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ꨄPart 25ꨄ

(Y/N POV)

"They didn't kill her. I did." I freeze. What? How? I start to freak out a little bit, but then Peter takes my hand and I calm down. "W-what do you mean you k-killed her?" I hate that my voice comes out shaky. "I killed her. I had to. We were trying to take over Shield. The chitauri were supposed to help. So was Loki. But it didn't work out." Dad says. Oh my god. "What- how did you kill her." I ask, my voice coming out raspy. "I sent out chitauri to take care of her." He states mildly. Like he's telling me what the weather is today. Anger starts to boil inside me. "You, killed my mother, and you're okay with that?" I say through gritted teeth. I realize I'm squeezing Peter's hand too hard and I let go. "She would have gotten in the way. I couldn't help having to do it. I was trying to pave the road to your future." He says.

Tears prick my eyes. "What future?" I say. Dad smiles. "You were going to rule the world. Along side me. We would be unstoppable. With endless power. You would have everything you wanted." He says. I shake my head. "No dad. I don't want everything. All I want is my dad." I choke out. He shakes his head. "I knew you were too much like your mother. That you wouldn't see. I guess I'll have to get rid of your friends to change your mind." He gestures behind me. I turn around. Everyone is tied up and gagged. "What-" I say. I barely get the words out before these weird looking ninja dudes come out of no where. That's why I didn't hear them. They're trained to be quiet. They start coming towards me. I get ready to fight them.

"No. Leave her alone." My dad says. I whip around to look at him. "Let them go dad!" I yell. I start walking towards him. "Oh honey, you're still so young and naive." He says. I feel something prick me in the arm. I pick out whatever it was. It was a dart. I start to get dizzy, then everything fades to black.

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I slowly stir awake. Ow. My head. Where am I again? "Good morning sunshine." My dad says, leaning over me. Oh. Right. I sit up. I'm in the middle of a room. I see everyone in a glass cell. "Guys!" I try to run over to them. Dad trips me. "Nope. Sorry hun." He chuckles. "Don't call me that." I sneer. He just smiles. He nods his head toward a table that Peter is propped up on, without his suit, and bleeding everywhere. "Oh my god!" I run to Peter. I want to do something, but I know if I touch him I'll just hurt him more. I whirl to face my dad. "Why are you doing this? Peter didn't do anything to you! He wasn't even an Avenger when your whole dumb plan was ruined." I snap. "I'm doing it, because I know he's important to you. You take out the most valued ones first." Dad says coolly. I get teary eyed again.

"You'd actually do this? To me? I'm your daughter. I thought I meant more to you then that." A tear runs down my cheek. I wipe it away quickly. "Crocodile tears won't work sugar." Dad snickers. "And I haven't just tortured you're lover either." Dad presses a button on some remote thing, and a screen disappears from in front of the glass cell. I gasp in horror. Everyone inside is bloodied and bruised.
"Dad please." I look at him desperately. "Oh and also, those bombs you removed from the Tower? Were dummy explosives. The real ones are set to explode in two hours." Dad laughs. Ice floods my veins. Morgan. Pepper. "But until then, you can watch me kill you're beloved boyfriend." He say. He grabs a knife and walks over to Peter. "No!" I lunge for him and start fighting and kicking and punching for all I'm worth. I put up a good fight. Then dad stabs me in the leg.

I yelp in pain, but try to keep fighting. Dad slams me really hard in the head, and I slam into a railing. He laughs maniacally. "You think you can fight me? I'm your father. I know you like the back of my hand." He says. I try to get up but I can't. "It's over Y/N. I will rule the world." Dad says. "I won't let you get away with this." I rasp. "I already have." He says. He picks up a weird whip looking thing, and starts lashing Peter with it. Peter yells out in pain, but it comes out as weak yelps. I keep trying to get up. It's like my body isn't even listening to me anymore. I can't move.