All Of Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

Chapter 24

"She's dead, sir,"

The Sergeant Major's whole body froze as those words left the unfortunate agent. The whole room fell into silence. The only things brave enough to make noise were the computers, while the other agents barely found the courage to breathe. The most they would risk was shallow wisps of air moving too slowly to replace the bad air with the good, but with the lack of oxygen, they at least had a chance of living.

However, the Sergeant Major was a different matter. They could see in the way his eyes changed as the old man turned around and faced the messenger. It took everything he had not to pull out his gun and kill the messenger where he stood. He was fucking done with this mess and wanted (y/n) dead. Not only was it time-consuming, but time-wasting. After the initial excitement of his promotion had ended, he began to regret taking the role. Before, he had been in charge of small parts of the base compared to his new rank. Now, he was in charge of over half of the missions, events, disputes, deaths, bodies, and repairs that his superiors didn't want to take care of either. He had tried passing on the issue of (y/n)'s death to someone else so he could focus on more important things, but it was placed back on his desk in no more than thirty minutes. Everyone wanted her dead, and it was his job to make it happen and or else he'd be "removed".

"I'm sorry... What was that?" he asked. His voice was quieter compared to his usual barbaric screams, sending a chill down the other agents' spines, causing a wave of empathy for the poor messenger.

Said messenger swallowed thickly, his nails shallowly piercing the skin of his hand to keep his emotions in check, but it was barely working. "Ms. Elor has failed her mission. We recently found evidence that (l/n) killed her in combat and that the American Government disposed of her body accordingly... whatever that entails," he said in a false but steady tone.

The Sergeant Major had eyes on him as he walked towards him in long strides, his steps echoing in the silent room, before finally stopping in front of the messenger. The older man stared his hard, cold eyes into the messenger's-

-Blood spewed from his throat.

It had happened so fast and suddenly, not everyone was able to see how fast it had happened. The ones closest to them saw a flash of metal poke out from the Sergeant Major's sleeve before his arm pulled back and flew across the messenger's throat, while the others could only see or guess the result. The messenger agent dropped like a rock from a cliff. He fell to the floor, blood flowing from the slash to his throat and dripping from between his fingers to pool on the floor. Deep gasps left his windpipe, only to end up being gurgled as he tried to breathe through it. Blood splattered from his mouth as it came past his tongue. The Sergeant Major watched as he struggled until there was nothing but a still body on the floor. He whipped around to reveal the blood that now stained his uniform, his eyes gazing over the agents in the room.

"I WANT (L/N) DEAD! She's a fucking sixteen-year-old who only finished training three years ago for God's sake! Send out a message that I no longer care who volunteers, just as long as she dies!!" he screamed, spit flying from his mouth.

He left no room for any comments as he stomped out of the Mission Control room, leaving a red trail of footprints in his wake.

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Pepper listened to the loud booms that came from (y/n)'s gun, watching as she continuously shot targets without effort. (Y/n) stood alone in a large rectangular room, her gun held up in front of her. She was in her workout clothes, with the addition of a pair of shooting earmuffs on her head to counter the deafening shots that she rained down. It was just the two of them in the house. Tony was off on a business meeting, this time in London, and wouldn't be back until o' dark thirty. Despite knowing each other for weeks, they still haven't said so much as a word more than they had to. Pepper hoped to change that today. If she was going to live with her, Pepper wanted to at least be comfortable with her in her own house. So she waited, standing outside the bulletproof glass door, until she heard the empty click of the gun. (Y/n)'s focus shifted from the targets to her gun as she realized that she had run out of bullets and took off her earmuffs. Seeing her chance, Pepper opened the door and walked in.