⓳ D r u n k a s a l o r d
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Would you bleed for me?
Lick it off my lips like you needed me?
P A R K E R
"You can't just show up." I said under my breath, I'm trying the hardest to calm the worst in me. Yet it's so hard, I can't pull a straight face, I can't control myself.
"Peter..." My aunt said. Did she found out? Did she talk to (Y/n) through the crack of the bookshelf? Is my secret no longer hidden?
"How'd you get in?" I asked, walking closer.
"I have keys." She said. Ah, s**t. That was before I even decided to kill and get away with it.
"Peter... the knife." She told me as If I don't know I have it in my hand.
"Oh. Right." I played it off. "I saw the lights, I thought someone broke in, I needed to defend myself." I smiled. Put the knife back down in the drawer.
"Oh... okay." She said. She looked confused and scared, but no, not scared enough to find out I kidnapped (Y/n) Stark inside my basement. She probably almost found that out. Thanks to the precious Wanda Maximoff who wouldn't let me. f*****g. Leave.
"I brought food." She said awkwardly. "But it's probably cold now."
"I know." I said. Putting stuff in my fridge. I glanced over at my laptop. That was not how I left it. Did she look into it?
"I should-- probably leave." She gave me a wry smile, then she grabbed her stuff and tried to make it to the door.
My kitchen knife is sharp enough. And it is just one reach away. Should I do it? I have one chance, do I take it or not?
"May," I called her, she stopped with a sudden move. Then she turned around.
"Yes?"
I looked at her. No. Too much memory with her. She was part of my innocence, I can't kill the only family I have left even if she finds out.
"Next time. Give me warnings before showing up. Okay?" I smiled.
"Sure thing." She said, and she left with her umbrella.
As soon as the door closed I checked my Laptop, she was definitely on my computer, but did she sees the folder S, did she already know the real me?
I was angry, of how things weren't in my control. I pulled the black book out of the shelf and the door swung open, I went down to the basement in a rush.
I took the key and opened the second door that led to (Y/n)'s room. I pushed it open, (Y/n) sat with tears welled up on her bed, as soon as she saw me all hope vanished from her face and the tears dropped.
"Did she know?!" I yelled.
"Peter-- I didn---"
"Did she heard anything coming from you?!" I choked her against the wall, her head crushed and her throat gasped for air.
"I don---"
"You made me think you could maybe open your heart and understand me! When's there's a chance you just want to get away!" I let her go and started walking around, I slicked my hair, wiped off sweats.
"Peter--" Her voice begged me to listen. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry but I can't stay here!"
"Because of what?! Because I'm a monster?!" I laughed, then I threw Ben's radio across the room.
"Because this is not right!" She cried.
"If May finds out, I have to kill her! I might have to kill my own aunt!? And it will be all your fault!" I pointed at her.
She stumbled off her bed, walking towards me, her hands reached out for mine. "I was scared! You kill people Peter! You can't blame me for not wanting to be with a murderer!"
I pulled her close to me by the collar of her shirt, I said to her with my breath over her face. "Is that all that I am to you. Huh?! A murderer!"
"Because you wouldn't let me help to bring the best of you back!"
"(Y/n)! You don't understand it at all, aren't you?! At this moment I am not the innocent one who got taken control by the monster. I. Am. The monster taking over him!!"
"..." She looked at me with wide eyes that glitter tears.
"I kill those people because I like it!" I smirked. "I love seeing the look of them before they die! I am far gone! I am a lunatic! I am cold-hearted! And you're gonna live with that until one of us dies!!!"
I slapped her with all that I had, she fell to the floor and the room fell silent.
Then waters dripped to the floor. Her tears.
I looked down at her, her hairs hid all her face, but I knew she was crying.
"I can't change who I am. (Y/n)." I said. "Neither can you."
Then she looked up and stared at me. she was disappointed by how I failed her. "Why hurt me?" She finally asked, her voice shivered, her lips trembled.
I looked away.
"So I don't have to kill you." I replied with all that I know.
I left the basement, away from (Y/n), I need to kill and this thirst can no longer wait.
R O G E R S
The coffee turned cold.
Steve spent too long with the file about Maria Hill, he picked up a couple of things. He found out Hill was seeing a therapist, one with information no one knows of.
The information of the clients are supposed to be a secret, the FBI might be able to get him to talk one way or another to help the case, but the real problem is he died of cancer.
