All Of Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

Chapter 17

"You should eat, you know?" Peter said as he pushed a plate of peanut butter and jelly sandwich towards her. But all she did was stare at him with a blank expression.

They were back in the room she had been in the day before, the broken remains of the metal door placed against the wall in the hallway. But the chair she was strapped in was new... And had extra thick cuffs... And a built-in alarm that shocked her if she tried to move too much. Though she hadn't done anything to activate it yet.

Her fire armor had long since been switched out for her normal black mission suit to make herself comfortable in her last days of life.

And across a fold-up plastic table was Peter in a metal fold-up chair fully suited. Until they knew she wouldn't at least try to kill him, Tony gave him strict orders to keep his identity a secret for as long as possible. After cocooning her top half in webs and walking her to Stark tower like a dog on a leash, Peter had been put in charge of keeping an eye on her. But the (h/c) haired girl hadn't done so much as talk. The most movement he'd seen her do so far was shift herself so she could be more comfortable.

"Not hungry," (y/n) mumbled quietly.

Peter sighed. "I was told that you haven't eaten anything since yesterday. Did you at least while you escaped?" he asked.

"No," she replied.

"Then you should eat. Don't you think?" he said, trying to reason with her.

(Y/n) sighed, and straightened her sitting position, never breaking her eye contact with him. "This won't go any better for you than it did the last guy," she said.

Peter's face scrunched up in confusion as the eyes of his mask shrunk before they widened back. "Are you talking about Happy?" he asked.

"Possibly. Though, he wasn't happy in the least,"

"Oh yeah, that's Happy. No doubt,"

Silence took over after that. Seconds ticked by, agonizingly dragging into minutes. And never once did (y/n) take her eyes off him. It was almost like she was a doll. Sitting in a stiff and firm posture, eyes blank and staring at him for seconds at a time before blinking. But the staring alone was enough to make him want to squirm in his seat.

"Can you stop it?" he asked her in a nervous but irritated tone.

"Stop what?" she asked back.

"Watching me," he told her. "It's rude, and it's freaking me out a little," he added.

"Why?" she asked bluntly.

Peter raised a brow which resulted in his right eye in growing slightly bigger than his left. "Why? Because it makes me uncomfortable. Doesn't it make you uncomfortable?" he asked her.

"I wouldn't know," she told him.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"That's not your place to know. Besides, I was thinking about how disappointing it is that you're the last person I'll be seeing ever again," she said.

Peter's eyes went back to normal as he took his turn to stare at her. (Y/n)'s words seemed to fly in his head before crash landing, sticking in his mind. Ever again? What was that supposed to mean? He didn't think she meant to die, but it was safe to say she wasn't a kidder.

"Again? What do you mean again?" he asked her. His voice was calm but underlined in an apprehensive pressure that (y/n) was sure to notice. But she didn't answer, all she did was stare at him. And it was something in that silence that started to make his heartbeat quicken in worry.