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. It was sudden when her eyes flashed open. Like someone had flipped on a light switch. One moment, she was relaxed and everything was black, and the next, a bright light shone in her eyes that caused a slight sting as they fluttered to adjust. Her chest calmly rose and fell as her heart flipped over and over again.

Finally adjusting to the light above her head, she turned her head, taking in her surroundings. It was a small room with plain gray walls, ceiling, and floors. There was a small steel table on wheels with a bottle and a needle on it. A small beeping made her turn the opposite way, and she saw a heart monitor. The small green line showing her heart rate, and wires leading from the machine to a glowing blue clamp on her finger and wrist. Lifting her head, she looked over her chest and saw her body strapped to the table by thick metal cuffs. They circled around her arms, legs, and torso tightly, ensuring that she barely had room to breathe. Tearing her eyes away from the metal cuffs, and moved to the door that stood at the far end of the room. Next to it was a long horizontal mirror, showing her the reflection of the room.

Great. An interrogation room. Couldn't be any more obvious, she thought. (Y/n) let out a sigh as her head thumped against the table, closing her eyes when the light once again flashed in her (e/c) eyes.

Closing her eyes, relaxing her body and feeling the muscles in her body. She focused on the feeling of the blood pumping into her and, and the slight discomfort of being strapped down on the table. 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, threatening to give out. Taking a deep breath, she let it out, and an irritated groan followed it as her body gave out. Her arms slumped back into place and she took shallow breaths.

"Goddamnit," (y/n) muttered calmly, and she felt her heart give a small little flip as she did. She knew it was anger. What else could it be when you were strapped down on a stupid table?

"Yeah, that won't work out too well," a voice said, it's 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 light gray long sleeve 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 and serious as he stared at her. And she glared at him with whatever she was supposed to be feeling at that moment. It must have worked from what she could tell because she watched as his shoulders stiffen.

Tony shuffled uneasily in his place in the doorway, looking away from her, and towards a random place at the wall at his

"What? surprised to see me? Well, see me alive?" he asked, getting no answer. "Ah, I see. Let me guess, you kill a simple life waitress, steal her uniform and name, try to kill, not only me but my partner, and you won't even say a fucking 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? How long was I out? It must be near noon by now, she thought, keeping her mouth shut.

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