"Y-you should eat, you know?" Spider-Man 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. The chair she was strapped in was new, having extra thick cuffs, and a built-in alarm that would shock 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.
Across a fold-up table was Peter in a plastic chair, fully suited. Until they knew she wouldn't at least try to kill him, Tony gave him strict orders to keep his suit, and more importantly, his mask, on. After practically cocooning her top half in webs and walking her into Stark Tower like a dog on a leash, Peter had been put in charge of keeping an eye on her. However, the (h/c) haired girl hadn't done so much as talk to him. 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 eat 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. "I'm not going to cooperate for you any more than I did for the last guy," she said.
Peter's face scrunched up in confusion as the eyes of his mask shrank before they widened back. "Are you talking about Happy?" he asked.
"Yes, but he wasn't happy in the least,"
"Oh yeah, that's Happy,"
Silence took over after that. Seconds ticked by, agonizingly dragging into minutes. 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 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.
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All Of Me (Peter Parker x Reader)
Fanfiction(April 24, 2025)- Currently undergoing minor editing! The Civil War was over. What once was a strong group of legendary heroes is now split up, and Tony is left to pick up the pieces on his side of life. And with fewer numbers, he's not taking any c...
