⓭ L i g h t a s a f e a t h e r
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And I've grown familiar
with villains that live in my head
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He has amazingly curly hair.
If there was anything that helped Steve spot out Peter first, it was his hair. Followed right up with the brown, big, innocent eyes, lastly, his little sweet smile on both corners of his lips.
"Hi." The boy said.
"Steve Rogers this is Peter Parker. Peter Parker this is Steve Rogers." Harrington gave them a short introduction.
"Nice to meet you," Parker said with a soft, yet confused smile. He was trying to understand who Steve was exactly, Mr. Harrington noticed it and explained.
"Detective Steve Rogers, the one who caught The Hydra."
"Oh....? I've read a lot about you. So nice to see you in flesh." Peter shook hands with Steve.
"Great things I hope," Steve said under his breath.
"Oh. Yes. Definitely, great stuff. Your work with that case." He complimented with a cute smile.
"Well, I started burning out, could use some of your young perspective on the new case. You might have heard of The Spider." The two of them sat on the couch, Harrington walked away.
"Uh-ha. He's all over the news, that guy." Parker nodded. "But, me? Do you want me? The FBI wants a college student's view?" He mocked it a little in his tone of voice.
"See that guy over there?" Steve pointed at Bucky who was tearing up by Peter's friends, they were all excited about meeting a real agent.
"Yeah?"
The two of them met before, at a shop, Peter was a little concerned if Bucky will make it a scene or not, but the agent looked back at Peter and asked. "Have we met?"
Yes or No? Peter asked himself.
Rather be honest.
"Hey! It's you! We met at the shop!" Peter smiled.
"Small world!" Barnes didn't think it was suspicious at all.
"You two met?" Steve asked.
"In a minimart, great coincidence." Peter made it all seem smooth.
"That's James Buchanan Barnes, he came to me, same reason with everyone else. The FBI is desperate. I caught the Hydra, but I did it with help, lots of it." Steve said. "Like your professor."
"Let me guess. My professor doesn't want to get involved so his family can stay safe, and sent me in risk instead." Parker chuckled. "I understand, he's paranoid."
"You can always quit. We want you to look over at the files, and give something for us to go on."
"No. It's alright. I don't really have anyone to lose anyway." He smiled sadly once then clapped his hands together. "So! Let's take a look at the guy!"
"Sure." Steve took out all the victim's files from his bag and put it on the table.
There's something about seeing your own work being written down to the paper. It felt amazing, like seeing a trophy. He was right all along, the FBI is desperate because of his mind game, Steve Rogers was too.
Peter flipped the paper open. "Damn... almost 50 victims already. I don't remember that many on the news."
"We didn't give all the information to the media."
"Hm... interesting. Such clean work, he's really good." Peter muttered. "Well, except for some..."
"What do you mean?" Steve asked, moving closer to see what Peter noticed.
"How's Maria Hill and Sharon Carter's case different than the others?" Peter asked back, Steve stunned.
"How do you know...?"
"Well. I don't know about the evidence, I'm not so good with all that; but I can really tell by looking at it, he was angry killing Hill. I bet she was unordinary because it was out of his pattern, he mocked her as well. She must have pissed him off real bad." Parker muttered.
"Keep going."
"And Carter, my guess is that he was in a hurry. Probably an unplanned kill, must've been some kind of particular reason. Like to piss someone off."
Steve's lips opened up a little, he was really impressed, even Peter didn't give him more than he knew, but the boy had the same thinking and analyzing the process as his.
Little did Steve know, all the boy did was telling about himself this whole time.
"He killed Carter to pissed me off." Steve said under his breath.
"....Oh. I'm really sorry about that." Peter faked a really good shocking face. "Was she... Was she like, your lover?"
"No. It was the first date. Barnes visited me and now he's onto me too."
"Well... If this helps in any way, you're looking for someone young. Fifteen to twenty-five, judging on his taste in clothes for the girls." He chuckled sadly. "Lack of empathy."
"So he's not the type to look like he's going insane?"
"No. He... look like a normal person, he's good with blending in. Could be a professional at something. Keep an eye out for the doctors, he has a very precise knife technique." Parked complimented himself, it was fun.
"Can you take the whole file back home? See what you can notice that we didn't?"
"Definitely."
"Parker. Hold on."
"Yes?" He looked back with big bright eyes.
"This could get you involved with the whole thing, you might be under his radar, are you ready to take the risk...?"
Peter had no monster to be afraid of when he knew the monster was no one else but himself. "I wanna help."
They exchanged numbers and emails, Rogers was about to leave with Barnes when Parker called him.
"Ugh... one more thing. Mr. Rogers."
"Yes?"
Peter looked at the big files and said. "I think he has eyes on your whole team, he could be someone inside, it's the mind game he's playing with all these victims."
"Someone inside?"
"The FBI, I don't know, but he definitely knows all of your moves. Be careful, he might be closer than you think." Peter Parker said.
"It was all exactly as I planned."
Peter Parker said satisfyingly inside the basement, today he was in a good mood, he carried all the collection of his favorite book for you to read.
"You met the Detective and that FBI?" You asked.
"Exactly. They have no absolute idea it's me."
"Why would you wanna hurt them? Shouldn't it have ended when you took me?"
He froze, you were right, it all should've ended there. Everything just kept him going though. The thought of playing with his prey, he wanted them to go insane.
Parker sat down on the bed, and he said softly.
"I'll make it simple. Let's say, you have this... ghost, inside of you, okay?" He was so calm, he looked almost normal, things he said just weren't.
"Okay..." You nodded.
"Good. Good... This ghost is just like us, you can't drown them, they know how to swim, it's part of you. So in order to control it, you need to feed its need."
"For you, it's killing?" You asked, eyes glittering with soft tears.
"Yes."
"..." He gently put his hand and drew his fingers along the curb of your cheek.
"My ghost craves pain (Y/n)."
"There must be a way to get rid of him." You told him. "Let me help you."
"How?" He almost smiled, it sounded funny to him. How (Y/n) Stark wanted to be his light.
"Start with trusting me." You begged, moved your face closer.
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"Unchain me."
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"You know we need to earn each other's trust. I promise I won't try anything stupid again, if you promise and trust me enough to take these chains off my ankle."
He looked into your eyes and hesitated, wondering what was going on in your mind. For once he really wanted to trust you, but he knew there was no way in hell you could really have any empathy for a monster, he considered all the girls he killed just to prove his point.
But maybe it was because, in the deepest of your despair, the strongest of his thirst for control, the two of you were all each other had. You didn't know it was so easy to lie to a demon that you loved him, especially when he wanted to believe so. So, after getting lost into the beauty's eyes, the beast under the skin of Peter Parker stood up and unchained you.
You stood up on your bruised feet for the first time, the basement was in silent, so silent breathing sounded loud. Peter couldn't say anything with all the feelings he never knew he could feel were all mixed up, this sensation ran in his veins, he felt alive but also out of control. He didn't know if it was right, but he wanted this. He had been waiting and wanting this for too long, if he didn't do it, he would have fallen apart.
Without any background story or anything at all you know about him, he would've looked just like an ordinary boy. His cheeks turned red because blood was flowing too hard under his skin. You would've had no idea how he killed them, how he smiled above them when he slid a knife into their throat. Nobody would've even doubt if he was a serial killer when he bent his face closer to yours, his breath was warm and you could felt it upon your cheeks.
You stood fearlessly in front of him when he pressed his lips on yours. Despite all the evilness, you knew he had it inside him, that kiss was as light as a feather.
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- Writer
