LUNATIC | Peter Parker x Reader

❼ B o l d a s a l i o n

I love it when I hear you breathing

I hope to god you never leaving

R O G E R S

1 am, Steve Rogers got a call from Bucky Barnes, telling him to be at his house, that it was about the serial killer. Drunk and sleepy, Rogers took a taxi to Bucky's house, he found cops and FBI cars parked outside everywhere.

"Oh... great, you're here. This way Detective, Agent Barnes's waiting." One of the cops said, leading Steve inside.

Steve looked around, it was a pretty decent house, everything was not so messy, there was no sign of attack, Steve wondered why he was called here.

At the bathroom, he saw Bucky Barnes standing quietly, staring up at the wall.

"James." He called by that name still.

Bucky didn't turn around.

"James Buchanan Barnes."

Young agent faced the Detective, his stern look disappeared as he saw Steve. "Detective, glad you could come, Could you please call me Bucky, I'm not used to be calling James."

"What happened here, James?"

"..."

"What?"

"Nothing, Detective. He broke in and left this." Bucky showed the writing on the wall and Spiders in the tub.

"Oh... god." Steve groaned out. "I'm so glad you didn't put yourself in there."

"I was going to take a bath, actually. Be careful, Detective, I'm going out to fill a report since this happened in my house... Tell me what you find." He walked out.

One thing Steve noticed is that Barnes swears a lot but not with him, maybe he did some research that Steve hates swearing.

"Which of you fuckers wants to interrogate me in my god damn house about my god damn case?" Bucky yelled angrily outside.

Steve heard it and just sighed. He looked down at the Spiders, brown recluse spiders, has necrotic venom, their long legs intertwined with each other, many of them already died.

Rogers was very disturbed. Why a Spiders? What do Spiders mean to the psychopath? Why played with Barnes and him like a game?

He saw enough and told the camera guy to film everything and take the red paint on the wall's sample to see if its blood, if it is, whose blood?

He found Barnes outside in his own kitchen, drinking beer from a can.

"Home sweet home," Steve told Bucky.

"Want some Detective? I have plenty in my fridge." He invited Steve to drink.

"Sure. Thanks."

Bucky stared at cops all over his house, then exhaled. "They won't let me stay here no more."

"I wouldn't let you stay neither, James. That guy just went here and poured Spiders in your tub."

"Yeah. I guess I might stay in some motel nearby. Wait--- what the fu--"

"Langua--"

"Excuse me, Detective Rogers." Bucky noticed one of the cops poured his clothes out from the drawer, trying to find the evidence. "What the f**k are you doing?! Stop ruining my house."

"We have to search everything, sir." They replied.

"What, you think the Spider will put evidence next to my f*****g boxers and underwear? Jesus Christ, get out of my bedroom."

Steve just stared at Bucky, he felt a little bad for the young agent, having one of the first cases being about a Psychopath serial killer.

"He's young, right?"

"Oh... Hi." Steve had no idea who the heck this guy who just talked to him is.

"James Buchanan Barnes, 24 years old, not the youngest we've ever had in the FBI, but one of the most skillful."

"Who are you?"

"Fury. Nick, fury. Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, nice to meet you." He said, then shook hands. Fury was wearing black, from shows to an eyepatch that covered up his left eye.

"Oh. Nice to meet you. Thanks for letting me join the case."

"No, no. It's our pleasure, we've been on our own trying to catch this asshole for months and we got nothing, not a single evidence, not one suspect." He sighed, looking around.

"I hope I'll be able to help."

"Sure, sure. Oh, I was talking about Barnes, was I? His parents were both an FBI, one of my men, died on the same day, the same mission I sent them."

"An orphan...?" Steve looked at Bucky, realized Barnes and him had something in common.

"I took care of the boy since then, he's great at guns like his mom, great Sniper. Combat too, martial arts as amazing as his father."

"I've never seen him in a fight, sir," Steve said.

"Then you must be very confusing how he got such a big case then. Well, to be honest, Bucky lacks common sense, sometimes, he won't understand the killer's mindset, that's why we need you." Fury chuckled.

"So I'll be the brain?"

"Something like that, I mean, Barnes is not stupid, he's just reckless. He is as bold as a lion, but we're dealing with a psychopath, not a hunter. Try to lead, Detective Rogers, he'll follow." Nick Fury suggested.

S T A R K

"How was your first night here?" Peter Parker asked.

"It was a little bit cold..." You softly replied.

"I'm so sorry... I should've set up a fireplace, we need some kind of way for you to contact me from down here when I'm up there." He muttered.

"It hurts too." You pointed at your brows.

"I'll get you a painkiller."

"Don't you... have somewhere to go today?" You asked, hoping for another chance to find an escape.

"What? You don't like me around." He suddenly looks sad.

"No... no. Just, wondering."

"It's Saturday, I don't have classes today."

"Where do you study?"

"Midtown university."

"How old are you?"

"21."

You froze, and Peter added. "I'm one year older than you, but it's--- just a month apart, you know? I hope you're okay with that."

You nodded, your wound is too painful for you to do something risking getting hurt again, so you took it slow. "So... How did you know me?"

"Oh, great question (Y/n). One of my friends was playing your song, I heard your voice and everything changed."

"Which of it?"

"Give you what you like. Really great song, I love it. So I searched you up, and you know, my life had no meaning until I see you, I finally knew the missing part inside of me, which is you."

You regretted writing that song.

"I'm glad." You faked a smile, you need to buy his trust.

"I know have you all to myself will cause problems, because you're famous and the whole world will be searching for you, but I did it anyway."

"Are you sure they won't locate us?"

"I'm very sure."

"..."

"Still though." He sipped his tea then put it back on the table. "I actually left a hint, games for them to play."

"What kind of game?"

"Oh, you know, f*****g the Feds's mine. I just left hundreds of Spiders in Barnes tub last night, it wasn't on any f*****g news because the FBI scared shitless." He almost laughed.

"Barnes.."

"Bucky Barnes, he's in charge of the case, to find who is the Spider, and to find you."

"You killed him...?"

"No, I don't want to. I was just having fun playing with him and his new mate, Detective Rogers. But I killed his date though, Sharon Carter was going to the salon that morning so her hair stays flawless, but I took her to the cabin and killed her off, then put the body back to where she was supposed to meet Rogers, you should've seen his face when he realized she died."

"..." You stared at him with tears welled up again, but you managed to not let it drop. "If you don't want to get caught, why'd you risked and played with them."

He looked at you, and he was hesitated to answer. There was something he had no idea why he wanted to do so. His mind was a dangerous place even for himself.

"Because..." He muttered with a blank expression.

"..." You waited for an answer.

Then he twisted his eyebrows like something inside his brain pains him. Then he whispered out.

"Because... It's fun."