. What Peter said earlier rings in your ears.
I immediately called Mr. Stark, cause, you know," he clears his throat, "if you see ANYONE display super powers, then use them for a prank, you NEED to tell me. They're most likely untrained, and we don't want them to hurt the public! Do you even know how dangerous super powers could be? One slip up, then BAM. Goodbye New York City! ' So, he told me I have to find her ASAP,"
They think I'm dangerous! I won't he treated nicely! Mind proof chains and cuffs are likely. I'm not so fortunate to have proven myself as safe to Tony Stark, not like Peter! Peter... I look up.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N , it's my job. Like you said, the Avengers never trust me to do anything. I can't... I can't let them down." He sounded so sad, but so so sure. Like I didn't compare in any way to his duties. I start to cry, abs not just from the pain. "I'll make sure they don't hurt you. At least, not badly." Before I knew what he was doing, He grabbed my head, slammed it against the pavement again, and after a flash of blinding white pain, I was out cold.
...
"Hello? Can you hear me?" It's an echoing and cold voice. I open my eyes. The room is broken into several pieces, all overlapping and moving around. "Hello?" The intercom says again, and the world snaps together. I shoot up, breathing hard. Even though I'm covered in sweat, I'm still cold.
I feel the surface under me. I was laying on a fluffy gray blanket and a tough mattress. I look around the room.
The room is surrounded black padding, bright lights and a mirror, one single mirror.
I walk over to the "Mirror," and I place my finger on it. Normal mirrors have a space between the finger and back. That space is missing. It's double sided glass. But I don't care: It's reflective enough.
My hair must have put put into a bun by the doctor or nurse that took care of my head wound, but it's messy. I take the rubber band off and redo it, putting it in a tight ponytail.
Afterwards, I take a deep breath. "Hello? Intercom? Can you hear me?" Silence. "I said, can you hear me!?" I yell.
"Yes, we can hear you." I tried my hardest not to panic, but ya know...
You win some, you lose some.
"What do you want?" I questioned. "I'm confused. What do you want? To train me? Experiment on me?" My blood chills at the possibility. "Ya know, it's sort of a toss up when you're kidnapped by the Avengers after you show special abilities."
Muffled laughter can be heard from the other side, kinda making me smile.
"Yeah, it must be weird and annoying," they reply, "but It's also not very common for a seventeen year old girl to be able to run faster than the flash and move things with her mind."
Welp, I may be fudged, but I can be smart too. "You caught me. So whatcha gonna do about it? I asked if you were gonna train or experiment on me. I never got an answer. So, which one first? But, you should know, I'm not very loyal to anyone who experiments on me."
"Before all of that, a reunion is in order."
