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Everything was so sweet
Until you tried to kill me
R O G E R S
"47 victims included Sharon Carter, all hairs were shaped, except for those who had (H/c) hair, the body was left at different places around New York or nearby, dressed up as if they were still alive," Bucky explained it to Steve, while they were having a drink at the club.
"47? How stupid is FBI, why is he not caught yet?"
"...I'm one of the FBI."
"I know."
"..."
"Go on," Steve said as he ordered the fifth glass.
"We have pictures of the crime scene, but he killed very cleanly, the way he put the body up made it feel like they were still alive, like a normal portrait."
"How'd they all get killed?"
"Differently, some was drugged, some was stabbed, our worst was he removed all the victim's guts. Alive."
"A psychopath... God, I hate sick-minded people. How'd he pick the victims anyway?"
"Differently, students, teacher, ugh..." Bucky paused to drink. "Air hostesses, FBI..."
"Wait, one of his victims was the FBI?"
"Yes. Maria Hill, she was in charge of this case and he killed her, so the FBI replaced me with her."
Steve Rogers dropped his jaw. "That wasn't on the news at all."
"We covered it up, of course. People will lose all trust in the FBI if they know one of the agents herself got killed."
Rogers wanted to swear for the FBI made the cops and private investigators work harder and now suck ass, but no, he never swears, just no. "Oh, lord..." He said.
"Any opinion on the case, Detective?" Barnes asked.
"The hair." Steve shrugged.
"He likes bald girls?"
"Errr." Steve groaned. "No he likes (H/c), that's why he left it on their head. The other he shaved the hair because why? Try and guess agent Barnes."
"....To... put on a wig?"
"There you go. (H/c) girls are his ideal type, he might even have the prototype... maybe his crush that he can't have, or his mother. These psychopaths have family trauma."
(For colorful dyed hair readers removed two sentences below.)
"We can say he might have (H/c) hair?"
"Could be."
Bucky Barnes nodded, now he understands why the FBI really wanted Rogers to work with the case.
"Everyone..." Steve moaned.
"What, Detective?"
"Everyone who stayed near me died... What'd I do wrong...?"
Bucky realized Detective Rogers was drunk of all the beer he had.
"Amanda... oh, Amanda. She was pregnant, we expected a boy, and I had to get myself into a mess. She warned me, you know? Said I'll bring danger into our home if I didn't stop chasing after the Hydra, I didn't listen. I was this close to catching that guy." He made a little gap between his thumb and his forefinger.
"..." Bucky listened.
"So... what'd I do? I caught the guy but after he killed my wife and our son..."
"It wasn't your fault. And you brought justice to all the victims he killed."
"It was surely my fault... I killed them. And yesterday, I saw her there and thought maybe God might want to give me a second chance, to be loved by someone or to feel love again, and now she died."
Bucky was guilty so he poured beer down his throat as well.
"Maybe... I'm just cursed." He whined.
"We'll catch the guy and make him pay for her and the other victim's death."
"I hope I don't have to sacrifice no one more." Steve Rogers said, then fell asleep inside that bar.
S T A R K
Your wrists hurt, it was what woke you up. You tried to split them apart but it was tied together with rope, so tight, too tight.
You tried to open up your heavy eyelid, everything was blurry at first, then all the senses started to return. It was a bedroom, gray, no windows, with one door and a fireplace. It smelled like new paints, the lightbulbs were so bright.
"You're awake."
"..."
You turned to see a guy on a chair, sitting in front of the door. He was wearing a rolled-up sleeve, blue hoodie, and ripped jeans. He had brown hair, most of them are slicked back but some fell onto his face.
His arm crossed. His eyes were on you. No expression on his face at all.
"Who... are you...?" You asked, your confusion turned into fear as you started to remember what happened before.
"Peter. Peter Parker." He replied.
You waited for him to say something more, but he didn't. So you tried your hardest not to let your tears burst out. "Where-- are we?"
"Heaven." He said, then got up from the seat.
You fell backward and laid your back against the wall, tried to keep a distance away from Peter Parker. He sat on the bed, bending his face near to look at you closely.
"You're afraid..." He muttered.
"..."
"Why are you afraid...? I am the only one in this world who can keep you safe. And this room is very secure, no one can hurt you now. We will live here in our heaven forever." His eyes showed out excitement and happiness.
