Talons of the Bird || Spiderman Fan Fiction

Chapter 12

It was now the next day, and Peter walked into Tony Stark's office with a toasted sandwich in hand. "Good morning, Peter," Friday said her usual flat tone. "Hey, Friday. How's Emily?" He asked with a mouthful of food, strolling to the desk. "She has not awakened yet, but she did stir a couple of times through the night," She replied. Peter nodded as he sat down, pulling his laptop out of his bag. May had agreed to phone in sick to his school that day, so he could keep an eye on Emily as she recovered. It seemed to be the best idea as Peter would be the only person she knows at the tower, and it would be safer for her to see a familiar face when she wakes up. He was just about to start on some homework when he heard some faint tapping on the glass coming from the other room. "Peter, she's conscious," Friday informed him. He closed his laptop and put his sandwich down next to it, before making his way to the other room. As he walked in, he saw Emily sat upright on the floor with her legs crossed in front of her, now changed into a black nightie that was supplied with the cell, and her hair no longer in braids. She had her heavy armored outfit from the day before tossed into the corner in a messy pile and her hair a tousled mess from the long sleep. Her skin was still pitch-black and her hair still bright white, showing that whatever affects her father had on her were still present.

A panel in the wall on the other side of her cell opened to reveal a tray of food, not looking particularly appetizing but still edible. She turned to look at it but didn't even attempt to show any interest in it. She just turned back to face Peter. "Good morning, you not hungry?" He said as he sat down in the same position in front of her on the other side of the glass. "Who are you?" She said, with a strict harshness in her tone. She clearly still had her defences up but knew there was no point in fighting. "I'm your friend," Peter said, feeling a little disappointed that she still couldn't remember him. "But you know I look familiar, don't you?" He asked back to her, remembering her reaction to seeing his face in the fight yesterday. She looked down on the ground with a vacant look on her face. "I don't know you," She ensured him, making her eyes meet his with a frustrated expression. "Where am I?" She demanded. "I can't tell you that. Not until the real Emily comes back," Peter replied, matching the assertive tone in her voice. "How are you feeling?" He asked, still concerned about if she might be in any pain, but she didn't respond. She just looked back down to the ground with her frustration still visible.

"What do you know about your father?" He asked, hoping he could get some intel on him before the real Emily comes back. She ignored him. "Do you know he kidnapped you?" He asked, knowing maybe he could hit a nerve to loosen her up a bit. Her eyes zipped up to meet his, but she still refused to answer. "What do you know about your mother?" He prodded once more. Her expression softened. "I know you killed her," she said, with a cold, hard glare. Peter was shocked by that response, knowing that, at first, Emily did slightly blame Spiderman for not getting to the scene fast enough. He still knew, however, that Emily didn't really feel that way after she had met him, and that she needed to take her anger out on the situation somehow. "If anyone is to blame for that, it's your dad. trust me, I've got evidence," He stood his ground. "That's not true," She calming stated, calling his bluff. Unfortunately for her, there was no bluff. Peter got up to go back to his laptop, knowing he had a downloaded copy of the CCTV saved on there in case if he needed to investigate more into the matter. He walked back over with his laptop in hand, typing into the keyboard, before taking a seat in front of her again.

He sat down, placing the laptop in front of him facing her. He hit play, leaning over the screen so he could see what she was seeing. The video played, showing her mother and father sat next to each other. Martin's hand reached out to her mom's arm, making her arm go black. Just as she hit the fire alarm and reached for the gun, pulling it up to her head, Peter paused the video just before the scene got too graphic. He looked up to see his friend, with a cold expression on her face, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. She was still stiff, with her lips pursed, clearly thinking about the tape. "I'm sorry, Emily..." Peter apologized quietly with a remorseful look on his face. She looked down to the ground, letting her hair fall over her eyes, hiding her from his gaze. She raised her hands up to the glass, suddenly striking it as hard as she could, the loud bang echoing across the office. she then held out her arm to the side, striking it forward, making her armor from the corner collide with the glass as well. With her other arm, she did the same movement, flying the tray of food out of the wall and into the window, causing the food to rain down over her.

She got up with a quick movement and climbed back onto her bed, tucking her knees to her chest and keeping her head down, making herself as small as possible. Peter took this as his cue to give her space again. Despite her possession, he knew this was typical of Emily. This was exactly the same way she reacted when she first learned of her mother's death. She put on a brave face, gave herself space, and didn't feel afraid to let loose of her frustrations. Hopefully, the real Emily would come back soon, and that the sensitive interaction might push away whatever hold Martin had on her. Peter walked back to the desk with his laptop in hand, feeling guilty about the video, wondering if Emily would remember what she saw when she woke up. He decided he would leave her alone for the rest of the day unless she called for help, so he could get on with his homework.