SpiderMan's Daughter: Book Two: Bigger Guns And Even Bigger Villains

What's Going On?

Rachel Parker (SpiderGirl) POV

"Come on! Just say one word!" "Fine. We're going to lock you up if you won't speak." I heard Nick Fury say in the next room.

I swung into the room, I was wearing a long sleeved blue shirt and jeans, so it probably looked weird. "Woah, wait! There's no need for that." I argued.

"Stand down, SpiderGirl. We've tried everything, thought about even using cattle prods. I'm starting to think she's on the villain's side. Not ours." Director Fury told me. "With all due respect, please give me at least 15 minutes." I said quickly.

"Fine. If your father wasn't The Amazing SpiderMan and we didn't owe him a few favors, I would say no way. 15 minutes, only. But in her cell." He had the guards lead her in handcuffs.

I followed sulkily. My father was being cared for in the intensive care unit, so this is the only thing I had to take care of personally.

It was an all white room with a glass mirror that I was pretty sure was two way. But it looked like a normal mirror... The guards lead me in and bolted the door shut. "Just remember, as soon as she tries something we're going to come in there and fully chain her up." I heard Director Fury say over an intercom.

"Okay." I said back, doubting they could hear me. "So, how's it shaking?" I asked the woman. She was in a grey jumpsuit.

She had beautiful, blonde, wavy hair and bright blue eyes. She seemed to be studying me with a penetrating gaze.

She wouldn't answer me for a long while. Seconds..minutes...and what felt like hours. "Really? Nothing? You're not going to say anything?" I asked. She still didn't respond. I began to walk out the door, "good luck saving yourself." I said over my shoulder, knowing she would respond, begging for me.

"Webshooters but able to make your own web, very impressive." She said, the corners of her mouth turning up slightly. I turned all the way back around and smiled at her. "How can you...?" I began to ask, I was wearing long sleeves.

"Come sit with me." She said, holding up her hands and pointing with her hands still bound, to the spot next to her. She sat cross legged on the floor, her hands bound by some heavy chains with electricity running though them.

I carefully crossed the room, my Spidey sense wasn't tingling so I knew she was okay. I sat next to her, she stared at her wrists and then to me.

"What would you like to know?" She asked, her eyes scanning my face. "Who are you, what do you do and where do you come from?" I asked.

She sighed, looking around the room. "Well, I guess if I tell you, they'll hear it too?" I looked at her, confused. Who, the mole people? What!?

"That's a two way mirror and no I'm not that crazy." She said calmly.