Tom Holland/Spiderman x reader

Stark's against him..- Stark's daughter [p.4]

Pietro smirked at me.
"It isn't that easy, sweet stuff." He chuckled. He made me feel so flustered, but it felt wrong. Kind of like.. my heart belonged to someone already. Great. These, feelings from before my memory got wiped, are going to be torturing me!

"Ugh! I hate this! I want my life back, I want the people I love back!" I yelled, my eyes turning black again. Pietro stepped back slightly, putting his hands up.
"Hey, hey. Calm down. It'll come back.." he soothed, walking back over to me cautiously. But my eyes still didn't change back. I felt a familiar tingling in my stomach, a sort of warning tingle. Then I remembered more about my powers.
"I had spider powers.." i mumbled, looking down at my hands.

"Sorry?" He asked, clearly confused about what I was saying.
I looked up at him, then walked over to a wall and placed a hand on it, focusing so my eyes would turn back to normal.

First try. Nope.
Second try. No good.
Third try. Still, I couldn't seem to deactivate these new powers of mine.

I sighed, about to give up hope, when I just decided, "fuck it." and placed both my hands, and feet, on the wall and started climbing. It was a fairly tall wall, so I jumped back down when I made it half way up.

My eyes were back to normal.

So, spider powers don't do that to my eyes.. okay.

I looked up at Pietro, his eyes glued to me. His slight glare that always seemed to be plastered on his face made me feel intimated, yet it still set off a spark of anger in me. I didn't, and still don't, like being tested or threatened. And even though none of that was happening, the look in his eye just reminded me of something, and I couldn't figure out what it was.

Fuck, he makes me feel so pissed but..

"You done staring?" He smirked, crossing his arms. I snarled, turning my back on him. I heard him snicker as he walked up behind me.
"Fuck you." I growled, my face burning a bright red.

Suddenly, he fell in front of me, unconscious. My senses were going crazy, I knew someone was behind me. But I didn't bother fight it, there was no point in running. I had no where to go, no one to run to. Even if I did.. I wouldn't know.

I felt a small sting in the back of my neck, my vision slowly fading in and out, before it just went black.

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I woke up in a.. cell? My head was throbbing, like it could explode any second. I held my head in my hands, quietly cursing at the constant pain coursing through me.
"I've only been here for a day, and I already hate it." I seethed, hitting my clenched fist against the brick wall. To my surprise, I felt nothing but a small scratch. So, I hit harder, and this time, I felt what I should have when I first did. I stared blankly at my hand, no bruising or marks showing anywhere.
"What the fu-"

"Oi, punk, quit awing in yourself and get out here. It's your first mission." The guard snarled as he ripped open the cell door, letting it slam against the metal bars abruptly.
"And don't try anything funny, we have extra security. Try anything and your done." He warned, sending a serious glare towards me, causing me to tense. I nodded slightly, cautiously standing.

I then realized something. I had only been here for a day, and I didn't know how to control my new powers.
"Hold on, hold on," I started, shaking my head with a frown, "I don't even know how to use my powers?" I stated in an obvious tone. The guard rolled his eyes, causing my jaw to clench.
"Do you think we're stupid?" He began, an amused look on his face, "we're taking you to training right now. You're going to be fighting the Avengers."

The Avengers, huh? Sounds like a group of try hard heroes.

I just nodded, deciding not to have a go at him for his snarky remarks.