All Of Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

Chapter 4

Blood was wiped off the floor, the body of a woman lying dead with a hole in the center of her forehead being the source of it. It trailed down from the hole in red lines, the warm liquid curving around her facial features. It trickled down her face, soaking into her open eyes. It made it look as if she was crying bloody tears before making its way to her nose, where it finally dropped to the concrete, making the puddle grow ever so slightly. (Y/n) watched as a janitor looked at the horrific view in utter terror. Her observant (e/c) eyes saw their pale faces twist in disgust, the lump in their throat bobbing as they tried to keep the bile inside them stay there. It'd only be another mess for them to clean as they held a death grip on the mop in their heads.

Ah, they're new here, she thought as she stood off to the side. Her blank stare faced the janitor as they cleaned up her mess. Her eyes followed the movements of the mop head, becoming pink from blood.

"Clean this up by the time I come back here, or else," she told them.

The (h/c) haired girl turned around without so much as a glance at their face. She walked down the hall in long strides, sleep begging at her eyes to close. As heavenly as sleep sounded, she wouldn't be able to fall asleep now, so she might as well eat when it was offered. The walk to the mess hall took no time at all, and (y/n) could already smell the scent of bread in the near distance, causing her feet to move just a little faster until she finally reached the familiar double doors to the mess hall.

Breathing in the scent of the food that was coming from the kitchen, (y/n) opened the doors and walked into the mess hall. The room was filled with agents on their breaks or just chatting with their colleagues. Conversations filled the room, not allowing silence to take over for a second. Like most of the base, it wasn't top of the line. Industrial ceiling lights hung lowly from the ceiling on thick cords that gave off a white light that shined against the gray walls, with a speaker and clock placed next to each other above the door. The ceiling itself was missing a few panels, but they acted as air vents. The ground was tiled and covered in dirt and grime as a result of not having a decent cleaning since the room was first built. The seating arrangements were nothing more than metal picnic tables that lightly groaned whenever someone sat in them. The kitchen was at the other end of the hall, with a cutout counter for agents to pick up their meals. The kitchen itself was outdated, but they never bothered to replace anything. It still worked, after all. Why waste the money?

She walked across the room, making a beeline for the kitchen counter. Looking up at the menu above it, she read through the items until she came across the best thing in the whole world.

"Plate of (f/f), now," she said.

The old lady behind the counter glared at her as she went back to the kitchen, watching as she made her way through the room and slapped items on a tray left and right, but it wasn't long before she made her way back to the counter, dropping the plate on the surface. (Y/n) watched as specks of different foods moved from their spots on the tray. The only thing that didn't move was a bag of milk in the upper corner. Her heart flipped at the sight of things spilling over, moving from where they were supposed to be on the tray.

"Don't drop it next time, hussy,"

"Shut up, bitch,"

(Y/n) gave one last glare before taking her tray and walking off towards the tables to find a place to sit. It was packed, but not so much that you couldn't see places to sit in right away. (Y/n) walked over to the closest empty seat she saw, and sat down in it. Agents talked and griped about their day, complaining about the food's taste and crappy conditions that went with living underground in a desert, but mainly the food, much to the (h/c) haired girl's chagrin. It was true that the food wasn't all that appealing, and looked like it was made with mold, as well as tasted like it, but she preferred it to her mission provisions.