The White Pallax (Peter Parker x Reader)

VII - Make that a side of terror

You blink your eyes open to soft moonlight. The silver rays illuminate Peter's unkempt bedroom. You're lying in his bed. An arm is wrapped around your middle. Shyly, you glance over. Peter is sleeping soundly, his head tucked into your shoulder. You smile and bite your lip. You finally did it. You kissed him.

And promptly fell asleep.

But the feeling still lingers. The most wonderful feeling in the world. Just thinking about it renders everything else insignificant. Even the attempt on your life. As you think more on it, the reality sets in. A sinking feeling weighs down your stomach. Someone had tried to kill you. Or Tony. Or both. And you've been acting so reckless lately. You know Tony's only trying to protect you. You curse at yourself. He'll be so worried. Why do you insist on causing him such heartache?

You glance over at the clock. It's almost six in the morning. Tony will be up soon. You figure you should get back before he notices. Silently, you attempt to lift Peter's arm from you without him waking. Alas, no such luck.

"Hey," he mumbles, half asleep, eyes still closed. "Where ya going?"

You switch to your other side and plant a kiss on his nose. He smiles. "I'm going home. I have to apologize to Tony for something. It's going to eat at me the rest of the night if I don't."

Peter's eyes open. "Let me walk you?"

"I'll be okay. The sun is going to start rising soon. Besides, there's always good ol' Spiderman to protect me, right?" You joke.

He nods. "Right."

"Bye Peter. I'll see you later."

By the time you set foot outside Peter's apartment, the silver of the moon has been replaced by the golden light of dawn. A gentle breeze tugs at your hair. You take a deep breath in. It smells like chaos. Like fun. Like the city. You smile. It's not so bad being here. Although you're sure store employees will not feel the same today. People are already lining up for Black Friday. How bizarre, you think, that America has a shopping holiday.

Feeling more confident than normal, you happily stroll down the busying streets. Sweet aromas tickle your nose. Your mouth waters for a warm pastry. You remind yourself that you have more important matters at hand. It's harder when your stomach makes such a good case.

Your phone rings. It's Tony. You sigh. Maybe you should have left earlier. As you turn the corner down a less busy street, you answer.

"Hey."

"Hey?" He replies, anger lining his words. "That's all? Just hey? I thought something happened to you."

You bite your lip. "I know. I'm sorry. I was just mad at you. I went to Peter's. I'm coming back home, though."

"Sorry isn't good enough! When are you going to learn that not everything is about what you want?"

You huff, getting slightly annoyed. "Says you, Mr. I'm-Better-Than-Everyone. I'm trying to apologize Tony I-"

Suddenly, someone yanks on your arm and you drop the phone.

"Dude, what the hell!" You exclaim, whirling around. Before you stands a man dressed in dark clothing. An unnerving smirk is plastered on his face, and his gray eyes are emotionless. Panic explodes in your chest. Without hesitating, you turn and bolt. Unfortunately, you don't get very far. Another intimidating man - this one with a beard - waits for you. Unable to stop fast enough, you run head on into him.

"Ah, hello little Miss Stark," he purrs.

Shit! Shit shit shit. Your mind reels. God you hate it when Tony's right. Especially if it's about this. The man roughly grabs hold of your shoulder before you can make a run for it again. You wildly glance around, searching for a way to escape. For someone to help. But for such a busy city, there is no one.

"Sueltáme!" Instinctively, you revert back to Spanish. You try to wrestle your arm away from the man, but he digs his surprisingly sharp nails in deeper. You cry out. "Help! Somebody!"

Your captor spins you around and locks his arm around your neck. Black spots dance in your eyes as the air is choked from you. Weakly, you kick backwards, making contact with his shin. But it hardly affects him. You struggle futilely as he brings up a strong smelling rag to your nose. For as long as possible you try to hold your breath. But when your lungs are burning, screaming for air, you can't hold back anymore. You take a deep breath.

And then everything goes dark.

A/N - This is really short. Sorry guys