LUNATIC | Peter Parker x Reader

➓ D a r k a s d e a t h

Tick tock, and all too soon,

You and I must die.

P A R K E R

I opened my eyes to see red. The injury on my head was bleeding as the blood rolled down my skin, I remember wiping it off.

But as I raised my hand, they were climbing on my skin. All over my body, inside this room, they were everywhere. I tried to shake them off but there were too many.

I yelled, my voice sounded so different, I was so young when I got this memory. I remember screaming, begging for whoever put me inside that room with the spiders to let me out.

I let them climb over the curbs of my knees, between my fingers, some even vanishing into my hair.

I screamed and shouted for help, for hours and hours until my voice was all gone, that every time I tried to speak my lungs hurt.

Too much... My lungs hurt, I was dying, I was literally dying. I used the last of my strength to scream one last time, just to wake up 11 years later.

Shit.

Fuck.

Why? Why can evil like myself wake up with a nightmare?

I gasped for air, it was as if I was dying, maybe I was dying. My lungs hurt and my brain was about to burst out of my skull. I crawled on my bedroom floor... not this again.

If I'm the bad guy in people's nightmares then why did I have one? Why is it that whenever I close my eyes I see the past haunt me, other than that it made me feel more worthless than I already did, it made me feel isolated, like all those who created the darkness in me left me to deal with the devil that lives under my skin alone.

I didn't know how I got there, but still, here I was in the basement, unlocking the door to see (Y/n).

I crawled inside leaving the door half open. (Y/n) wasn't asleep, or at least not yet. She looked up to see me on the ground.

"Peter?" She asked softly. "Are you alright?"

I said nothing, my heart was pounding inside my chest, there was no way my rips wouldn't break, it felt like every beat brought me a step closer the death.

I groaned in pain, it got louder, I screamed louder that (Y/n) started shaking.

"Peter..." She muttered. "What can I do to help...?"

"Liars.... Everyone lies." I said under my breath. "All you want is to get out of here.... If your ankle wasn't chained to where you are, you would have probably hit something on my head again and left this place."

"I wouldn't do that."

"Yeah, why wouldn't you?! Huh!?" I screamed back from across the room, sweat mixing with tears down my chin to the cold floor. My hair was covering my vision so I slicked my hair up with shaking hands.

"Because..." She looked at me fearlessly. "I know I'd lose, even if I hit you with the hardest weapon, you would still rise up and hurt me back."

"..."

"You threatened to chop my hands off and I know you could do that so I'm not taking any risks." She laid her back onto the wall, watching me going out of my mind.

"You have good survival instincts..." I said, wiping tears and sweats away.

"Not enough to get me out of here right?" She said ironically, staring away.

"I... am sorry," I said.

"That you kidnapped me?"

"That you have to see this." I told her.

"See what?"

"A monster..."

The whole room was as dark as death, the lights from the fireplace were shaking and blurring, maybe I didn't add enough charcoal, that's why I couldn't see her whole face, but her eyes did reflect the fire.

"I don't see any monster in you."

"You lied again." I calmed down, trying to bury down whatever tried to lurk out of me.

"I'm not lying."

"Why?"

"I've been abducted in your basement, not knowing where the hell I am for almost a week, you might lie as your daily routine but I'm not. Peter I don't see the monster in you."

"Are you sure?" I laughed like a maniac trying to surpass her, but she didn't even look at me, she was looking at the only light in this room, the fireplace.

"I am sure." She said.

"I've killed people, (Y/n). I don't feel empathy for any of them... I'm a f*****g serial killer, darling. If you're searching for a monster you're looking at one."

"No... no. I'm not looking at a monster." She told me. "I'm looking at a damaged person, broken all over, the kind that smiles at days and collapse at nights."

"..."

"Like you. You are not the monster here, but it's like... you have this monster lurking in your shadow, you know? Every time lights try to shine on you it tells you-you didn't deserve to be in it."

The most interesting part was that I was confused, and a little convinced.

"I am not...?" I asked her.

"Well, ask yourself one thing." She whispered tiredly. "If you're the darkest monster out there, what monsters gave you that nightmare?"