His belongings were now his daughter's, which Steve and Bucky will have to get them from her themselves. Now there was nothing left to do.
"Have the DNA results on the lasted body done yet?" Steve watched Phill asked Bruce.
"Did someone tell Peter to pick it up from the main lab?" Bruce asked back, he takes off his glasses and put them in his pocket.
"It's his day off," Steve said.
"What about Bucky? Haven't seen him all morning." Phill signed.
"He didn't come home last night neither." Steve sipped his cold coffee, everyone in the lab looked at him weirdly. "He stays at my place."
"He told you he was gonna be late?" Banner asked.
"He told me he was going out last night, that's all I know." Steve said.
"Even Helen who is always on time?" Phill asked. "Where's Helen? Have anyone seen her?"
Everyone shook their heads, Steve watched them and he felt strange, something was off about this whole day.
He let the day went by, Bucky Barnes still hasn't shown up, instead, Peter Parker showed up with pizza.
"Hey, guys!" His voice lightened the whole room up, he put the pizza on the table and everyone gathered up to take a piece.
"Why'd you come here kid?" Steve asked with a little smile.
"My best friend got himself a girlfriend and I'm no longer important." Peter laughed bitterly. "So, I'd rather come here."
"Is James with you?"
Peter faked being confused. "Ugh... no? I thought he was here. I actually bought extra pizza for him, too."
"He's been gone the whole morning."
"Should we be concerned?"
"Probably as drunk as a lord now." Rogers took a bite.
"Anyway, I saw your email about the therapist. What do you expect to get from his stuff? I thought someone already looked into it and they found nothing about the details on the Spider." Peter asked, sat on the table.
"He's a 26 years old therapist, he won't be keep information like that on papers. Nobody looked into his computer yet."
"..."
"We don't need the whole thing, just the database. We could probably get something Maria Hill said before she confronted the Spider, she might give us a hint."
Another problem to solve. Peter swallowed his pizza down hard.
"I have another theory." The boy said. "As far as we know, Maria Hill found out the Spider's identity, confronted him, and got herself killed, right?"
"Yes, and left him a nasty scar."
Peter paused once again, he didn't know Rogers knew about the scar. His scar. "How'd you know again?"
"They fought with a knife, the knife was taken, means it stained with the killer's blood so he needed to get rid of all pieces of evidence, therefore; he was stabbed. Maria Hill was one hell of a fighter, too."
Peter was getting nervous if the shirt he was wearing was enough to cover the nasty scar on his back. Steve Rogers took another step closer towards him, he needed to be more careful now.
"Yeah. Still, what if," Peter continued. "Before that, she never knew who he was, he was the one coming to her."
"I'm confused."
"What I'm saying is, maybe Hill never knew who The Spider truly was, and never left a hint for us before she confronted him and get killed. True, she was killed by the Spider but never knew his real name."
"Everyone here assumes The Spider's gender as a guy, it could be a girl, too."
"Alright. Sorry. I mean, we could look into the therapist's information and get nothing else about them, the Spider."
Steve thought about it, for once it almost looked like Peter succeeded convincing Steve, but then he failed.
"It's worth looking into anyway."
Peter smiled. "Sure."
The door burst open as the missing person ran in, Barnes was covered in dust and... blood, his hair messy, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Jesus... what happened to you, Buck?" Bruce Banner asked.
"I-- I-- I was kidnapped." He said.
Some of the lab members laughed, included Peter Parker, except for Steve Roger.
"What happened?" Rogers approached him, giving him a chair to sit on.
"Last night I was out in a bar, then... I don't remember anything, but I woke up at the garage of a house, and... oh, god... no... Helen..." He wiped his face and started panicking.
"Wait. This is not a joke?" Phill put down his drink.
"This is not! I ran away and my stuff was gone, I hopped in the taxi straight to this place. The Spider kidnapped me and killed Helen Cho." He stuttered.
Yes, he did. Peter thought, but he was still acting worried.
"Can you take us there? James?" Steve asked.
"Yes... yes I can." He nodded repeatedly.
The FBI arrived at the crime scene, it was an abandoned house. They opened the garage's door up and there she was, Helen Cho.
Her body pale as all the blood was drained out from her wrists to the floor. Her body tangled in white threads, like a prey trapped on the Spider's webs. Her face terrified, hurt and afraid.
Peter was watching from the car, his face empty, his lips spilled no secret, his mind well aware of what he did.
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