𝘎𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 ~ Peter Parker

Chapter 6

I felt the wind going against my back as i plummeted towards the ground. I was facing up towards the slowly darkening sky, some stars beginning to become visible.

I closed my eyes and tried to focus on my favourite memories as the sounds of car horns and trains zooming past became louder.

I braced for the impact as my heart beat boomed in my chest.

And thats when I hit the floor.

But why did the floor smell like peanut butter and sunflowers? And also why the hell could I still feel the wind in my hair if i was no longer falling. Oh and WHY THE HELL WASN'T I DEAD!?

Fighting against my fear I opened my eyes to come face to face with that SpiderMan guy who was all over the internet right now.

Well not exactly face to face, he was wearing an expensive looking mask that clung tightly to his face and matched with a full suit.

And also not face to face because he was looking straight ahead, concentrating on every single bit of buildings he attached his webs to.

Ugh God can't whoever this creep is just respect my wishes and let me die it peace? I tried to untangle myself from him and let myself fall again but it was clear that wasn't going to happen.

It was like he read my thoughts because the arm holding me tightened around my waist. I struggled and let out an animal like snarl "Let me go!"

He said nothing, but I could tell by the way he flinched he wasn't expecting those words to come out of my mouth, if any words in fact.

He finally let me go onto a rooftop building were I stumbled, falling on the ground, the hard stones breaking my skin.

I looked up to see this spider of a douchebag standing up straight about 5 meters away from me, looking at me. I couldn't read his expression because of the mask.

I glanced around, the rooftop was high, not as high as Stark towers of course, maybe 20 stories. A fall from this height would be most likely lethal, I decided to take those odds.

Running towards the nearest ledge to me I clambered up and attempted to jump again.

But before my feet could leave the crumbled ledge a massive force gripped onto my wrist, yanking me back. I was thrown onto the floor, my head only just missing a glass shard.

"Stop running!" He gripped each of my shoulders with both hands and tried to shake some sense into me. At least thats what I think he was doing. (Get your mind out of the gutter.)

"I'm just trying to help you" he said, damn I could almost hear the sympathy in his voice. His voice... it sounded so familiar, one of those things that stays on the tip of your tongue and you just can't quite remember properly.

"Well then stop trying to help me!" I screamed back, shoving his hands off my shoulders.

But he wouldn't move his hands, probably thought I was going to try and jump off another building or something.

"Well maybe if you didn't try to jump off a building then I wouldn't be trying to help you right now." His tone didn't match mine, I was angry and loud, he seemed oddly calm.

I said nothing, waiting for him to say something again. I didn't know what to say honestly. "Now i'm going to bring you back down to where i first caught you."

Before I could say anything else he had attached one of his webs to the side of another building and heading back towards the bottom of Stark towers with his arm firmly holding onto my waist.

*...*

I stood at the opening glass doors to Stark towers, the Spider dude had left me here after running off to save someones loaf of bread from being stolen, like, seriously? Whatever, I mean, not that I care anyways.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. Big mistake, as soon as I turned the corner I ran smack into Tony.

His face was red and sweat was rolling down his face. Wait that wasn't sweat, was he, crying? I've known Tony for my whole 15 years of life and I have never, not even once seen him cry.

He stopped dead when he saw me. Then his strong arms wrapped around me and I could feel his tears on the top of my head.

"What. The. Fuck. Hela!!" He was screaming in the middle of the lobby. Shit this was really embarrassing.

"How could you even think of doing that?! How could you even imagine leaving all of us like that!?" He screeched.

I guess he went into my room and found my window shattered into a million pieces with me no where to be found. Okay now I see why he's crying.

He grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the elevator. Once inside he swiped his key to go to a floor I haven't been to before. The 37th floor. He dragged me out of the lift into the mostly empty hallway.

There were only two other people that were visible to be, a short plump woman with short black hair and a taller man with a long, ghostly looking face.

I was dragged past these people, deeper into the maze of the level. There were few doors here and there but mostly, this level seemed deserted.

Tony jerked to a halt at one of the doors and pulled out a key from his pocket. He unlocked the door and gently but firmly pushed me in.

Before I even knew what was happening, he slams the door behind him and looks through the little window with tiny bars on it at me with sad eyes. I hear him clearly as he says "I'm sorry Hela, but you know that I will do anything to keep you safe. So I'm keeping you safe."

He sighs and says "This is only temporary, until I decide that you are okay to come out and never do something as reckless as that ever again."

Before I could get a single word out he says softly "I am not going to loose you Hela." I hear the light tapping of his boots against the marble as he walks away.

My mind is spinning, is Tony Stark seriously putting me under suicide watch? I guess I had that coming though.

I look around the small room, theres a large single bed that looks like it could fit two people, paintings of beautiful places around the world I would long to visit and a small wardrobe, almost empty apart from a couple pair of underwear, shirts and leggings.

How long has Tony had this room set up for me? And when was he intending on using it?

I looked around again and realised the worst thing of all about this room. There were no windows. I was trapped. My vision went dark as I collapsed against the soft carpeted floor and my claustrophobia I never even knew I had sinked in.