•Peter•
"Got you!" Peter said, and wrapped another web around the writhing burglar.
"Peter?" A voice said, through his suit. Tony Stark.
"Oui?"
"I need you to meet me in the limo outside the warehouse you're in right now."
"Gotcha."
Peter winked at the struggling burglar and walked outside, getting in the limo parked outside. He pulled off his mask.
"Look, I have something I need to tell you-"
"Hold up, selfie!" Peter held up his phone and took a picture, but Tony wasn't paying any attention.
"Listen, I-" Tony started.
"Did you see how I totally got that-"
Happy started driving. Tony impatiently shushed Peter.
"There's a new villain I need you to track down. Our sources say she's around your age, so we think this would be a good assignment for you. She has some information that the Avengers need to know. Something to keep you busy. We haven't given a name to her yet, nor has she revealed one, but-"
"Wait. I just have one question."
"Yes?" Tony said, annoyed.
"Is she hot?"
Tony shot Peter a death glare.
"Do you want the assignment or not?"
Peter sobered up immediately. "Yes."
"Okay, then you better take this seriously. I'm putting my faith in you."
Peter saluted. "Gotcha, Papa Stark."
"Don't call me that. Now hurry up and get changed, we're taking you back to school. And don't skip out on school again just to catch a thug."
Peter hurriedly pulled on a sweater and some jeans over his suit, and by the time he was done, they were at the school.
Peter got out of the limo, and waved to Tony and Happy, in which they ignored him. He walked up the sidewalk, remembering he had decathlon.
Something rustled in the tree nearest him, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.
He heard a branch snap, and a flash of clothing plummeting toward the ground. His spidey senses took over, and he rushed over and caught something, someone, in his arms.
It was a girl.
If he remembered correctly, it was Y/N.
All she did, though, is wrap her arms around his neck and burrow her head into his shoulder. She was trembling slightly.
After he felt her breathing slow down, she finally looked up at him.
Her eyes flashed with recognition, and she squeaked a little, quickly disentangling herself from him.
"What were you doing in the tree?" Peter
asked, holding back a small laugh.
She stuttered, but finally told him why.
"I was just reading to try and pass the time. I have decathlon now."
Peter laughed a little. "Michelle said you were coming to Decathlon, I'm part of the team."
After a few more exchanged words, Peter walked with Y/N into a small classroom that served as the decathlon room. Everyone was already waiting for them.
"Now that everyone's here, let's get started," Michelle said as Peter and Y/N sat down.
~•~•~
That night, as Y/N was getting ready for bed, she thought of Peter again. She remembered when she met him, how he was flustered and rushed, and later in the day, how he was reserved and caring.
Her first day of school wasn't bad, and if she continued this way, she would keep the rest of her school year quiet and peaceful.
Y/N walked into her room, turned off her light, and got into bed, where she then grabbed the ankle cuffs binding her to her bed and put them on.
One by one, she snapped on her handcuffs, and linked each one to a chain on either side of her bed. Then she drifted off into a mostly peaceful sleep.
She had frightening dreams. Ones that she hadn't had in a while. She saw herself, clothed in a tight black bodysuit. She saw herself staring straight ahead at a car coming towards her in the street. She watched as she stopped the car with a flick of her hand, and tossed it away from her. Injuring or even killing the people inside as it landed upside down on the pavement.
She looked on as policemen surrounded her figure, pointing their guns at her. She flung all of their guns away with a wave of her gloved hand and raised them into the air, and pointed each one at a living, breathing, human being. She felt herself smile, and then she heard the guns click a bullet into place.
Y/N woke up in a cold sweat. She writhed around her bed, her legs and arms moving of their own accord. However, the cuffs on her arms and legs stopped her from going anywhere.
This, she thought, this is why you need these stupid cuffs, Y/N. Control yourself.
Y/N lay still in her bed for a good while, until she felt her heartbeat go down. She slowly unbound her right hand cuff, with only one hand. She took off the rest of them and walked to the bathroom, trying to be quiet as she might wake her mom and brother.
She turned on the light of the bathroom, and took a look a herself in the mirror.
