All Of Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

Chapter 19

"Beat it, Blood!"

"But I'm telling you, I can handle it! If anyone should get a chance to kill her, it should be me!"

"I said no,"

Katherine stomped down the halls of HYDRA, trailing after the Sergeant Major as he rushed away from her. It had been a few hours since (l/n) had been added to the kill list, and the very first person to sign up for the job was none other than Katherine. Like many others, Katherine was always watching the kill list for new targets available, jumping at any opportunity to prove herself and get out of the base. The moment came when (y/n) was finally put up on the kill list, she'd been going around like a woman on a mission (so to speak). To put it simply, she was... highly insistent.

"I came third in my class at the academy, survived solo missions for two years now, and I specialize in stealth. For fuck's sake, that's what you need!" she growled as she gritted through her teeth.

The Sergeant Major stopped abruptly, causing Katherine to nearly crash into his back before he turned around and looked down at her. The blonde backed up, her heart beating a little bit faster as he glared at her. Her throat went dry, and her hands trembled the slightest bit, making her put her hands behind her back.

"Blood," he spat out like it left a bad aftertaste in his mouth. "We don't need you. Every fight you've gone up against her, you've lost. There are plenty of perfectly capable and experienced agents here who stand a better chance against (l/n) than you. I'll send them instead," he said in a low voice, his harsh words rumbling like thunder and striking Katherine like lightning.

Her green eyes seemed to glaze over with a familiar sense of hatred. The kind that festered and boiled in every part of her body until all she wanted to do was let it out in the most horrifying, grotesque, and goriest way possible. As Katherine began to breathe harder through her nose, the Sergeant Major turned away and began to resume his walk down the hall. In an anger-driven haze of judgment, she ran after him.

"Then who is? I'll join them," she said, trailing after him.

The Sergeant Major sighed as he walked a bit faster, his fists clenching tighter by the second. "You're testing my patience, and that's never a smart thing to do," he snarled, not even bothering himself with turning around to look at her. "When will you realize that you'll never be on the same level as everyone else? They will beat you into the cold. Hard. Ground. Because that's where you started, and that's where you'll end. And more than that, I'd bet my bottom dollar that you wouldn't last a whole day on this mission before you'd end up dead in a ditch. We don't need stealth, we need skill, which you lack at the moment," he snarled at her.

Katherine's feet seemed to refuse to take another step, her legs becoming stiff. Her heart squeezed itself as she listened to his words. A wave of sadness washed over her, her throat clenching as she tried to keep from yelling out.

"Then who are you sending after (l/n)?" she yelled as the gap between her and The Sergeant Major grew with each second.

"Ms. Elor. She's qualified," he stated rather simply.

"And if she isn't?" Katherine asked, her voice steady, yet wavering as she finished the question.

For the second time that day, the Sergeant Major stopped and turned towards her. Instead of wearing a scowl on his face, he wore a pleasant expression, like he had a small vision of happiness.

"If by some divine mistake Ms. Elor fails, then you'll get your chance... But I don't think you'll live through it," he said. With those last parting words, he turned around and walked away.