Spider Parker

Peter Parker// Adults Are Liars (pt. 1)

*Okay so I didn't want to come up with a name so it's (Y/n) format, but she has descriptions like hair color, eye color, etc. Also this one doesn't have much Peter because it's building up who she is... enjoy*

Adults are liars.

That stupid war is ripping my family in half....

I'm only fifteen.

I shouldn't have to choose between them.

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*1  Y E A R  P R I O R*

I dashed through the crowd of people surrounding me. The busy streets of Queens, New York were never kind, but they had never been this harsh. I looked back for a second to see if they were still in pursuit only to run into a boy who stumbled back slightly. He was around my age, with brown hair to match his honey eyes. He gave me a small, shy smile. 

"I'm so sorry," I apologized, returning the grin in a rush. I continued to run, praying HYDRA would just go away. But I knew they wouldn't. They had chased me all the way into New York, they weren't gonna give up now. 

*freeze frame*

*record scratch*

So, you're probably wondering why this little fourteen year old girl is running from some of the world's most wanted criminals. Good question. My dad is a soldier for them.. brainwashed or whatever. Pretty sure they just hook him up to drugs. I don't know, I was never allowed into that room. And my mom.. I never met her. 

I don't think I ever will.

HYDRA found out I had somehow carried the super soldier code or whatever you call it in my DNA, which means I'm "special". And my mom had something wack with her too.

So I'm a hybrid. 

An extremely wanted hybrid who could wipe out an entire country if put in the wrong hands. 

That's why I ran. They raised me for twelve years, making me believe I was gonna be apart of something great that would.. reboot the world. 

Only, that's when I figured out their phrasing of words was twisted. They wanted me the same way they wanted my dad. 

My dad would sometimes snap out of it, those were my favorite times. That's when I got to see who I really came from. But those nights were rare. 

On those nights he would pull little me next to him, look me directly in the eye, and give me one piece of advice. That's all he ever had time for before he snapped back into the robotic shell of a man.

The last time I saw him was when I was ten. 

And he said, "I need you to get out of here. Don't trust what they say. Adults are liars."

I had smiled at him and put my hand on his metal arm. With a naive tongue I spoke, "I promise, Poppa."

And that's why I'm here. How I got out? That's a whole 'nother story I'm not gonna get into.

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I was surrounded. There was at least two agents, no matter where I turned. I was gonna be taken back. They would use me to murder thousands of innocent people. 

I shook my head with teary eyes and jumped out into the street, knowing that dying would be better than the fate to come. However, I also knew that a single blow by a car wouldn't be able to kill me. A girl can only hope.