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(Ive never done this for but for the fight scene I've got a song that I think if it where a movie it would be playing in the background so start the music above now)I shot a web at him deciding it might be better to not say something first.
He whips around as the sticky substance touches his back and grabs a hold of it, yanking me forward into what must feel like the pits of hell with all the fire surrounding us.
I come straight forward hitting my ass on the ground as hard as I possibly could, letting out a groan as I do so. He touches his ear mumbling something I can't hear from the distance. "Calling for back up asshole?" I seethe towards the fire thrower. Probably not my best idea. "N/n, do Not alert dad of what is going on no matter how much danger I am in, tell Wanda only if I'm going to die," I practically shout my AI.
He turns around ignoring me and fighting Peter again, who, I must say isn't the best at hand to hand and this isn't necessarily helping. I shoot webs at both of his ankles and quickly yank him down, causing him to face plant at the sudden force. He flips aorund and shoots a small ball of fire at me. I dive out of the way, somersaulting on the ground before another one is shot at me, this time bigger. Telekinesis! I have that. Focusing extremely hard I attempt to control the ball infront of me. My smoke-like purple color surrounds the ball of fire as I attempt to hold it in place and control it. It breaks free and I pant repeating my earlier action of ducking and rolling away, landing in much more super-hero like pose this time.
"Impressive, for a kid," the guy laughs and throws another ball. I catch it, this time holding it and throwing it back at him, the force of doing so knocking me backwards. I stumble barely catching myself before falling. Watching the man stand back up his jacket mostly scorched and parts of his shirt on fire. "You little bitch!" He shrieked. He threw his hands up and suddenly fire completely surrounded me and was slowly inching closer.
The flames licked around mand I tried to focus on pushing them away from me and in the man pushing them back at me. His eyes were filled with anger as he pushed almost as hard as I did against the flames. Then his eyes went from squinting with effort to wide in shock as Peter yanked him backwards causing him to hit his head on the concrete just in front of Peter. At the same moment the flames diminished and I was free. I heard sirens as Peter began webbing him down. "Who are you?" I interrogated walking towards him.
(Music fades here)
"No one important to you. Better run little Stark, I wont be the only one the police are taking tonight," he laughed. He kept laughing like a maniac as the sirens neared.
"Gotta go Spidey, can you handle him?" I asked Peter.
"I got this one," he sounded almost as shocked as I felt. I began running before shooting a web at the top of a building and hiding in the shadows, watching as the police cars pulled up.
That laugh. He was still laughing. It was horrifying. "You'll all see!" He began yelling. "I'm right to do these things you will see. For now I have to say, that girl you think has been saving you? That's Stark's daughter, only here to-" he was cut off by the door slamming. He knows. Everyone knows now. I've got to go.
I can't even use the streets now. What am I going to do? Be locked in the tower forever? Probably what dad was planning anyway.
Holy fuck. He knows. He told everyone that 'Red' is Tony Fucking Starks daughters, holy hell I'm in deep shit.
He tried to get the cops called on me! He was only teasing Peter to lure me out, he wasn't the target. He touched his ear when I got there. He had people fucking waiting to call the cops on me! He tried to get me away and he knew about me. He fucking knew. How the fuck did he know.
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[EDITING] Red And Blue Looks Good On You (Peter Parker X Reader)
Hayran KurguHow do you write a well structured story when your life is full of nothing but utter chaos? You don't, you just live through it with me. Peter parker is my best friend, has been since I was six years old. Here's the catch, my dad is pretty famous fo...