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Heroes x Reader 3

Part 3: Infiltration

Arm in arm, Peter and I strolled right into a highly protected building without any troubles. Thanks to my ability, we were able to get pass anyone who questioned us. With Peter at my side, I felt almost invincible. It was a nice feeling.

But I was still noticing his agitation and slight nervousness. He knew something I didn't, which in turn made me nervous.

When we stopped in a elevator, he pulled away from me and pressed a floor number. Next thing I knew, we were descending.

And descending.

Still descending.

I sighed and rested against the shaking wall. Peter glanced at me but chose not to speak until we could physically feel the elevator slowing down.

"Stay by the elevator, and wait for me to come back. If anyone comes, well... do what you have to," he said and the doors slid open.

I was about to argue but he was already running away. I thought about going after him after hearing gun shots and yelling but decided to just do what he asked me to. I stood as casually as I could next to the elevator buttons.

My breath quickened as a large man dressed in black armor ran towards me.

"You're sick!" He screamed but I barely heard it.

I hardly had time to dodge as his fist went clean through the wall into the elevator buttons behind me.

"You're a disease!"

He swung around much quicker than I expected and his elbow caught my nose.

I screeched in pain and stumbled to the floor; blood already staining my shirt.

His large fingers reached down and grasped my blood-soaked shirt. He jerked me up and threw me against a wall. I slid numbly to the floor.

"I am your cure!" He screamed and brought his fist down.

I expected the pain of my skull crushing, but instead, I felt an almost pleasant breeze and heard the sound of something large falling to the ground.

The man had fallen to the floor, unmoving.

"Well, okay," I mumbled and experimentally poked him. After he didn't budge I pulled his armor apart and checked his pulse as good as I could.

Nothing.

"Dead?"

I furrowed my eyebrows and wiped the drying blood from my lip. He seemed fine just a few seconds ago so why would he suddenly collapse?

"Amazing, ya?"

I spun around at the heavily accented voice but was stopped as I was pushed against the wall. A firm but slim hand squeezed my throat and I choked.

I met the sight of an attractive woman. She seemed like she was around 40, with short blonde hair and still-sharp blue eyes. Her full lips pulled up in a smirk as her grip tightened on my neck.

"That's my gift. I take life. I could take life from you right now if I wanted," she purred in a thick German accent. I grabbed her hands and attempted to pull her away but couldn't.

She chuckled and released me. I slid to the ground, coughing.

Color soon rose back into my cheeks.

I looked up, but she was gone, and Peter and another man were scrambling towards me. Peter was practically carrying the other man, as he was bleeding heavily.