𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞? [𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

[nine]

"Kid. Kid, wake up," I heard a voice say to me. I was strapped down to a table, and my mask was off. I was still in my uniform, however. There was the familiar feeling of cold metal around my neck.

"Who the hell are you? Where am I? Take me back to the base," I said angrily. The man looked at me with narrowed eyes.

"What's your name?" He asked. I scoffed at him.

"Wouldn't you like to know. A soldier never tells their identity," I replied. The man rolled his eyes.

"Steve, she's still under their influence," the man said. Another man with blonde hair walked in and crossed his arms. I assumed this man was Steve.

"Bring in Bucky," Steve said to the other man. The other man nodded and walked out of the room.

"Who the hell is Bucky?" I asked.

"Real clever. Now stay quiet," Steve said. I rolled my eyes as a man with shoulder length brown hair and a metal arm walked into the room.

That's when it all came flooding back.

Bucky! My best friend, Bucky! And Tony! And Steve!!

My hard expression softened, and Steve smiled. He knew I was back. Tony untied me from the table while Bucky took my collar off.

"What'd I do?" I asked quietly. I had no memory of what I did while I was a soldier again.

"Well, we think you were sent to attack Times Square or something. You threw a car at a crowd of people and killed four of them," Steve explained. Tony smacked his arm.

"Oh," I said quietly.

I've never killed anyone before. Even when I was first taken by Hydra, I never killed.

"We didn't want you to know," Tony said. Steve rolled his eyes.

"She deserves to know, Tony," Steve said.

"No. This is going to tear her apart!" Tony exclaimed.

"Guys, please," I said quietly.

"She can handle it!" Steve yelled. Bucky shook his head and walked out of the room.

"She's a kid!" Tony yelled back.

"Stop," I said.

"She's 30 years old!" Steve yelled.

"I said stop!" I yelled, jumping off of the table. The ground rumbled when I landed, and things fell off of the table.

"Kid, lay back down. The adults are talking," Tony said.

"I'm not a kid. Steve is right, I deserve to know. Tony, I appreciate you wanting to protect me, but I can protect myself," I said. I stomped out of the room and up the stairs, entering my bedroom.

I sat on the bed only to see Tony come in after me. Steve wasn't with him.

"What?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"The reason why I didn't want you to know about... the incident, is because.." Tony trailed off.

"What? Come on, Tony," I said.

"We found out who your father is," he said. I sat back on my bed, staring at the wall.

I haven't seen my mother in years. She moved when I was first taken by Hydra, because people kept calling her a terrible mother ever since she lost me. She couldn't handle it, and moved after the Avengers found me.

"Who?" I asked, taking a deep breath.

"Norman Osborn."

"What?" I asked, starting to freak out.

"We took some DNA from your suit and found two different sets of DNA. We decided to do a DNA test to try and track it, and it came out to be similar to yours," Tony explained.

"Just because we have similar DNA doesn't mean we're related," I said. Mostly just trying to convince myself that this disgusting man wasn't my father.

"No, kid. We did tests on it when we found out it was similar, and it's confirmed. He's your father," he said.

I leaned back on my bed and stared at the ceiling.

"I want to be alone," I said quietly. Tony nodded and left the room.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The man who stole me away from my life and gave me these insane powers was my father? I couldn't believe it.

Sure, Johann Schmidt actually gave me my powers, but Norman was the one who did the dirty work. He's the one that sent me on deadly missions. He's the one that stole me away from my friends after I had been back. My friends and family. Peter.

I sat up and shook the thought out of my head. This isn't real. He's not my father.

My mom always told me that my father was a bad man who left when I was a kid. I barely remembered him, and tried to keep the memories out of my head.

Not even Peter, who was my best friend of 6 years, knew about him. He never asked either.

Peter. Damn, he's been on my mind a lot lately. I really missed him. All I wanted to do was run to his house and have him open the door and see me. We would hug and talk about what happened in the past 15 years. I would meet his kids and his wife and maybe Peter and I could be best friends again.

Then, a wild idea popped into my head.

Using my super speed, I ran downstairs and grabbed my coat and phone, quickly leaving the compound before anyone could see me.

I walked down a familiar street and up to a familiar house. Slowly, I raised my hand up to the door and knocked four times.

The door opened to reveal a person I hadn't seen in a really long time.

"(Y/n)?" Ned asked, holding the door open. He looked exactly the same and was wearing a Hawaiian shirt with jean shorts.

"Hi," I said shyly. He smiled at me and invited me inside.

"So. You're alive," he said calmly. I was surprised by how calm he was.

"Yeah. Apparently it was a coma or something," I said

"To be entirely honest, when Peter told me what happened I didn't believe it. No one can kill off (Y/n) (L/n)," Ned said.

"Aw, thanks Ned. Speaking of Peter, have you talked to him?" I asked. Ned gave me a sad look.

"No. He stopped talking to me 13 years ago. I don't really know why. I tried calling him but he would always ignore my calls. Then I went to the compound to see if he was there, and Tony told me everything," Ned explained.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"He said that Peter left the compound and never came back. Then he said that about a month after a fight they had, the doorbell rang. Tony went to answer it and saw the Iron Spider suit sitting on the doorstep," Ned said.

"That's really sad. So.. Spider-Man hasn't been around?" I asked.

"Yep. It's like when you left he tried to block out every part of his life that had you in it," Ned said. I sat back on his couch and realized.

Peter really did cut out every part of his life with me in it. Huh. I wonder what that means.