Her hair was messy; her lips were chapped. But the only thing that caught her attention were her eyes. Her eyes glowed a vibrant green, almost scaring her.
But this was normal. This happened all the time. She watched her reflection as her eyes slowly shifted back to their natural color. She staggered back to her bed, and flopped down on it, not bothering to put her cuffs back on yet.
Her mother never did tell her why they had to move. But Y/N knew it was because of her.
Ever since she was 10 years old, Y/N had to be bound to her bed when she slept. If she didn't, well, she was screwed.
Every night she went unbound was a night she could put someone's life at risk.
Last time she went unbound during the night, her family had to pack up and move.
The thing was, Y/N didn't know what she had done. Every single time she woke up, she had no idea whether she had gotten out of hand or not.
Which was why she needed the cuffs.
Y/N slowly bound her feet and hands again and laid back. Tears pooled underneath her closed eyelids, but she found sleep all the same.
~•~•~
"Where are we going?" A little 10 year old Y/N asked.
"That's a surprise, my dear," the man said, and put his hand on her shoulder. His white coat fluttered behind him as he took lumbering steps towards the door at the end of the hall.
They went through the door. Y/N looked all around the room they entered. It was white, and smelled like it was freshly sterilized. Other people in white lab coats walked around the room, talking hurriedly to each other or typing quickly on small keypads.
"Are you ready, my dear?" The man asked, and Y/N looked up at him. He was smiling kindly.
Y/N nodded. The man picked her up and set her on a white chair, and slowly clipped on a few small devices to Y/N's arm.
"This will check your vitals," he said softly, and then kissed her forehead. Then, he slipped a mask onto Y/N's face, and hooked it up to two tubes that led to a tank of something.
"What do I have to do?" Y/N asked, her voice muffled by the mask. A different scientist slipped cuffs on her hands and feet.
"Just sit tight, okay?" The man replied. He left her there, and walked out of the room, into another that had a window to look at Y/N.
One by one, each scientist left the room. The last one closed the door and tightly locked it. Y/N heard a bolt slide into place.
Static, as if one from an intercom, sounded in the room.
"We will be releasing a gas from the tank and it will go through your mask, okay?" A voice said. Y/N nodded quickly.
"I love you," the voice said, more hesitantly. The static cut off.
Then, a terrible hissing noise startled Y/N, and she felt her oxygen supply getting cut off. She struggled against her bonds, but to no avail.
Her head felt fuzzy, she couldn't see straight. She could feel something seeping through the mask on her face. When she breathed it in, her nose burned.
Her whole body felt as if it was on fire; she just wanted it to end.
She screamed, an ear shattering, heartbreaking sound.
The man behind the glass wiped away a tear. And then Y/N remembered no more.
~•~•~
"Are you okay, dear?" The man asked. The girl only stirred slightly.
"Check her vitals," he ordered to the others milling about the room.
He bent over his own keypad, inputing various codes into it.
He didn't notice the girl's eyes flutter open, now a vibrant, unnatural green. He didn't notice as her mouth curled into an inhuman, chilling smile.
But when she snapped her bonds, he looked up.
"How do you feel?" He asked cautiously. She said nothing.
"What did you do to me?" She whispered. The man strained to hear her.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!?" The girl suddenly screamed, and the man fell backwards.
"I don't like it, no, please, make it stop.." she said again, but in a quiet, soft voice, contrary to the one before. Her legs took straining, pained steps toward the man. She looked like she was involuntary moving towards him.
The man called out to the others. They cowered, running out of the room. The man was left alone.
"You're evil, you're evil, you're evil." The girl said, over and over and over. Tears squeezed out of her shut eyes. She opened them quickly, displaying her glowing eyes.
She suddenly lunged toward the man, wrapping hands around his neck with impossible strength.
She was screaming, she was crying.
"DON'T MAKE ME DO THIS!" She cried out, but her hands tightened around the man's throat.
He couldn't breathe anymore, and his vision was fading. He heard the girl sobbing, a wretched, heartbroken sound.
"I love you, Y/N," he whispered, and then there was nothing.
A/N
This chapter was also a little short, if not boring, but I'm trying to establish a little bit of a storyline until we get into more exciting topics.
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InfiringChim