All Of Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

Chapter 6

(Y/n) stood alone in one of the training rooms the base had to offer. Her hair was pulled out of her face, her simple workout clothes hugging her body. (Y/n) stood in the center, her body taking a defensive stance. Her feet were apart and her hands held themselves in front of her head as fists. Her breaking was slow and even as she turned in a circle, her ears and eyes sharp and alert.

The room was empty, both in people and equipment. The only type of equipment in the room was a nearly bare rack along the wall that held only a few handheld weapons. The walls were bare, with not even a red HYDRA emblem on the wall. Which said quite a bit in (y/n)'s opinion, since it seemed as if they loved to remind the agents just who they had signed off their lives to. A single lone light lit the room, revealing a large black mat in the center of the room.

It struck like lightning, quick and without warning. Another fist flew at her, causing her instincts to dodge it by twisting her body to the right. As she watched the fist drawback, and she saw her opening. Her hand seized the stranger's wrist, twisting it. She heard them grunt and lifting her foot, raising it to kick them in their side. She gasped as she felt her ankle being yanked, and she was sent tumbling to the cold mat and into the dark.

At once the stranger topped her, and (y/n)'s hand flew out in front of her in hopes of landing a strike. She knew she had almost been successful when her knuckles just barely grazed their skin. A punch collided with the side of her face, forcing her head to the side. Before she could register anything, another punch as brought to her opposite side. (Y/n)'s heart flipped, snapping her out of whatever state she was in. It was as if hot adrenaline filled her veins. Time slowed down, and she could sense everything. Her eyes adjusted, and she saw a faint outline of a fist coming towards her face.

Her body kicked into action. Her hands gripped theirs in an instant and pulled her hands away from herself. Her opponent's upper body came towards her. The second she so much as felt their breath on her forehead, she smashed her head upwards. Her head pulsed with pain as she felt it collide with their nose. She felt something drip onto her cheek, and she could only assume that it was blood. Their head jolted back, and she used that moment to push them off of her.

She stood up and her feet planted themselves firmly on the mat. Light flashed as a metal tube appeared in her hand. Its sleek metal shined in the light. A flat rectangular button was placed on its side. (Y/n)'s thumb pressed on it, and the ends of the tube extended out, forming a bo staff. She heard a rush of feet, alerting her that they were running in her direction. She choked up on the staff, her hands an even distance away from each other.

They came from the darkness in a flash, a dark wooden staff flying through the air. (Y/n) blocked it, the smooth surfaces sliding against each other before being drawn back by their owners. The two staffs clashed in a flurry of attacks, the sound of wood against metal echoed within the room. Neither one seemed to let up.

Alright. I'm bored, (y/n) thought as she dodged another attack from her opponent. They only knew a total of four moves, based on what (y/n) observed, and they seemed to use them over and over again. They became predictable.

(Y/n) advanced forward, pushing herself out of the small circle of light and into the shadows, surprising the stranger. But she didn't let up on her attacks. Instead, she made them faster, harder, and if she was in the light, she had no doubt that her staff would have been a blur, taking a step forward with every hit she caused. After a few seconds, she felt it connect with less wood and more skin until she finally had them backed up against the cold wall. And with a quick hit to the side of their head, they were down for the count.

"Finally," she mumbled, taking a deep breath.

Suddenly, the rest of the lights flashed on in the room, causing (y/n) to use her hand to make sure her eyes didn't burn into ash from the heavy light exposure. She hissed at it, causing a foreign voice to chuckle darkly.