Stark And The Spider

INTERVENE ((Y/n)'s Really Bad Idea Part 2)

(Stark's P.O.V.)

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"Run me through this plan again."

I turn to Peter in the small alleyway that we are hiding out in, taking a break from watching my target.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves, before answering. "His name is Maxwell Davis. That's him over there." I point to a man loitering outside a small convenience store, smoking a cigarette.

Peter looks in the direction I'm pointing in and nods. "Are you going to explain how you know him, by the way?" Peter asks, turning back to me.

I fidget with my hands anxiously, avoiding eye-contact for some reason. "He...he knew Dave. He used to stop by our house a lot while I was younger. He always freaked me out. I don't think my mom liked him much." I shudder. "He always just had this creepy vibe to him. I should've known something was off."

"You knew him as a kid?" Peter asks, trying to verify what he just heard.

I nod. "Small world, huh?"

I look up at him to see him giving me that sympathetic look that he does when I mention my less-than-stellar childhood.

"I'm fine," I reassure him. "Anyway, so I'm going to go out there, looking lost and confused and....vulnerable, which hopefully will be enough for him to follow me into there." I point to the building across from us. "I've done some research on it. It's an abandoned old factory, full of empty space, and it's always unlocked. Technically it's public property and there are security cameras, so whatever happens in there will be recorded."

(Trigger Warning: Rape/Mentions of Rape/Potential Rape/etc.)

I take a deep breath before saying the rest. "The plan is to... to let him think he's... overpowered me. That way he will think I'm helpless and he will get overconfident. If he's overconfident, he's more likely to give a confession." I wince slightly and glance at Peter, who looks like it's taking all his self control to not swear.

"You don't have to do this (Y/n)," Peter says.

I look down, biting my lip. "Yes I do."

Peter grabs my shoulders lightly and makes me look at him. "No you don't, okay? You don't have to do anything. If you aren't okay with doing this, then you don't have to. We can go right now and go get ice cream or something. Or we could stop by to visit Fred and get some Pumpkin Spice Lattes."

I smile slightly. "I don't think they make those at this time of year."

Peter shrugs. "Then we'll get whatever the special is. Candy Cane Lattes maybe?"

I smile wider. "Maybe as a celebratory drink after." I sigh and my smile fades. "But I need to do this, Peter. I promised Vanessa. I can do this."

Peter's smile fades too. "(Y/n), I really don't like this plan. It's super dangerous! Even if you don't get physically hurt, mentally--"

"I know the risks, Peter." I cut him off. "I know that I can be a little reckless and I don't always think things through, but I have thought this through. I know the risks. I know what's going to happen. I'll be okay. I know you don't think I'm strong enough--"

"I don't think that!" Peter interjects. "(Y/n), I know how strong you are. You're one of the strongest and smartest people I know. That's not what I'm worried about." He sighs. "I'm worried you're just underestimating how much something like this can mess with a person."