"Look at you..." He said, touching your hair. "I finally have you, all to myself."
Tears rolled down your face. "Are you-- the-- the--"
"Spider? Yes." He said proudly.
You started shaking in fear as he just kept coming closer and closer. He looked into your eyes, deeply, trying to remember the details of your eye color. "Gorgeous." He said. "Everything about you is gorgeous."
"Are you going to k---kill me...?" You asked with cracked voice.
He tilted his head in anger. "Kill you?"
"..."
"You think I want to kill you?!" He shouted at you that you flinched.
"You kill the other girls... In the news, they said you--"
"They were the experiments! To prepare until I'm ready to have you. Can't--- Oh f**k. Can't you see I never killed those girls because I liked them?! My heart was always yours! That's why you are here--"
"Let me go, please. I swear to you I won't tell the police, just drop me somewhere, please."
"YOU. ARE. MINE."
"..."
"BORN. TO. BE. MINE."
He put his hands on your throat, choking you real hard against the wall, screamed into your face. You tried to remove his hand, but both your hands were still tied up.
He let go and you coughed then gasped for air.
He stood up and muttered. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry."
You looked up at him with tears and a shaking lips, your hair fell messily all over your face.
"We'll start over, but now... I need to go to the f*****g school so I don't look suspicious. Here is your breakfast, and in this box is lunch." He murmured to you. "I'll be right back for you before dinner."
"...Peter."
His heart softened as some sort of happiness flooding into his body, gave him the senses he never had before, his dreams come to life when you called his name.
You lifted your hands up.
"Oh, right." He sighed, grabbed a sharp, big, scissor from the box at the door and cut the tight rope for you. Now the only thing holding you back was the chain around your right feet, tied you to the bed.
He put the scissors back on the box.
You had an eye on that box.
He walked out the door, you still had an eye on that box. That scissor could be your ticket out of here.
But then he stopped, turned back at you and dragged the box out of the room.
"Don't play with sharp things. You could hurt yourself." He suggested.
S T A R K
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"All you had to do Thor was keep an eye on her!!!"
Tony Stark screamed at Thor with sweats all over his face.
"Keep her safe! That's what a bodyguard supposed to do! Now she's missing and we have a serial killer out there!!"
"I'm sorry." Thor didn't argue once, he knew this was his fault.
"For f**k's sake. If anything happens to her! If anything happens to her..." He groaned and rubbed his face.
"Tony you need to calm down." Natasha patted Tony's shoulder. "We'll get her back. I will do anything to get her back."
"Where're the f*****g cops. I called them an hour ago, they should be here by now. I swear to god if the cops don't work when (Y/n) Stark disappear I'm going to buy their f*****g organization and fire every f*****g person in there then hire some better people with potential."
"You can't do that, they're the government's organization," Nat said.
"I'll buy f*****g government if that's what it takes to get my daughter back."
Someone knocked on the door.
"Speaking of which." Nat sighed relievedly. She rushed over to open the door, opened it up to see a young FBI agent with dark brown hair slicked back, and a bearded, tall Detective wearing a brown, old coat. "Please, come in."
Tony ran to the two new arrivals. "Did you find my daughter?!"
Barnes tried to keep it calm. "Sir, I am the FBI special agent, James Buchanan Barnes and this is---"
"I don't give a shit." Tony said.
"Jesus Christ, Tony calm the f**k down. I'm sorry agent... and--" She pointed at Steve.
"This is Detective Steve Rogers." Barnes replied.
"Wait. FBI?" Stark asked.
"Yes. I'm afraid this is not just a normal abduction." Barnes said.
"Get to the f*****g point."
Steve was so done of Tony Stark's language and cockiness. "We found the spider's signature sketch at the crime scene, the serial killer kidnapped her."
"Detective!" Barnes yelled at Rogers for not taking it slow.
"What? Her father deserves to know."
"You're shitting me right?" Tony asked, feeling lost.
"This is as real as it can get Tony Stark, your daughter was kidnapped by a serial killer."
"It's Mr. Stark."
"Look, Mr. Stark if you want your daughter back you really need to drop your ego to the floor and start cooperating," Steve said
The two of them stared at each other aggressively. And Bucky realized he won't be working very easily from now on.
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