LUNATIC | Peter Parker x Reader

⓬ S o f t a s c o t t o n

Selfish, taking what I want and calling it mine

I'm helpless, clinging to a little bit of spine

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P A R K E R

"You can't keep me here forever." She told me, her eyes stared straight right into mine. Even in her worst state, sinking to the very bottom with me, she still has her pride.

"I'm aware of that." I told her, then focused on the raw meat I was cutting, I cut it in half, our dinner.

"So. What?"

"We'll move out, after college or when it's time, out of the city, somewhere near the water and forest... It will be peaceful." I told her.

"You're planning to keep me here for years? Peter, I'm gonna die of boredom, loneliness and it smells like death down here, I just want some air, please, unchain me." She begged, with tears, she tried to reach out but she was chained to the bed, and I was at the opposite side of the room.

"This is so I could make sure you won't go anywhere. Plus, I'm not done playing with Barnes and Rogers... oh and your dad too."

"Are you going to kill them?"

"Yes." I grinned a little just picturing it.

"Are you going to kill my father too?"

"Yes." I grinned still but less happy.

"Are you going to kill me?"

"No." All the grin disappeared.

"I won't go anywhere anyway, at least let me walk around. My ankle is bruised and sometimes it bleeds, please help me." Her voice was so sweet. Her face, when she was desperate for something, looked so great.

I stopped cooking and stared at her. Oh, poor thing, how vulnerable. This is gonna be such fun.

"Is that so?" I asked, holding the knife up, it was my favorite cooking knife, I sharpened it by myself, the basement's light reflected on it.

"What are you doing?" She fell back a little, oh, my, my... Where's the bold (Y/n) now?

"You know how I killed my victims?" I asked. She looked at me, frightened, her lips were literally shaking, even though I was smiling at her.

"Peter... please.."

"I tricked them to think they were important to me and when they're least expected... I put a knife into their throats." She laid her back to the wall, as I was drawing on her skin gently with the point of the knife.

"...Pe...ter."

"Like. Right here." I put the knife underneath her chin and grinned.

Her whole body was shaking in fear, sweats dripped down even when it's cold.

"..."

"Gotcha." I said, then walked back to cooking.

"..." She was still there, frozen still, starring at an empty space in front of her, tearing up.

Oh No.

"Hey, I was just f*****g with you." I put the knife on the table.

"..." She had a panicked attack because of me, when I walked closer she flinched and groaned.

"You know I won't hurt you. It was just for fun." I sat on the bed, grabbed her hand and pulled her closer by force, she was shaking in my hug.

"D--dd-don't... do that again..." She muttered.

"There... there..." I patted her shoulder, kissed her forehead. "I'll try not to."

Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.

One of the many quotes I found useful in life. Your enemy closer? Sure. But friends close, do I really have to do as the quote says?

"Peter? What is the definition of this word again?" Ned asked me.

What am I? The group's google? Search engines exist for a reason, Ned, knock yourself out.

"Reaction to drastic life events and has the tendency not to stop." I replied anyway, play the friendly-neighborhood-Peter-Parker.

"You're the best." He said.

Friends. A person who acts as a supporter of a cause, organization, or country by giving financial or other help. To look normal I need to have them, even if they will likely drive me more insane than I already am.

"Hey. Pete. Remember the hot chick from the club?" Ned asked.

The one I suspected a lunatic? Sure.

"Yeah? Why?" I asked back.

"She gave me her number. We talked all night." He smiled happily.

"Bullshit. You and a hot babe?" Flash mocked.

"I'll show you our selfie," Ned said proudly, I didn't bother listening to their little love stories. I was a little excited seeing the person who shares... common things, but I don't have anything to do with them.

They kept talking, while I was thinking if my plan work. I looked over at Roger Harrington, our teacher, we are very close, I am his favorite, and there was a reason I tried to be.

Back to the Hydra case, according to my little research, Steve Rogers spent quite a time with Roger Harrington, trying to analyze the character of the serial killer. It's ironic I have two Rogers in my radar.

But the point is If I get lucky and Detective Rogers is so desperate that he needs a piece of advice for his old friend he will pay us a visit, especially when I already sent the postcard. Because after all, we've been studying to get Bachelor Degrees in Criminal Justice: Forensic Psychology.

And we'll get to see each other.

Sounds sweet.

"Pete, whadaya think?"

"Sorry. 'Bout what?" I asked Ned back as soon as I realize he was talking to me.

"Why do you think he never gets caught!?" He showed me a picture of the zodiac killer we are making a project about.