R O G E R S

"Another victim? Why would he wanna kill now?" Steve asked as Bucky Barns forced him inside the car.

"Maybe you got the theory wrong? Maybe the Stark girl wasn't the last one, nor the prototype." He started the engine.

"I'm sure about the prototype thing, she's his obsession. The evidence proves it! The only reason we're not letting people know is that the victim's family would blame it on the Starks." Rogers said, he was concerned about Tony Stark, maybe he should pay him a visit.

They arrived at the crime scene, it was a movie theater, local cops were all around leaving footsteps, reporters were screaming for confirmation if this was the Spider.

A cop kept them outside of the yellow tape, Barns rolled his eyes and almost slammed their faces with his badge. "See this mother fucker?"

"Ugh... feds." He whispered under his breath.

"What feds? Huh? It's called FBI you fucktard." Bucky asked.

"No, sir..."

They walked passed them and Bucky just couldn't stop but cursing.

"Watch your language..." He said, then he froze, looking at the crime scene. A body of a girl laid on the seats, holding popcorn, her cups on the side, dressed up in the blue head to toe, dead.

"You alright, Detective Rogers?" Bucky asked.

"This is not the Spider..." He muttered.

"What do you mean?" Bucky's team started to look at each other as Rogers seemed like he was spaced out.

"Is he okay? Was he drug or poisoned? I'm really good at making Antidotes." Bruce Banner smiled awkwardly, he was the one looking like he was drugged.

"Stop thinking everyone's intoxicated, Mr. Banner." Bucky begged.

"James, come here." He called.

"James? Who's James?" Phil asked. Today he got to get out of the lab.

"I am James," Bucky said.

"Wait you are James Bucky?" Phil asked with the corner of his lips down.

"Why don't they know your name?" Steve asked.

"We just teamed up recently and they knew me as Bucky." Bucky said. "So, Detective this is officer Simon, he's got some information about the case."

A chubby guy shook his hand with Steve's. "I heard about you, Detective Rogers. You put that Hydra guy in jail! Knew they'd ask for you to solve this one!"

It disturbed Steve how that officer was so excited of him instead of being sad about the dead body, so he cut the conversation. "Victim?"

"Oh! Right! Kadie Alison, students, 16, no idea how her body was moved here, probably the magic trick of the Spider!" He shouted.

"Sixteen?" Steve asked.

"Yes. Sixteen."

"This is not the Spider." He whispered to himself.

"Not him?" Simon laughed. "A Dead girl dressed up as if she were still alive, placed in a random location. This. Is. The guy!"

"Would you get the f**k out, please?" Bucky begged.

Meanwhile, Steve sat down next to the body, making sure he didn't touch anything without gloves. He took a closer look at the girl.

"This... was not him." He said.

"Are you sure? You mean like a copycat killer?" Bucky asked.

"Yes, But... he's more complicated, this victim is too young, too innocent. No way of resisting or fighting back, too easy for him." Steve explained, it's like Roger's the only one in this whole world who understood Parker's mind.

"Too easy?" Barns repeated.

"Yes. The other victims, even though they were ordinary, they were not this vulnerable. Just look at her, she's an easy victim, not even a challenge for him."

"We can't report that to Fury."

"I'll find the evidence for you to fill in the reports. But it's like... he killed her the opposite way. He's a copycat, but not just for attention, he wants to piss off the Spider."

"What? Now we have two psychopaths pissing each other off?" Barns couldn't believe how many times he repeated Steve's words out of confusion.

"And we need to catch them both, James."

At this point, Bucky just sighed.

"The news? How would we handle the reporters? I think we should tell the reporter nothing about this new serial killer. When they mistake this as The Spider's work, he will be pissed, and we'll lure him out."

"Means, he'll kill again differently to prove that this copycat tried to be him." Steve said.

"Oh." He let out an oh.

"We'll say nothing until we have proof." Steve walked out the crime scene, just to realize he almost stepped on a piece of paper.

"Oh... s**t, I think that's your proof, glad you didn't step on it." Bucky pointed down.

Steve Rogers took a glove from Bucky, then slowly picked up the paper.

"Guess someone wants to join the game." Steve Rogers said.