Spider Parker

Peter Parker // Adults Are Liars (pt. 2)

*Still building up... I mean did you watch Civil War? A lot happens, don't judge me. I promise, the next chapter has Peter*

I followed Uncle Tony into an office, he had mentioned something about waiting there for Steve. He took out his cell phone and started a call, leaving me alone with my thoughts. My Dad was alive... and here. But he was in a cage. What did he do? Did he kill somebody? Did Steve kill somebody? Did Steve help Dad kill somebody? 

My head flooded with questions I couldn't answer, so much so that I didn't realize when Aunt Nat, Sam, and Steve had entered.

"-perty. Wings too," Aunt Nat spoke to both Sam and Steve.

"That's cold," Sam muttered and rolled his eyes. I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to decipher whatever I missed in the conversation.

"Warmer than jail," Uncle Tony smiled and nodded sarcastically at the both of them, shoving his hands in his pockets. He and Steve sat at the opposite end of the table I was currently seated at, beginning a conversation.  

I watched my dad as the security screen played his interrogation. Something wasn't right, but I couldn't tell what it was. I could only see the back of the interrogator, so it couldn't be...

Steve and Tony began to raise their voices, and I heard my name and Wanda's start getting tossed around.

"(Y/n), would you mind sitting outside for a second?" Tony pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Uh.. yeah- yeah, sure," I nodded, stepping out of the glass walls. I kept my eyes on the screen with me dad as it slightly scanned over so I could see both my dad's face and..

"I've seen him before..." I whispered to myself, as Steve stepped beside me. I froze with realization. He was commonly talked about in HYDRA as some kind of spy. 

"Hey, Hon, is it alright if you sit in the front? We want to get some information from you-" Sharon kindly patted me on the back.

"No," I whispered before looking over to Steve, "Dad's in danger."

"What?" Steve looked at me. That got just about everyone's attention. 

"That man," I pointed to screen, "He's part of HYDRA."

As soon as I said that, the lights went out and red emergency lights replaced them.

"(Y/n), get out of the building," Steve pushed me towards the exit.

"But..." I almost yelled.

"I'm gonna help your dad, now get to safety!" he urged and ran down the hall Bucky was supposed to be in. 

"Get to safety," I mocked once he was out of ear range and walked up stairs, "I was raised by HYDRA for twelve dang years and I'm not allowed in on any of the fun. This is bullcrap."

As I reached the last stair, I realized the fight had escalated a floor. Both metaphorically and literally. 

"(Y/n), get out of here!" Aunt Nat yelled. Dad turned towards me.

"Heh, real subtle Aunt Nat!" I yelled, turning back down the stairs. Dad ran after me, pulling me back by my hair. I kicked behind me, hitting him in the gut and making him release the braid he was holding. He swung his arm at me a few times, and I did fairly good at avoiding the blows. I miscalculated one of my steps, getting a punch straight to the jaw. I spit out blood and ignored the cold liquid running down my face. He grabbed my neck and held me up in the air. I kicked and attempted to squeal, but nothing was working. The prince tackled Dad to the floor, letting me down in the process. My head became fuzzy from the adrenaline, making my powers stronger. 

"Not now, not now," I sighed, my vision getting dimmer. I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and everything became black.

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"I told you to run," Steve spoke with a disappointed undertone. I was sitting on a wooden crate in some warehouse Sam drove me to. I wanted to say I felt guilty for disobeying, but I didn't. Steve was just worried about me. I didn't get killed and that's all that matters, right?

"I said I was sorry. If my powers hadn't kicked in I could have easily-" I was quickly cut off.

"(Y/n)," Steve kneeled down next to me, "When I tell you to run.. run. I mean it."

I nodded in agreement before looking over to my unconscious father.

"When he wakes up.. is he gonna still be the Soldier?" I asked.

"Why else do you think we pinned his arm? 'Cause we don't know," Same answered sarcastically, but with a half-smile. I nodded, knowing that was the best answer someone could even give. Dad's head rose up and he skeptically looked around. 

"Which Bucky am I talking to?" Steve spoke up, tugging me behind him but still trying to keep me hidden.

"Your mom's name is Sarah," Dad's raspy voice listed, "You used to put news papers in your shoes."

Steve laughed a little, "Can't read that in the museums."

"Just like that we're supposed to be cool?" Sam chimed in.

"What did I do?" Dad's eyes met mine. The scanned down to the now drying blood on my face that I hadn't bothered to clean off.

"Nothing.." Steve tried to hide.

 "Oh no.. I knew this would happen.. the thing HYDRA put inside me is still there. All he had to do was recite those words," Dad shook his head in sadness and anger.

"What did he want to know?" Steve pressed.

"About Siberia. Exactly where I was kept," Dad looked at Steve.

"Why would he need to know that?" Steve asked. Dad's eyes slowly went back to meet mine.

"Because I'm not the only Winter Soldier," Dad voiced with regret, "Is that.. her?"

"Yeah, Buck," Steve nodded, allowing me to step towards him.

"Look at you," Dad grinned, "You're all grown up."

"Yeah," I nodded, "I missed you."

"I missed you too, Gumdrop," he used our code word. It was a nick name he only used when he wanted me to know he was safe to be around. We weren't given real names in Siberia, so that one let me know who was really talking. Tears formed in my eyes and I smiled, covering my face with my hands.

"Did I do that to her, Steve?" he looked at my injury again.

"Yeah.." Steve trailed off once again.

"Dad it wasn't you.. it was HYDRA. If anyone knows that," I encouraged, stepping towards him again, "it's me."