𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞? [𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

[seven]

I walked up the stairs and entered my room. Man, tonight has been rough.

I decided that fresh air was my best option to feel better. However, I didn't want to leave. I opened my window and flew up to the roof, just like I used to do with Peter.

I sat on the edge and looked out at the city. It was dark out, and the lights were on, illuminating the streets. It was beautiful.

New York at night was one of my favorite things. The lights and the soft sound of traffic and music from bars or clubs playing. I loved hearing it below me as I sat on the edge of the roof.

It was peaceful up here, and I felt like this was the closest I would feel to being completely at peace with myself.

During the two years that I've been back, I would come up here whenever life got complicated. Staying in the compound for two years without leaving and only talking to the same people could make a person go crazy.

I wouldn't say that I went crazy, but it got a little crazy at times. I wanted to go out and meet new people, start new beginnings and journeys.

The only thing stopping me was my fear. If I could get over the fear of seeing Peter in public, my life would be incredibly different.

I would've gone places, met people, seen things. Saved people, maybe.

The one time I went outside, I saw Peter. That must be a sign that I'm destined to spend my life in this building. Destined for a life with no opportunities.

I was 30 years old now. And I still lived with the same people I've lived with since I was 15. I didn't have a job, a boyfriend, kids, anything.

I wasted so many years of my life just being asleep. I know, I know. It's not my fault. Chaz was the one that did that to me.

I was lost in thought on the roof. The soft sounds of New York below me tended to send me into a thoughtful state if I stayed out here long enough.

Sighing, I stood up and walked to the other side of the roof- the side where my window was.

The side across from my window was far more interesting, so I usually sat there.

As I was walking I heard a rustling sound to my left. It was a huge roof, so I obviously couldn't see everything that was up there. Especially since it was dark.

I clenched my fist, and it glowed a bright red. Using it as a lantern, I walked towards the area where I heard the noise.

I didn't see anything on this side of the roof. Odd. Maybe it was a bird or something.

I turned back around to run into something tall and hard. I felt something clamp around my neck, and then the power around my hand went out.

"What the hell?" I asked. Then, I was unconscious and laying on the ground.

Huh, this seemed familiar.

~

I woke up tied to a chair. Wow, this really seemed familiar.

"Come on, guys. Do something different when you kidnap me," I said. Suddenly, the room lit up. My eyes adjusted to the light and I saw a familiar man standing in front of me.

Norman Fucking Osborn.

"Miss me?" He asked with a smirk. I rolled my eyes.

"Man, aren't you dead yet?" I asked. There was something cold around my neck. Probably a power blocking collar.

"Nope. Guess I could say the same to you," he said.

"What do want with me now? Haven't you moved on? Made another soldier? Grew a pair of nuts?" I asked. Norman scowled at me.

"Of course not, 707. We can't replicate the experiments we did on you," he said.

"And? Can't you do something different then?" I asked.

"We tried, 707. We couldn't find anyone who's body could hold that sort of power. You, however, can. We've been tracking you through that stone on your wrist for the past two years. We finally got you back," he said. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Okay Norman. Why don't you let me out before this gets ugly," I said.

"It can't get ugly. Your powers are restricted," he said.

"Yeah, well when you live with the Avengers, you learn things that you don't need powers for," I said with a smirk. Norman looked bored.

"Okay, whatever. Stupid kid," he said.

"I'm 30."

"Compared to me, you're a kid. Guards! Get her," he said, snapping his fingers. Suddenly, four guards came into the room and picked my chair up by each one of the legs. They carried me into another room, smacking my head on the doorframe as they did.

They placed me in a room with black walls and gas sprayers on the red ceiling. They left the room and closed the door, sealing it.

Suddenly, a white gas came out of the gas sprayers. Goddamnit. What are they doing to me now? There was no way out of this, so I just breathed it in.

After about five minutes of breathing in the gas, I started to feel different. Suddenly I couldn't remember memories from before I went into a coma. Then I couldn't remember anything from the two years I wasn't in a coma.

Then I couldn't remember my name.