Secrets ↠ Peter Parker

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(Y/N POV)

I will follow him.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion.

As I ran down the stairs, I was drowned in the sound of ringing alarms and the yelling of security rushing to get past. I felt so many things at once, and they made me feel sick to my stomach.

I felt used, I felt stupid, I felt scared.

How could I have not seen this before?

My feet skid across the sleek floors, but I couldn't stop. Not until I took Beck down. His technology seemed to have improved since the last time we came in contact, because this charade went right under my nose. I felt like an idiot for not realizing this sooner.

But all I could think about was Peter.

No matter what, I had to keep him safe. He was the most important thing left in my life, and if I lost him again... I wouldn't be able to come back from that. Losing him in prague crushed me completely, and even then I felt powerless.

I told Ned to call for backup, but to only let them take action on my command. Whatever was waiting for me in that room, I had no clue. I had to handle it on my own for the first half.

And finally I was here.

I knew Mysterio was waiting for me inside, so I hesitated to enter. I could feel his presence more than ever, and my hand reached towards my watch in natural instinct. But I knew I couldn't use force. I needed to bargain, old fashioned style.

He was in my territory, after all.

Taking a deep breath, I let the doors slide open.

It was cold in the room, my fingers shaking as I took the first steps in. I think they were shaking in fear, more than they were the cold. It was almost lifeless in the room, which made me more afraid than ever. Lifeless... I prayed that word wouldn't be literal.

"Y/N?"

Suddenly everything seemed real again. My eyes snapped towards the voice, recognizing it as Peter's. He stood on the other side of the room, his reactor glowing faintly in the shadows.

"Peter," I whispered, "stay where you are."

"Why?" he asked, taking a step towards me, "why do you keep telling me that?"

"I mean it," I commanded, my voice shaking, "don't move."

"Y/N...what's going on?"

It broke my heart to see him standing there. Standing there, unaware of everythign that was happening. He didn't know. He didn't know the truth, and once he found out, I didn't know how he'd feel.

He probably would feel more betrayed then I did.

"Where is he?" I questioned.

"Where is who?"

"You know who I'm talking about."

My eyes scanned the room, until it landed on the person I had been searching for this whole time. The person who took everything from me, and was willing to do it again.

"How dare you..." I said through gritted teeth, approaching them, "how dare you show your face to me again."

A devilish smile crept onto Adaki's lips, as they watched me draw closer.

"Technically," they smirked, "I didn't show my face."

In one swift moment, Adaki's appearance began to change. Peter whimpered behind me, confused and scared, and my soul hurt a little more after that. Soon Beck was standing in front of us, and I wanted to do nothing more than kill him.

But that would make me just like him.

"I'm surprised you even found out," he snarled, "If you were a couple days late, your little boyfriend would have been dead."

"You had every chance to make your move before," I spat out, "why did you wait?"

"I enjoyed watching you terrorize yourself, it made the job a lot more fun. The world stopped revolving around you, and you started obsessing over finding me."

"You're sick."

"But the best part of my plan was going to be killing Peter. Slowly, in front of you. And the day would have made it so much sweeter."

"The day? What are you talking about?"

"May 29," he laughed, his voice making me shake with anger, "imagine watching him die then."

May 29th. My father's birthday. The fact that anyone could be so deranged to the point where they'd do something as horrible as that, made me more angry then I had ever been. Everything about Beck disgusted me.

"I could kill you right now," I grimaced, "you do realize that?'

The man laughed again. My eyes were glued to him, watching his every move,

"But I won't," I said, "I don't kill."

The man suddenly stopped. It was eerily silent in the room, but I could hear Peter's heavy breaths behind me. I felt his fear, and I knew how much it hurt him. But, I needed to be strong.

"You don't kill?" Beck taunted.

"No, I don't."

He grinned, "but I do."

He threw his hands out towards us, and suddenly we were wrapped in an endless void. My mind flashed back to when I was in this very same situation in Prague.

But this time, I was prepared.

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