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Baby I'm preying on you tonight
Hunt you down eat you alive
P A R K E R
There were more than twenty persons on the stage, the singers from Starine's label record, all gathered in this concert to sing with each other, but the only one Peter Parker never took his eyes off was (Y/n) Stark.
The boy wasn't screaming or shouting your name like the other fans, he just stared at you frozen still, trying to memorize all the details. He was nearest to sad that you didn't look his way once from up there.
Finally, the others left the stage for you to perform alone, you grabbed a guitar and tuned it, then waved at the fans. You smiled as sweet as sugar and Peter Parker was fragile from falling in love, the way he never thought a person like him could.
"Here comes my turn for a solo song!" She said. "This is called Heaven. Sing along with me!"
[Heaven : Julia Michaels.]
Oh. Yes. Parker's favorite song. He still stood there with his eyes on you, thinking of how he would love to see you closer, he wanted to touch you.
"Love's my religion, but he was my faith. Something so sacred so hard to replace. Falling from him was like falling from grace."
'But would you fall from grace for him?' He wondered, then he figured even if you won't, as you stay high, out of his reaches singing freely like a bird in the sky, but soon, he'll break your wings and put you in a cage.
"All wrapped at once, he was so many sins. Would have done anything, everything for him, and if you asked me I would do it again."
So many sins, yes, indeed. Parker killed, Parker lied, Parker did not regret any of it and would sin again if that's what it takes to own you.
"No need to imagine. 'Cause I know it's true."
You closed your eyes, Peter watched you.
"They said all good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you."
All the people started to sing along and he can't help but want to yank a knife in their throats. These people don't deserve you, these people don't deserve to see or hear your voice, you are his and his alone, from bones to the tip of your eyelashes, his.
"It's alright... my dear..." He said, nobody was able to hear it with all the noises that covered it up. "I'll take you home with me, tonight."
R O G E R S
"Detective Rogers!" James Buchanan Barnes yelled his name as soon as he saw Steve Rogers, he brought many cops along with him to the park.
"Barnes..." The taller one replied, then sighed tiredly.
"I'm very sorry, it was my fault, the killer got his eyes on me and now he's on you too."
Rogers didn't know what to say so they just stood still and stared at Sharon's body on the bench.
"Back some of your men up... I don't want a hundred of footsteps in the crime scene, at least we might get the killer's footprint." He told Barnes.
"...." The young FBI looked at Steve confusedly then realized he decided to join the case. "Oh. Sure, Detective. You fuckers! Move your asses out and put up a tape for god's sake!" He ordered his men.
"Stop swearing," Rogers complained annoyingly.
"I'm sorry. But Detective, you still need to answer questions as a witness for the case."
"Sure, just do what you have to do..."
They collected the evidence and it was confirmed that this type of murder was definitely from the Spider. From the hair that got all shaved off to the little note with a Spider sketch.
[If you are blonde like Sharon removed the hair that got shaved off from the sentence]
Unfortunately, the park was covered in footprints, it was too hard to find the newest one of all and be sure that it's the killer, not just random joggers, and the nearest security camera is too far away to know how the body got here.
"It has always been like this, that's why we can't find who he is. He knows all the blind spot and there were no witnesses, it was as if he teleported here to place the body and teleport back to wherever he ever came from." Barnes explained.
"Well, a man can't pop out from thin air, James."
"Bucky."
"Huh?" Steve turned to look at the FBI.
"You can call me Bucky, nobody really calls me James."
"I'm not going to call you Bucky, where did that even come from?"
Bucky looked at the ground like a lost puppy and it sparked some kind of guilt to Steve, but no, not enough for him to not call the guy James.
"The writing... That's his handprint right?" Steve asked.
"Yes, he wrote notes before, the same handprint."
"Has someone analyzed it?"
"Yes, but it's almost possible to know who wrote it. At least we got his personality and other things if we find suspect we can match them."
"I want all the files of all the previous cases before, all kind of pieces of evidence and autopsies."
"We can't send them to your house, you will get a table at the FBI office. These pieces of information are too valuable, it could cause trouble if the reporters have it."
"Ah... just great." Steve groaned then rubbed his temples.
Bucky noticed how Steve was getting stressed out and how he was feeling bad that his date for the night was killed, and he couldn't help but feel like this was his fault.
"Let me buy you coffee." He said.
"... It's eight, James."
"A beer."
"..."
"On me."
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S T A R K
You walked to the backstage, covered in sweat and an overwhelming feeling of a great performance. Natasha Romanoff clapped for you for she was very proud.
"Amazing." She said.
"I know, thanks." You teased her.
"You hungry?"
"A little, maybe we should order a pizza!" You smiled when Nat wrapped a towel around you. "Order a pizza to my place, please?"
"Yeah, sure. Thor's here, finally, by the way. Thor!" She yelled at the tall guy.
When you saw Thor you gasped. "What happened to your hair!?"
Thor used to be a very tall guy with long blonde hair that he was very bonded with, but now his hair is short and turned brown. "Went to the barber, told the old guy to cut it a little, just a little, but he chopped it all off." Thor sighed disappointedly.
"Oh, you poor thing." You chortled then you and Thor walked to reach your dressing room together.
He opened the door up for you, his job was to protect you, be a personal bodyguard for the famous singer, but after all, Thor was like a family to you. "I heard your dad showed up drunk again?"
"Yes. This morning. This happened for more than ten times this month." You sighed, took off your clothes as Thor turned to the other side.
"Maybe he just missed you, that's why he showed up at your house." You heard Thor's voice as you walked in the bathroom.
"He was just lonely, I guess." You turned on the faucet and soaked yourself in bubbles, then played your phone, when you came across the news.
"Thor. You heard anything about the Spider?"
"Hm... yeah? Everybody knows that guy."
"Well, not me." You shrugged, thinking that you worked too hard lately. You read the news more. "A serial killer? Really? Right here in New York?"
"Yup. I think he just killed someone again last night, the victim's name was Sharon... something, that's why it's on every news channel right now."
"That's so scary..." You said, without knowing that all the girls that died were because of you.
"Hey, I'm going to grab a cup of coffee, want some?" He asked.
"Soda."
You heard Thor leave the room so you put on earphones, thinking you will let all the bubbles in the tub gone out then get off. You closed your eyes and sighed out the feelings of the tiring day, darling don't you ever grow up, just still be little, you hummed along.
When someone entered the room, you had no idea it wasn't Thor.
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I won't let nobody hurt you, won't let no one break your heart."
Someone was staring at you down the tub, but your eyes were closed.
When you opened your eyes up, that someone disappeared.
You took off your earbuds and looked around.
"Thor? I know you know me since I was little but coming in the bathroom is not cool." You chuckled confusedly, then got out of the tub, wrapped yourself with a towel.
You walked out the bathroom, then realized Thor hasn't returned because he brought his phone with and left a charger hanging on the plugs.
Fear crept into your mind about the killer they were talking about, when that someone lurked out from behind and covered your face with a fabric in the smell of chloroform.
You tried to struggle but your body immediately shut down, before going to your sleep, in hopes, it was just one hell of a nightmare, you heard his voice.
"I've come for you, love."
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