Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

I told you, you don't want any part in this

A/N: Hey my dudes!!! Sorry about the really long update, I was really busy with schoolwork and graduation stuff because ya girl is going to graduate in three weeks!!!!

This is is a bit angsty [total surprise right] and if you have been paying attention to the title (I told you kid, you don't want any part in this) then this deals with Mysterio.

Also, if you would like a part two please comment at the end. I'll put a reminder. :)

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Mysterio sneered at the gullible child who played hero. He just wouldn’t quit sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. He warned him before, to leave this to the big guys. The ones who were actually capable. But this damn kid wouldn’t listen.

He warned him once, and now he wasn’t playing. This “hero” had some potential. But against him, he stood no chance.

He held his hands poised analyzing the boy’s movements. The kid, Peter was tasked with working with him.  Something along the lines of losing the last father figure. Losing someone he cared about greatly. Peter eagerly joined him, absurdly eager to work with someone that he dubbed as “super cool”. He didn’t even hesitate, the same day revealing his identity to him. That was mistake number one. He flung from his right arm first, webbing flying from his left. He seemed to be talking to the AI from the suit. Mistake number two was teaching him how he operated. The child had demonstrated his skills, talents, and more importantly, his tricks. All of which he remembered, making him far more superior in this battle. Mysterio called out, “Peter, mistake number one was agreeing to join me! Mistake number two was showing me all of your battle strategies!”

Mysterio sneered once more as he summoned balls of energy from his outstretched limbs, “I told you kid, you don’t want any part in this!” He calculated the boy’s next move and shot the energy right toward him, encasing him in some sort of bubble prison.

A smirk creeping up his lip, Mysterio clenched his right fist, the one that was in control of the bubble prison preventing the boy from trying to break free. With his unoccupied hand, he outstretched his fingers, almost as if he was sending an invisible force into the bubble prison.

He watched the boy’s weak attempt of a struggle to break free from his invisible hydrogen bonds. For someone who knew a lot about science, specifically chemistry, he didn’t have a clue on fighting it.

Mysterio slowly relaxed his hands, setting the bubble prison onto the earth. The boy was still trying to escape, he really just didn’t know when to quit. The kid called out, begging, “Mysterio! Don’t do this!” Mysterio nearly scoffed at what the boy was attempting to go out. He knew this. Whenever heroes became captured, and their powers proved worthless, they turned to their words. Hoping that their words would move mountains.

He’s captured many heroes before. From his world he’s killed Daredevil, he’s destroyed SHIELD. The Avengers, all six of them have proved weak against him. Even the famous sorcerer supreme, Dr. Strange knew he was no match for him. Captain America, the one from his Earth, the poster boy of good attempted to get him to see his ways.

He darkly chuckled, sending chills down the Captain’s spine. He cocked his head as blueish energy formed just inches above his hands, “Oh, I see my ways.” His smirk turned to a seeth of rage. Energy now aimed for the Captain, as he yelled, “And you are standing in it!” He sent the Captain flying off his own Avengers Tower. He survived, just barely. But he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

Peter was still clawing at the barrier, trying to use his brain to figure out some sort of escape. Persistent. But it would have been better on both sides if he would have stayed out. He wouldn’t have had to hurt him. But every dog needs to be beaten into subjection. So then be it.