Electricity (gwen stacy x reader)

Brooklyn

I could see my skin, and it was electic blue and my hair became straight and bright white. now i understand why gwen was so afraid. I could feel the same sharp pain in my chest, but it grew more and more comfortable. I turned away from gwen and bent the top part of my body over my bottom half. Gwen reached out to touch me, but I pulled away. "Don't gwen, I don't wanna hurt you. I'm a weapon." i said still crying. 

"Y/N what do you mean? What's going on with you." 

"I don't know." I told her. the static feeling came again and I could see the pathways of wires and what looked like lighting again. Nothing was guiding me this time. I had no where to go. So I left go. 

I was blasted into a pile of trash in a back alley. It took me a moment to open my eyes but the smell was what gave it away. I laid on the trash bags until I regained my full brain power and realized I was laying in garbage. I sprung up onto my feet, and found my footing. I looked down at my blue hands. shit. i closed my eyes and took my thumb and placed it in between my middle and and ring finger on both hands. I squeezed hard. I do this every time Im stressed. i opened one eye and peaked down at my hands. I could see the blue run up my arms. I watched it run up my legs and arms. I watched it run along my body and a feeling grew into my chest at my heart. I looked at my body and saw the blue was gone. I pulled out my phone and looked at my face and hair on the camera. My hair had become dark and curly again and my face wasn't blue. My eyes however didn't go back to normal. Instead they looked like balls of glass, completely clear. I shut them tight and opened them again, but they didn't go back. Then I looked down my shirt. My arms and legs were back to their normal skin tone, but my stomach and chest where bright blue still. I reached into my coat pocket because I usually have a pair of sunglasses on me. I did. I put them on and pulled my hoodie tight around my body to try and hide the faint glow of blue that came from under my shirt. Now time to find where I landed myself. 

I walked around for a bit then I remembered my phone. I could call someone. Obviously not gwen. Tonys probably doing important things. Peter wouldn't know how to deal with the situation. Mays at work. Natasha is probably with tony. I have no one to call. No one who understands. I'm alone. I'm gonna get sold to Hyrda, and become a weapon. they mentioned the winter solider. Bucky Barnes. 

I stopped for a moment to think about Bucky. Uncle Buck as my dad would call him, except he never met his uncle buck. he died in WWll. Or thats what everyone thought. Turns out he was an assassin for Hyrda all along. For years I looked up to this man, and respected him for being a war hero. But he's alive and kicking. Kicking people off roofs for a living. What machine could they be talking about. Bucky was a shitty person who worked for Hyrda. Or I guess he still does. How in the world would they make me like him. He may be my great uncle but I will never be a killer like him. 

Most of my family is war heros to be honest. My great uncle is Bucky Barnes, a howling comando. My grandfather is howard stark, who isn't really a 'war hero' but he was pretty dam important. I knew all the howling commandos, and peggy carter. they were all important to my dad, so why on earth was he working for Hydra it doesn't make sense. 

i kept thinking till I was brought back down to earth by a barking dog. shit right gotta figure out where I am. i looked around at the street signs and put two and two together and realized I was in Brooklyn. I kept walking down the street trying to figure out where I should go, cause I can't go home anymore. I paused by a backalley and leaned up against the wall, shutting my eyes, and trying not to cry. i felt someone slide their arm around my waist as i had my eyes shut. I opened my eyes to see a man in his 30's have his arm around me tugging me forward into the backalley. I tried to pull away but I got tense from the fear. 

"Hey sweetheart, talk a walk with me would you?" He asked. I could smell the alcohol. 

"No piss off." I said trying to get away from him again.

"dirty little mouth you have huh? I got just the perfect thing to wash it out." he said grabbing my jaw. I could feel a buzzing in my fist as it powered up. I couldn't stop it from happening. I was about to punch him, in the face with my glowing fist when all of a sudden the man fell forward onto his face. I turned around to see Steve Rogers.