HELLO EVERYBODY THAT LOVES MARVEL!!
My name is Raven Hellfire and I am the author of this book. How are you all doing today?
This book is filled with a bunch of one-shots of the Avengers as family, drama, everything.
Book Started: December 8, 2018...
"What are you waiting for? KNOCK HIM OUT ALREADY!" The man screamed. And they did.
Peter had tears in his eyes as he remembered what happened. How he couldn't save the boy. He banged his head hard against the surface, only to get shocked from his cuffs.
"If you move you get electrocuted, well at least in a way that may cause you or anyone else harm" A voice rang out. Peter looked with his eyes and saw a camera. He growled threateningly only to be shocked again.
"What are you? Dog man?" Peter heard as the man chuckled. He glared at the camera. He would have panicked about his mask but he didn't care. He felt blood trickling down the left side of his face, and from his lip.
He pushed his knees under him, put a hand down to hold him and wiped the blood off his lip.
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He pushed himself up, using the wall for support. He looked up and had to close his eyes and re-open them to realize who his cellmates where. Kind of. There lay in a circle a few cells. Each holding 1 person. Wanda Maximoff with a shock collar and straight jacket. Clint Barton who was staring at him, analyzing him. Sam Wilson who was also analyzing him. Scott looking at him boredom evident in his eyes, but he could also see panic in his eyes. And finally Steve Rogers who was looking at him confused and also analyzing him.
"What you looking at" He snapped.
"You have blood on your face." Clint said. Peter rolled his eyes,
"I realize that, thank you for your observation. Now quit analyzing me, all of yah, pisses me off." Peter said as he sat back down and pressing his head against the wall.
Everyone stayed quiet for a few minutes when Ross walked in. He didn't even look at the others. The other's realized this and watched intently. He stopped in front of his cell. Peter didn't look at him, nor acknowledge his existence. This pissed Ross off so he shocked Peter. Peter glared at him.
"Could have just asked to look at you asshole." Peter grumbled glaring. Ross chuckled.
"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" Ross asked smugly, already knowing the answer.
"You mean the gravestones I visit every anniversary, yeah I do, my dad's and uncle's too while I'm at it. Hey why don't I just give everyone a kiss hm? You want one?" Peter stated sarcastically.
Ross's glare hardened, as the 2 had a glaring competition. Ross looked away first. Peter didn't let the triumph smirk show, he didn't care.
"You know I'm going to kill you right? After you killed that boy? Your dead meat. Like I promised, the second I'm out of these I'm killing yah. Slow and painful." Peter said, completely relaxed. He was sitting with his legs bent. Elbows on his knees as he played with his fingers while looking Ross dead in the eyes.
