Marvel Imagines

Biology

Minutes turned to hours, hours turned to days, days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. It got harder and harder to tell the time. I don't even remember how I got here. I think I was walking home with a boy? Wait Peter! That's his name, he walked me home and- Wait where is home? I stared at the ceiling, feeling the water drip onto my bare stomach. Did I have a home?

I tried to remember, images of a woman calling my name for dinner. Yes, I had a home. That woman must be my mother. I tried to imagine sitting at the table. The little boy and mother speaking foreign tongue. I was smacked, snapping me back to reality.

"Steh auf Petunie" The man in black yelled and I stood. Feeling him grab my arm and yank me towards the medical room once again.

He threw me towards the examiner chair. I sat in it watching a woman in white come in and the man in black leave.

"How are you feeling Petunia?" She asked every day. The same question everyday. I asked her not to call me that but she said she was under strict orders.

"I'm in a lot of pain. I feel like my stomach is knotting itself into this cluster of nerves." I poke my bare stomach only to hunch slightly.

"The serums are working, I'm sorry to do this but we are upping the dosage until they are happy." She brought out the IV bag and increased the concentration of the yellow serum. I flinched when she stuck the needle into my already bruised arm.

"What is going to happen is your biology is enhanced, which means you will experience more primal urges." She continued talking but the pain in my arm was masking my surroundings. I focused on the IV bag and watched as the yellow liquid drained into my body. This time it was different. The pain was icy and cold, my veins felt like they were burning and tears rolled down my eyes.

The sports bra soaked up the tears and I looked back up to the Doctor as she wrote on her clipboard. Two men entered this time, ushering the doctor outside. Another woman came in and took the IV out and pulled me up.

She pulled me down an unfamiliar hall and I tried walking but she was too quick. A guard unlocked the door and revealed a room similar to mine. I was shoved inside and the door closed. I looked around and sat  in the corner watching the walls and items around me. I watched the door open and another kid get thrown in. He looked my age but beat up a lot worse than I was. I saw the metal collar around his neck as he searched the room.

His eyes widened when he saw me. "Y/n?" I focused on him to see Peter. He slid in front of me and assessed my wounds. I hugged him tightly and cried into his shoulder. Then it hit me, his scent was very strong. How have I not noticed this before!? I felt him pull back and wrapped his arms around himself. I felt a tinge in my stomach twist making me hunch over.

"What's happening?" I cried and looked up at Peter. He crawled away from me. "Peter?" I scooted closer to him but he yelled saying not to come closer.

I stopped and watched him shake. Within a second he stopped and mumbled an apology.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's happening but I don't know if I can control it." He whispered and I moved closer slightly. I crawled quietly and sat beside him. He turned quickly pinning me to the wall. I looked up and saw his eyes staring me down and moving down my body. His pupils blown covering his irises.

"Peter." I warned but he growled as if he were an animal. I tried to pull away but he knelt down, his face going towards my neck. He sniffed quickly and nibbled at my pulse point. I stifled a light moan and I watched him smirk and move over me.

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I felt him move beside me and I turned around the face him. I laid my head on his chest and listened to his heart beat.

I heard the door open and watched as two shadows moved towards us. Peter quickly woke up and jumped in front of me.

"Kid? Oh Thank God, your aunt has been driving me insane." The light subsided and I finally saw the figures to be the Tony Stark and Steve Rogers. Peter moved quickly and covered himself. Steve went to help me but Peter growled at him. "Now what the hell was that Peter?" Tony tried to grab a hold of Peter but he moved to quickly and shielded me.

"I will help her out, just lead the way. No one touches her." Steve handed over a blanket which Peter wrapped around me. I looked at the two men and looked down hoping to shrink out of my own existence.

They lead us out and Peter wrapped an arm around my waist protectively. I looked around to see bodies covering the floors and blood on the walls. I stop and look at Peter.

I needed to find her. I ran off in the opposite direction. Peter yelled my name but I ignored him. I went through the halls until I foundmy medical room and grabbed the clipboard. I searched the halls until I found her room only to see her dead on her floor.

A hand gripped my arm and I turned to see Captain America. "She was good, she must have gotten too close to me." He offered a small smile. I knew he pitied me but I didn't want his pity. He offered a hand and helped me back through the halls.

"What's you name?" He asked and I stated it quietly. "Well you must be from the L/n family. I'm sorry for your loss."

"What do you mean loss?" I looked up at him and he froze slightly. His body going rigid.

"I will tell you more when we get you healed up." We reached back to Peter and Tony Stark who had held Peter tightly in the Iron Man suit. I handed them the clipboard with my information on it.

"This should have what they did to me." I went beside Peter who hugged me tightly once again.

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Peter wouldn't let me be alone with anyone else unless he was there. He was very overprotective, which makes sense from what Bruce Banner had discovered. The serums we were injected with was to enhance our primal instincts. They weren't able to get rid of it as it messed with our genetic coding.

Steve explained what happened to my mom and little brother when I was abducted along with Peter. It was hard to feel anything for people I couldn't remember properly. It felt like all my memories were shot to hell and replaced with silence.

Peter held me close and I stared at the wall while he slept. Aunt May had visited often relieved to see Peter again. I felt happy for him but I couldn't decide what it really means to feel. Everything feels blank and dead I don't know what to do about it. This is only the beginning of my recovery.