All Of Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

Chapter 6

(Y/n) stood alone in the center of one of the training rooms dressed in her workout clothes, a form-fitting tank top, and loose knee-length pants, with a defensive stance with her feet apart as she held her fists in front of her head. Her breathing was slow and steady as she turned in a circle, her eyes and ears sharp and alert. The room was empty- Well, not completely empty. There was a person inside, somewhere. Above her was a lone light, only illuminating the area around her, limiting her field of sight. Beyond the cold light was the large training room, which held workout equipment and an almost bare rack along the wall that held only a few handheld weapons. The walls were bare, with not even a red HYDRA emblem. That said quite a bit in (y/n)'s opinion, since they loved to remind the agents just who they had signed off their lives to.

It struck like lightning, quick and without warning. A fist flew at her, causing her to twist her body away to dodge it. She watched as the fist drew back, but before it could disappear, she seized the stranger's wrist and twisted it. She heard them grunt as she lifted her foot to kick it towards them. Instead of connecting with the person's body, a hand gripped her ankle and pulled, causing her to lose her footing and tumble to the ground as she was yanked into the shadows. Once she was fully out of the light, the stranger topped her. Her hands flew out in front of her in hopes of landing a strike. She knew she had almost succeeded when she felt her knuckles graze their skin. A punch collided with the side of her face and forced her head to the side, and another punch was brought to her opposite side. (Y/n)'s heart flipped, snapping her out of whatever state she was in. Time slowed down, allowing her mind to stop in order for her body to lead. Her eyes adjusted, and she saw the faint outline of a fist coming towards her.

Her body kicked into action. Instantly, her hands caught both their fists and pulled her hands away from herself, forcing her opponent's head to come towards her. The second she felt their breath fanning across her forehead, she smashed her head upwards. It pulsed with pain as she felt it collide with their nose, feeling something warm drip onto her cheek as she heard a quiet popping sound. They reared their head back, and she used that moment to push them off of her and stand up. Light flashed as a tiny metal tube appeared in her hand. Its sleek metal shone in the distant light, catching a flat rectangular button on its side. (Y/n)'s thumb pressed it, and the ends of the tube instantly 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, 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 done, (y/n) thought as she dodged another attack from her opponent.

Her eyes studied them with a new intent, observing their attacks, surveying their movements for predictable patterns. (Y/n) advanced, 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 and forced them down harder. If she were in the light, she had no doubt that her staff would have been a blur, taking a step forward with every hit she caused. Soon, she felt it connect with more skin and bone than wood until she finally had them backed up against the cold wall. Finally, with a quick hit to the side of their head, they were down for the count. (Y/n) stood there panting as she heard their body drop to the ground and flashed her bo staff away.

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. (Y/n) opened her eyes and lowered her hands to see who had turned the lights on.