Wilted (Peter Parker x Reader)

11

Narrator

That camera shutter.
That flash.
Who was it?

Why did they take a picture and what would they do with it?

Why didn't your touch kill the man that grabbed you?

So many thoughts and questions were spewing through your head. They made you furious, but that was nothing compared to how you felt now.

You had woken up on an unfamiliar bed, instantly sending you into panic. The place with the "doctor" flashed through your head violently, reminding you of the agony and shame you went through before.

You jumped up from the bed, looking around as fast as your breath was going.

You were in a dark, barred room. A window that let in almost no light because of the curtains, a simple bed. But bars. You were in a giant bird cage, a trap, a cell.

Your attitude quickly changed from fear to anger. Across the room, outside your cell, two men stood with their back to you.

"I know she's a.... she... but we have to treat this like any other problem."

"All I can do is run some tests and go from there." They talked quietly to one another, angering you further.

"Hey!" You yelled, grabbing onto the bars. Your side burned, causing you to look down at it. Your clothes were stained with your own blood, and you remembered the man that stabbed you. You got angrier as you remembered all of the shitty things men have done to you lately.

"HEY!!!" You yelled louder, shaking the bars back and forth. They made ear piercing rattling and scraping noises, drawing the attention of the men standing there.

You recognized one- but you couldn't remember where from. Your eyebrows furrowed as they began the walk over. You realized you couldn't remember much. Like things were slowly and actively slipping from your mind.

Where you came from... where you started...
Who were you before you became the girl trying to rid New York of liars?

What did it matter, though? You didn't have anything good to remember, as far as you were concerned.

"Hush, Kid." The smug, rich looking one spoke. He held sunglasses in his hand, but placed them on his head.

"Let me out." You demanded. They didn't respond, but kept walking over. "LET ME OUT!"

"Vision, would you?" He spoke to someone around the corner.

Suddenly,  a man- you assumed that's what he was- fazed THROUGH the wall. Your mind couldn't comprehend it what so ever.

You backed up quite a few feet, not sure what to make of whatever was happening.

You were scared.

The man, apparently named Vision, floated slowly, and slightly awkwardly, towards you.

The man, not the smug one, held up his badge and scanned the door, causing a loud unlock to sound.

Now or never. Now or never.

That's the first and only thing you thought.

When Vision was close enough, and the two men turned their back in trust of their purple and green floating cape friend, you stuck your hands out.