E N E M I E S [peter Parker x reader]

Coma pt2

Rage boiled inside me. But before I could do anything, that sick man who killed my father injected my neck with a vile of something. I watched myself slip out of consciousness.
Time skipped to me waking up. Why wasn't I furious? Why aren't I grabbing anything to hit the man who was sitting beside me. Watching me. What is going on?
"Y/n y/l/n. Age 16, lives in Queens, NY." He said to past me. I just nodded with a zombie-like expression.
"You are to call me Father. Obey my every command. No questions asked. You will forget everything in 5,4,3,2,1."
I saw my eyes drift shut, as if I was rebooting my system. My eyes opened and I was - smiling? BITCH WHAT THE FUCK. O-KAY HOE. OKAY. You do you boo.
"Father! W-where are we? Who is that?"
And after that moment, everything clicked. I remember waking up everyday, doing the exact same thing at the exact same time. I remember training with father and going out on missions. I also remember Venom trying to tell me that 'This isn't me'. But - of course - I didn't listen to him.
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A loud gasp-like noise escaped my throat, followed by choking and gagging. A tube was down my throat. My ears blurred with tears and my throat stung like glass was scraping the sides of it. I could barely make out the nurse that was pulling the tube out form my throat or the rush of people surrounding me. Three brown haired figures stood around my bed with teary eyes. Finally, my own tears stopped falling and I could see that it was Tony, MJ and Pete.
"I-"
I couldn't finish my dramatic 'I remember' sentence. I couldn't speak. I frown slightly and grope my neck. Peter immediately jumps into action and gets a glass of room temp water. I take it gratefully and feel the liquid slide down my aching throat and cool down my body. Okay. Now time for my dramatic, brief speech.
"I remember."
I barely whisper, I couldn't go any louder. Wide eyes surround me and more people enter the room. It's the whole gang.
My heart drops and I could practically feel it dropping out of my ass. Quinn. Died.
My breathing becomes ragged and once again, my eyes blur with tears. They drop without consent and I am soon sobbing in the arms of my new family.
"Quin-" I gasp for air and hiccup. "He-he.. I kil -" I couldn't even finish my sentence. I killed him. If just went in with back up. Stupid! My chest was heaving up and down. My lungs hurt from crying. My eyes were puffy and tears spilled out of them. Fuck.

"It's okay, baby, I got you. You're safe now." The voice of peter calmed me. Only just a bit. But not enough.