DRAFT 15āœ”Come on Amor

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ʕ ゚ ● ゚ʔ SAMANTHA'S POV

"Come on Peter, you don't have to listen to da- to tony." He stops swinging and sticks to the side of the compound. "Sorry, Sammy. I'm trying to impress, Mr. Stark. Even if that means turning you in, now please don't make this hard for me." I huff, "Then why am the one hanging upside down? I knew I should have made one of those damn spiders fucking bite me!" Suddenly I'm hosted up and is face to face with the spider boy. "So your the one who stole the rest of the spiders." I roll my eyes, "of course I was. I wasn't going to let some random person get bit by them. When I went home I was complimenting weather or not I should make one bite me. But then I was like maybe I shouldn't, besides I'm powerful enough." "Where are the rest?" I smirk and turn my head. "Sorry bud, not telling." He sighs, "fine, but I'm still turning you in." I groan as he carries me inside of the compound.

"Parker, you brought her. Good job kid, just place her on the couch." I hear dad yell as he walks in. I roll my eyes, and Peter removes the little bit of webs off of me. Tony and Peter walk to the other side of the room and talk in hush voices. As their distracted I quietly, make myself out the room. "Where did she go?!" "I don't know sir." "FRIDAY, put the compound on lock down, Peter go back home. We will take it from here." "Of course, Mr. Stark. It was great wor-" The windows and doors leading outside all got covered with a metal cover. I look down the hallway just in case anyone was close by, nobody was around, I get close to the window and touch the metal. Vibranium, Fuck. There's no way out until I get out of these stupid cuffs. I growl and the compound speakers come on. "Sam, I know your in the compound. So come out and we won't make it hard on you." Then I hear a voice I don't want to hear right now comes on. "Love, please listen to your father. Just come calm and quietly and we can come to an arrangement." Stupid Tony using Pietro to get me to come out. Nice job stark, nice job. I smirk, I walk out and sneak off to the living room again. The lights are off, except for a single light in the middle of the room. I smirk, "Honestly, boys. How stupid do you think I am?" I realized now that they moved the couches and rug to be on the side. "Well, I knew you were going to come out." I hear Tony say, and see the light from his chest. "Tony, you have nice cards you played, but you forget that I have my own and I'm winning." "Oh, we're back to first names." I hear Pietro's light footsteps and see Tony's arc reactor walking around me. "Yeah, I was thinking of just going with stark. But Im feeling nice today." "Love, why don't you just come calm and quietly?" I lightly tensed up but I keep my cool and smirk. "Finally you spoke, I was thinking you went mute for a second there. Now if you excuse me, I have to get my kids and leave."  I start to walk out of the room but I feel someone about to attack. My red room training kicked in, and pin Pietro to the ground with my dagger placed on his throat, we both seem shocked but I keep my cold face. Tony's repulsers charge up and I use my metal arm to brake the cuffs and quickly get my gun from my boot and aim it at him. We all stay quiet, until I chuckle that soon turns into a viscous laugh. "I went from a cell, to a brainwashing house, then to Romania in hiding. I NOT going back into cell, Tony. Not after coming from hell. . . Not again." "I know, but if you can just cal-" "I AM CALM!" "Put down the weapons, love." I turn my head, "yeah no, I'm not leaving until I get my kids." "Sam, your not going to take the kids." Tony says calmly. "Why the Fuck not, their my kids?!" I face him, I see Tony move his hand to his back, I cock the gun. "Tony put your hands where I can see them. I know what your doing." "I don't know what you mean, kid?" "Don't you fucking lie, I'm not stupid. Now put your hands where I can see them." I growl. He slowly raises his hands. "You won't kill us." I raise my eyebrow at Pietro and smirk. "You know me so well, Amor. And your right, I won't kill yall." I pause, "unless y'all give my kids. Sure I might hurt yall, but hey you'll live." The lights turn on and we turn our heads to look, I start to tear up. "Mamma?" They say. "Boys go back to your room!" Pietro yells, I push the dagger closer to his throat. "Babies, come to mamma. We're leaving." I softly say. "W-what are you doing mamma? Why are you hurting pappa and grandpa?" "Boys, don't get any closer." "Don't listen to grandpa, right now. He hasn't drank his pills yet, so he's thinking cucu. Go to your room and grab something to take in your backpacks. We're going on vacation." They nod and run to their room. "You see Tony I'm winning. You lose." Then I feel someone else walk into the room, I immediately know who it is. He stands in the door way.

