LUNATIC | Peter Parker x Reader

❺ C r u e l a s a m o n s t e r

Look into my eyes,

It's where my demons hide.

P A R K E R

I scrolled down my phone, reading an article about Sharon Carter at Astoria Park. It's actually such a shame because I didn't plan to kill at all, I mean, at least not in a couple of weeks, but the situation forced me to.

Detective Steve Rogers... Widower, alcoholic, is now involved in the case. He refused it at first, and I would have left him alone, but then Sharon, oh dear Sharon Carter, stepped into his life in a very wrong moment.

Now that I killed her, Rogers is in the games, and I'm so ready to play.

"Bro! Bro! Have you heard (Y/n) Stark was kidnapped?!" Ned Leeds, one of those who was convinced to think that they were one of my friends asked.

"(Y/n) Stark, the singer?" I played dumb.

"Yes! Last night dude! They said The Spider captured her!"

"No way... Why is that Psychopath not caught yet? He's been killing for too long now."

"I know right! No... (Y/n) is my angel, her new song just released too. I read the news and they said Tony Stark is freaking the f**k out. Why her? Why!" He groaned.

Because she's in my basement Ned. People like you don't deserve to even lay eyes on her.

But it's over now, the Spider and his stories will disappear forever with (Y/n) Stark, vanish, leaving no traces, like a cloud of smoke into thin air. I won't kill anymore.

Unless someone wants to mess with us.

The teacher entered the room, taught us what we don't really need to use, all I could think was (Y/n). I hope she likes her lunch, I made them myself and I am a pretty good cook.

What should we do this dinner? Our first night together. I'll cook for her, I should probably visit a grocery store and buy something back home, like a movie, I read her magazine interview and it said she likes heroes movie.

"Parker. Are you still with us?" The teacher asked, I looked back at Mrs. Lee, she is an old lady, with red hair, and she took me for a, poor, orphan, innocent boy.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Lee. I spaced out.." I played the Teacher's pet Peter Parker.

"It's alright. Just pay attention okay? So you can still have your scholarship." She suggested.

I faked a smile to her.

Classes ended, I hurried up and grabbed my bag, (Y/n)'s waiting, but I burst out the door into someone.

"Oh! Hey! Peter."

"..." I looked up to see Liz Allan... ugh, god, again... "Hey, Liz."

"You look hurried. Are you having a date or something?" She chuckled, brushed her hair off her face.

"Oh, no." I chuckled along because that's what normal people do, they always smile like a f*****g i***t. "I'm questioning myself that I left muffin in the over."

"Ha! That's good, I wouldn't want you to date, anyone." She bit her lips.

"..." I was still smiling at her because I had no idea how else I should act to that. f*****g cringe to death? Probably.

"See you around Parker." She said and turned around.

"You too." I said, then I turned around as well. At the exact moment in which my face was out of her sight, all my expression shuts down like someone pulled out a plug, I headed out of the school, got in a train, headed back home.

Liz Allan, obsessed with me for over 2 years now. I would really love to kill her and teach her some lessons on not to be such a w***e. Not all the boys give a f**k about you Ms. Allan. How it would feel to slid a knife on her throat, then pulled her tongue out, make it look like a necktie? Or cut her face up so she doesn't feel so pretty?

Probably good enough to put a smile on my face.

One of the main Reason Liz Allan is disgusting is that she hates (Y/n) Stark. I heard she called (Y/n) an attention seeker, slut, and that her music is bad. I never usually hate on anyone or feel anything much, but I hate her, for that. I couldn't kill her, she's too close to me, same school, same classroom, can't risk it.

With such thoughts about f*****g murdering people, a girl on the train glanced me a smile. I wanted to kill her so I smiled back.

I didn't. I made myself a promise. I don't need to kill, I have (Y/n) Stark now, I must not get addicted to killing, even though it feels so damn good.

I arrived at home, put my shoes on the shelf, hung my coat over the couch, preparing dinner. I made us French-style chicken and potatoes. Put it neatly on the plates, then I grabbed the basement keychains and headed down the hidden stairs behind the bookshelf.

I unlocked the last door which leads to her room, when I walked in and about to say that I'm home, She wasn't on the bed, one of the bed's legs was torn out.

Before I knew it, something hit me hard on the back of my head.

R O G E R S

"How much time do we have?" Stark asked.

"We're not really sure, the longest he kept his victims before killing them was one month," Barnes told him.

"And the shortest?" Stark asked, he had sweats rolled down the side of his face.

"... One night." Bucky replied hardly as Tony's knees weakened, Natasha helped him to find a chair. "Sir, we're doing our best to get Ms. Stark back, so, we need to speak with the last person who speaks with her."

"That's me," Thor said, then walked closer. "I'm Thor... Odinson."

"Mr. Odinson, you are...?" Bucky asked, prepare to note it down his notebook, Steve Rogers was observing everyone quietly.

"I'm her bodyguard." He said painfully, that he let everyone down.

"When was the last time you saw her?" Bucky asked.

"Ugh... an hour before midnight. In her private room in the backstage. She was taking a bath, I was out to grab us a drink, it was no longer than ten minutes, I swear."

"Did you saw someone before you headed back, or something suspicious?" Bucky asked and Thor froze, Steve and Tony twisted their eyebrows.

"Actually... I think I did."

"..."

"I saw a guy from behind."

S T A R K

Parker covered his head up with his arms as you still keep hitting him with the bed's leg, none stop, you needed him dead.

But it wasn't enough, Peter reached out his hands in the exact moment the stick was about to hit him, he grabbed it and got them off your hand.

He pushed you down and got on top, grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them down the ground. You tried to struggle but the harder you wriggled, the stronger he was.

He gripped so hard, you had to give up and screamed out in pain. Your teary eyes looked upon his face, he had blood rolled down from his head, passed his left eye down to his chin.

One drop dripped down your cheek.

"Stop!! Moving!!" He shouted at you, he was hurt, physically and mentally, you betrayed him. He didn't want to hurt you, but you won't behave, so he had no choice but to put you down.

Your head hit the hard floor roughly and he punched the side of your face with all his strength, enough to make your strength all run out, you went paralyzed with all the pain as he carried you up.

Hardly, he put you onto the chair, stole the moment that you were still numb to tie your hand behind your back.

Then he put his both hand to cover the back of his head, you hit him so cruelly, repeatedly. "Why'd you-- why'd you...?" He muttered.

You looked at him, with bruises on your left eyebrow, blood poured out so you had to shut your left eyes close.

"Why do you hate me...? Is it because I am not good enough?" He asked with tears welled up like a lost child.

"...I'm sorry, I just want to get out of here... please.. don't---" You stuttered, crying.

"I planned this for years! You know what I sacrificed for us?!?" He screamed hurtfully. Then slammed both his hand on the armchair, looking down at you with hair that dripped blood.

"..." Your lips were shaking in fear.

"What? What is in your head? You think--- ha, you think I'm cruel? I'm as cruel as a monster, am I?" Now he chuckled and he gazed right into your eyes. "Well-- (Y/n), monster hurt people, and believe me when I say I don't want to hurt you, but my patience will have its limit, so you better! f*****g! Behave!"

He shouted at you and so your faces was so close, your nose almost touched. You looked away, crying, but then Parker calmed himself down, breathed in and out with eyes close, put his fingers under your chin, forcing you to look his way.

Then, this time, softly, he whispered.

"You can't... leave this place, and if you don't like that, I'm sorry... Just know one thing-- it is that..."

"..."

"Love made me do this, darling."