All Of Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

Chapter 11

The first thing (y/n) knew when she woke up was that she was strapped down. Her chest calmly rose and fell as her heart flipped wildly inside her. One moment, everything was black, then the next, a bright light shone painfully in her eyes, stinging slightly. Adjusting to the blaring light above her head, she lifted her head to look around and take in her surroundings. Checking herself first, she looked over her chest and saw that her body was strapped to the table by thick metal cuffs. They circled tightly around her arms, legs, and torso tightly, ensuring that she only had room to breathe. The room she was in had gray walls, as well as a gray ceiling and floors. A small beeping sound made her head snap upwards to look in the area behind her. At the very top of her vision, she saw a heart monitor with a moving green line, noting how the line jumped irregularly when her heart flipped. She lifted her head as high as it could go while lifting her fingers. Sure enough, she saw a small medical clamp on her ring finger. Her eyes wandered from her hand to the front of the room, immediately noticing her reflection in a long mirror on the wall. Next to it was a long horizontal mirror, where she only saw enough to see the other end of the room behind her. The last thing she took note of was the table and chair placed in front of the table she was strapped to.

An interrogation room, she thought.

(Y/n) let out a sigh as her head fell back against the table, closing her eyes to avoid the brightness from the light above her. She closed her eyes, focusing on the feeling of every muscle in her body. She focused on the feeling of the blood pumping through her and the slight discomfort of being strapped down on the table, sensing everything she could. Then, in a desperate attempt at using her raw strength, she surged all of her energy into her arms. They slammed against the cuffs, a loud rattling sound in response to her efforts. She continued until her arms began to shake, and her body gave out. All of the air she'd been holding escaped her in one breath, leaving her panting from the effort she had just put out. Her whole body slumped back into place.

"Ok... one more time," (y/n) muttered to herself.

"Yeah, that won't work out too well," a voice said, its cocky tone echoing throughout the room.

Stark, the (h/c) haired girl thought. She lifted her head and looked over her chest, coming face to face with her failed target.

He looked at her, leaning against the open doorway with his hands in his pockets. He was no longer in a costume, nor a metal suit, but casual black pants and a light gray long-sleeved shirt that he rolled up to his elbows. His head was patched up, and she could see a nasty red and purple bruise on his eyes and nose. His face was somber as he glared at her. She glared right back with an actor's anger as best as she could from her position. It must have worked, from what she could tell, because she watched as his shoulders stiffened. Stark shuffled uneasily in his place in the doorway, looking away from her and towards a random spot on the wall.

"What? Surprised to see me alive?" he asked.

The only answer he received was continued silence.

"Ah! I see. Let me guess, you steal a uniform, break into my party, try to shoot me at said party, cause a panic, and then try to not only kill me, but my fiancée as well, all in the same night, and you won't say a word. Can't believe I spent twelve hours waiting for this," he spat out, walking in front of the mirror with his arms crossed across his chest.

Twelve hours? It must be near noon by now. Times running out, (y/n) thought.

Tony scoffed as he faced the ground. He thought he'd be done dealing with people like this, but he never got a break. It was still going after all these years, just one deadly hurdle after the other, rolling with the punches. Taking a breath and breathing it out, he looked back up at her.