I could reply to lots of things like the police didn't have enough evidence, he ranged over a wide area (Like I did) or he likely died before they could identify him.

But for me, to reply to Ned, not psychologically, I faked a smile. "The reason he's never caught was because... he's never fallen in love!" Then I laughed at everyone who was confused about me.

R O G E R S

"50 victims... only 2 witnesses, and one of them is dead. How is that even possible?" Steve Rogers whined, he met a dead end, he can't seem to figure out who is the killer, and now there's a copycat.

"He is really careful. Either a genius or a supervillain." Bucky said, looking at the files.

"Or both. By the way, James, Supervillains? Seriously?" Steve twisted his eyebrows. "What does that make us? A superhero?"

"We are trying to catch him, we couldn't save everyone.... so no, we're no heroes," Barnes said under his breath, it was rather sad.

"Okay. So... so far that we know is that the killer is 5'8 feet tall, male, everything else is unknown." Steve sighed.

"What about Thor Odinson? (Y/n) Stark's bodyguard? Didn't he say he saw the guy?" Phill asked.

"He said he could've mistaken it for someone else, it was backstage, it could be anyone," Bucky said. "If according to him, then we still don't really know anything, he said if he sees the guy again he could identify, but he didn't remember anything, can you believe it? Not even the hair color."

"So what do we do?" Cho asked, she took off her gown tiredly when she realized there's no more work for her to do.

"Did the evidence give us anything?" Steve asked Phill.

"No. I'm trying about the fingerprint sent the paper to the graphology, Sharon Carter's the first time ever we have his handwriting if we have suspects we could compare them."

"But we don't have any." Steve's stress was killing him.

"Why did he leave his handwriting and a drawing anyway if he doesn't wanna get caught?" Bruce asked.

"He wants to f**k with us." Bucky said.

"Watch the swear James, but true, he wanted to play with me, killing Carter was a way to get me into his game." Steve rubbed his head.

"We could look more in all the evidence but it will take time. Maybe you could make use of this time. Figure his game out." Cho said.

Steve sighed, for the thirtieth time today, he then spent the next two hours trying to find what he missed in Sharon's case, but no luck. He stared at the empty office room the FBI gave him, there was nothing much but papers and booze.

Talking about paper, he decided to look at the post card he received this morning from his old friend, Roger Harrington.

"James."

"Ah... god... Yes?"

"I want to visit a friend, he's a professor at midtown university, teaches psychology, we could use his perspective." He showed Bucky the postcard.

"Anything that'll help," Bucky said.

"Can we go today? I don't wanna waste time, the Stark girl could still be alive and I want it to stay that way." He got up, grabbing his stuff.

"Okay. You guys keep looking into those." He told his team and they left the building. Bucky was driving while Steve was sinking into his thoughts.

Why kill Sharon Carter? So he'll be in the game? Why want him to be in the game so much? So he'll get a worthy enemy or just fun.

When they arrived Steve had to let the thoughts go and entered the college, his old friend is here, Steve found Roger in one of the classrooms with his students.

"Steve." Roger Harrington said.

"Roger." Steve Rogers replied.

They shook hands. Rogers was trying to be polite but Harrington went straight for the point. "Listen, I know why you're here. The Spider-- I have no idea about that guy neither-- I quit-- I'm a teacher now."

"Hey. Calm down... I just wanted to visit that's all. How are you holding up?" They sat on the couch.

"Well... Alright. I guess. Worry about yourself. I've heard some nasty stuff about what he did to your date."

"Yeah..."

"Hey. Excuse us. Who's that?" He pointed at Bucky.

"Oh. That's James Buchanan Barnes. FBI, contacted me about the case."

"Doesn't look like one."

"Doesn't act like one neither. He acts like a cowboy... Anyway, we're desperate. We just visit by to see what you think of the case, so far we have almost no evidence or suspect."

"I stopped. Seriously. Steve. After what happened to you and Amanda I won't get my family at risk."

"...Oh. Okay.." Steve said under his breath, his voice was gone being reminded of that. He was ready to leave the place when Harrington stopped him.

"But."

Steve froze.

"But?"

"You could talk to one of my students." He scratched his head, looking hesitated.

"Are you sure?" Steve asked back.

"Well. If it just looking at the file and analyze the guy then I don't think there's any problem..."

"Is he any good?"

"He's better than you. Wow, this feels like inception type of s**t. Parker! C'mere!"

A boy, brown-haired, got up from the group, he wore a smile of something so innocent, as soft as cotton, there was no way in hell Steve could know he walked right into the Spider's web.

For Parker, this is going so well, exactly as he was taught. Keep your friends close, your enemies closer.