"Samantha. . . Let them go." "James, what you doing here? I told you to go with steve, not follow me." "Why are you here, soldier?" Tony asks. Pietro glares at James. James looks at Tony, "came to make sure she came here safely, after that I leave." He says calmly. "You see me safe, now go." "Not until you let them go." "Why should I listen to you, your not my boss?" "I'm not but I can use this." He pulls out a dark purple journal. . . My purple journal. "Where'd you get that? I thought I burnt it." "You tried but its fire proof." "What is that, sam?" Pietro asks. "None of your business." I try to keep my calm. "Put the book down and slide it over and I'll let them go." "Your in no position to make suggestions, doll." "God dammit james! Put the damn book down!" I feel my wisps fire up and ready to be released. "Let them go and I'll stop reading. Portal " "Shut up!" "Sixteen" I feel shadow trying to get into my head. I shut my eyes, " Father " I start to breathe harder, "what are you doing to her?!" "Stop!" "Godde-" I had it, I let go of them and attack James. My wisps pin him down and make a dagger appear over his throat. I quickly grab my purple journal and teleport it to my pocket dimension. By the time in finished I'm pushed to the ground and have hand cuffs on my wrists again, this time I can't get out of these, their made out of vibranium. My wisps disappear and James leaves. "Fucking bastard, fuck y-" I'm suddenly muffled with one of the muzzles they used on loki. I glare at them as they hoisted me on my feet.

.・゜゜・𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚙.・゜゜・

They. Put. Me. In. A. Fucking. Cell. Well at least they took off the muzzle and the vibranium hand cuffs,but they put Power Blockers Bracelet on my flesh arm. What they didn't know is I can use my powers through my metal arm as well. "Love, time for dinner." He walks into the glass cage. I glare coldly at him, "I'm not hungry." Really I wasn't hungry, after being fed barely nothing for half a year you get used to it. "You barely finished your breakfast, I know they barely fed you but you have to eat more. " I roll my eyes, he places the plate on the table. I play with my wisps on my hand as I lay on the bed they gave me. Ashley passes my cage and looks at me surprise, I glare at her and flick her off. "Why are u angry at your sister she didn't do anything to you?" I chuckle, "she knows what she did and right now she's not my sister." He sighs, and sits at a small couch they put in, now that I actually look at it, it sorta like loki prison in asgard during thor: Dark world. "Why do you make it so hard for us to help you?" "I am too far from being helped. I hurt and killed too many people to be helped, an-" "You were in control when you killed them." I stare at him in the eyes and shake my head. "How many did you kill without being under control?" He asks softly, like if he was scared of me. "I-i had to. . . o-or I wouldn't be the only one. I h-had to be the only one, t-they would have gotten suspicious. I d-didn't want to kill them, the first day I got t-transfered I killed two girls. I-i couldn't show sympathy or any emotions. I couldn't make friends with them because we had to kill each other until one remains, They then sent me to finish my training and had to do my final test. They brought me to the dance room, I had to do a ballet dance we had to work on since the day I arrived. . . I passed that test. The next test was for me to fight a Hydra soldier. Out of instinct I killed him, I was punished, they tortured me. . . They finally let me out, but knocked me out. I wake up with a metal arm and strapped onto a m-machine. I knew what they were going to do to me so I casted a quick spell to protect my memories, but I didn't fully complete it. They shocked me until they got those stupid words in my head, the uncompleted spell made a separate mind in my head giving me a separate personality that only came out when they said those ten words, without none of my memories except that I was a different person. For about two weeks they told shadow her code name and personality. They made her fight, get used to her new powers and arm. Later, on the third week, on the third day, the alarms blamed, she was in her cell. The guard let her out and told her to kill the intruders and handed her, her weapon belt. As the others got away, she stayed behind looking for the intruders. She hears someone that doesn't belong and leaned against the wall. She looks down the hallway and see someone familiar, but she doesn't remember who. Silver hair and blue eyes was all she saw before I was brought back. I look down the hallway to double check if it was the person i thought it was. You stood at the end of the hallway, speaking into your communicator, I didn't want shadow to come out and kill you, so I teleported to the one place that I thought would help me."
I look away as tears fall down my face, I hear him get off the couch and kneel in front of me between my legs. He raps his arms around me, I go stiff, "your not going to hurt me, love." I hesitantly place my arms around him and lean my face to his chest. . . I sob into his chest and he leans his face into my shoulder. "Your safe now, love. I love you, love."

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