Eyes On Me [PETER PARKER]✔︎

14

There was a crash, sending both me and Peter on our feet on the bed. I felt every nerve in my body as Peter helped me down. I could have gone down myself, but I liked that he wanted to help.

We crept out of my bedroom, feeling my eyes start to glow as Peter strapped his web shooter to his wrists. My hands heated up as I stood behind him, both of us low to the ground.

We jumped down the stairs without a sound, and as we were turning, Peter was thrown to the other side of the house.

"PETER!" I yelled, going to run to him. I was yanked back, my hands pinned behind my back in a painful way. I yelped, wincing and shutting my eyes tightly. Peter shot up at the sound of my yelp, an anger in his eyes.

"LET HER GO!" He yelled, angrier more than terrified. A laugh escaped the persons throat, one that sent the most terrified shiver up my spine.

"Why would I want let my daughter go?" Peter's eyes widened as my father stepped into the light.

"Y-You're supposed to be--"

"Dead? I know. One of my many tricks." He said with a smirk. He pulled my arms up more, sending a tear down my cheek as I was put in more pain.

"L-Let her go, please." Peter pleaded as I stared at him with fear. I looked him up and down, noticing that he only had a cut on his cheek from slamming into a vase.

"I can't do that. I need to take away something she has." I stared ahead, confused before my father grabbed my wrist and aimed my hand at Peter. I yelled out in shock as he pressed on a nerve, a bolt of electricity shooting out of my hand, hitting Peter in the chest.

"NO!" I yelled, going to run to Peter. But he was already being launched back. He hit the window, crashing out and falling off the cliff. I screamed, falling to my knees.

He's dead. He can't survive that fall. Can he? No, it's not possible. He's dead.

Because of your powers.

My father chuckled wickedly, yanking me by the hair, slapping a cloth over my mouth as he whispered in my ear. "This will be over soon, darling." I scratched at his hands, too afraid to use my powers now as everything went black.

***

I woke up with a cut lip, my wrists and ankles chained to a strange circular machine. I was standing up, looking around Oscorp in fear. Why am I here? I felt a pain in my arms, looking at them to notice I had several small needles in them.

"Help! Someone please!" I yelled, jiggling my arms and legs. I looked down, noticing my torso was also strapped down. I cried out, feeling tears begging to fall down.

"No one will hear you, sweetheart. Everyone has left." My father said with a laugh as he left the darkness, staring at me through the glass.

"Why are you doing this? WHY DID YOU MAKE ME KILL PETER?" I said, crying as memories of what could only have been a few moments ago flooded into my brain.

"Because. He knew too much about me, doll. He knew I killed your mother, may god rest her soul, and he knew I killed Norman, the one who actually stole my idea to make this... Oscorp. And I am simply... taking away your powers before I kill you, because now you know far too much." My father rambled, more tears leaving me with each word. I shook my head, not wanting any of this to be real.

I looked at my hands, which were starting to glow. I yelled, bolts of electricity escaping my palms and blasting everywhere. My father ran over to a control board, pushing a button that injected whatever liquid was in the needles into me. I cried out, a pain I have never felt entering my body.