⓰ B l i n d a s a b a t
1830 Words
And let the clouds fill with thunderous applause
And let lightning be the veins
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Ned is in love.
Not in the lock-her-up-in-the-basement Peter kind of way. They chat a lot, face-time and a couple of things couples do. He brags it to Flash every chance he has. Even without paying much attention to their little love story, Peter got a lot of information from Ned about his 'babe'.
She has green eyes, bright brown hair, and the sweetest smile ever.
Peter thought she will disappear after a couple of days, but she stayed with Ned, still talking to him. Now they planned to have a family, to get married eventually, even today she insisted to come to the college and meet Ned's friend.
Peter sat there with a steak knife, trying so hard to focus on eating and not yanking the knife into Flash's throat who just couldn't shut up.
"No one is coming, Ned! She left you!" Flash mocked.
"No! We're really in love, she wanted to see me and you guys! She's just late! Please wait!" Ned begged.
"Maybe she was just f*****g with your head..." Tiny McKeever said, looking as done as the others. They were all in the cafeteria, waiting for Ned's babe.
"No. For real, she loves me, she's the mother of my daughter and son!" Ned insisted.
Peter Parker put down his knife, he finished his lunch and wiped his lips clean with the tissue paper. He looked at the clock on the wall, it was 12:45, today's college class ended early, everyone was supposed to be going home if Ned hadn't asked them to wait for him.
"No one is falling in love with you Ned. This is as impossible as the FBI chose Peter over me." Flash glanced angrily at Peter Parker who was minding his own business.
"What?" Peter asked back.
"You got a job with the FBI!" Flash slapped the table.
"Yeah. I did." Peter said with no expression on his face.
"Then tell us about it!"
"Like what?"
"Hot chicks! Does the FBI have a lot of hot FBI agent chicks?"
"Ugh... They're mostly guys, at least in my department, and the girls don't seem to care about anything else other than their work." Parker said, he looked at the clock, it was 12:47.
"So, they have any suspects yet? In the case?" Flash asked.
"I can't tell you guys or they'll fire me. I'm late too, I was supposed to be meeting them in just about 10 minutes too." Peter stood up from the seats. "Dude." He called Ned. "I'm really sorry, I can't wait for her today."
"No! I told her about you getting a job with the Feds! She wants to meet you the most!" Ned said.
I'll make it up to you. Okay? Sorry, I really have to go." Peter Parker put his bag over his back and walked away. Ned sighed sadly as he sat back down.
All the members of the group watched Peter until he disappeared from their eyesights, then Flash Thompson spoke what was on his mind. "Why did Professor choose Parker?"
"I mean, he could be weird sometimes. But he's really good in class." Cindy said.
"I'm good too!" Flash pointed at himself.
"Flash. You suck ass." Ned whined.
"I'm better than you! At least I don't lie about having a babe!"
"I'm not lying! There she is!" Ned pointed behind Flash and the whole group followed the gaze to see a young, beautiful girl, wearing a white dress that flows too easily by the wind.
Angel. Was the first word that comes to everyone's mind.
As she walked closer, Ned stood back up on his feet slowly, his hands reached out for her, and she reached out for his as well.
"Hello." The girl from the bar said hello to the whole group officially for the first time, her eyes were as green as Ned claimed it to be, it glanced all over the place, trying to find Peter.
"Everyone. This is Wanda Maximoff." Ned introduced her.
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P A R K E R
A person walks right into our lives for a reason.
There's no such thing as a coincidence, at least that is what I believe. The way I forced myself into (Y/n)'s life was my decision, my control, my reasons, mine.
So, when the girl at the club forced herself into Ned's lives, I was aware of it. Sure, I was the one telling Ned to go after her, but I always told him to do so anyway, and he never got a girl back.
But this time he did.
And there was something fishy about this whole thing. At the nightclub when she glanced at me, I knew I met my own kind. Maybe I was being too paranoid, but being paranoid is necessary if you don't want to get caught.
I watched my friend's group from far away, next to my bike, in the spot where they won't notice me but I can spy on them. Here comes the love of Ned's life.
I took her picture with my phone, then hopped on the bike and drove off the university, heading to see Steve Rogers.
The wind blasted at me, my leather jacket flew in the air, my mind also.
(Y/n) in my basement is being good. Real good. But how long can she stay that way before she has a mental breakdown? A year? Maybe. I need a backup plan for us, we need to get out of town and grow old together, stay with each other forever, even if we die, we will die next to each other.
Back to the FBI and my copycat. They're busy with the Bird's case, now should be the right time for me to plan my next kill.
Helen Cho or Phill Coulson?
I'll let today decide that for me.
I parked my bike and ran up the building. Barnes was there to pick me up since my ID card to access the building was still not done.
"You're late." He said with a grumpy face.
"Sorry, dude."
"Don't dude me." He was in a worse mood than usual.
"Oh. Sorry, Bucky."
Dude is not okay, but Bucky is okay. Noted.
The same old situation, except today we have the latest victim's parents to give us information and Steve wanted me to be in the investigating room with him.
"Kid! C'mere!" When we arrived Steve yelled at me so I ran to him.
"Yes?"
"Do you think the Spider and the Bird are friends?" He asked me, his hands were holding many papers about all the old cases.
"Ugh... what?" I asked back.
"I'm thinking of this new theory, that they might be companions instead of an enemy. They could have been working together after all this time."
I worked alone, I'm pretty sure of that. "Hm... Interesting plot." I said, acting like I was convinced.
"I know. Because like, we never had a piece of evidence that he worked alone, they could've been a group--- a cult." Steve Rogers had gone too far everyone.
"If so New York is really in danger. A group of animal-- serial killers--" I nodded at him with a serious expression on my face. Great, now we have a Spider and a Bird, what's next? How about bringing the whole zoo?
C'mon Rogers. You're overthinking, and you are as blind as a bat when the killer is right next to you.
"Steve Rogers." Helen walked over to our table. "The victim's parents are here."
"Alright," Steve said, he put the papers to the side, standing up. "Come with me." He told me.
I nodded and followed him to one of the interrogating rooms, inside one of the interrogating rooms were the Bird's latest victim's parents, crying.
Bucky entered the room alone.
"Mr. and Mrs. Ridley I'm James Buchanan Barnes, I'm taking care of the Spider's case, I think you heard of him already," Barnes said.
The father got a little more aggressive, the mother was still crying. "Heard of him?! Isn't he the one doing this to our daughter?!"
"We have a piece of evidence leading us to believe that your daughter was murdered by a copycat, not the real one." Bucky kept it calmly.
"Whoever the f**k they are I want them dead!!" The father yelled.
"I just want to see Rachel..." The mother cried.
I stood next to Steve Rogers, back against the walk of the room, blending in at the dark spot of this room where light wouldn't shine on, watching them through the mirror where they can't see us with a blank face. Chin down, eyes up.
How is (Y/n)? My mind wandered back home.
The conversation continued and Steve Rogers whispered at me. "So." His voice was really low. "What do you think?"
"About them?"
"Yeah, normal stuff."
"I think Rachel distanced away from her parents before she was killed," I replied what I saw.
"Why's that?"
"Well, she was gone for two days and this is the first breakdown crying they had. I guess she snuck out before, party, drugs, friends." I shrugged.
"I'm not surprised, kids these days can make parents so worries all the time until they eventually feel used to it," Rogers said sadly.
"Guess I'll never know," I replied.
We got nothing, the case was going nowhere, the Bird was still a mystery also. We got nothing to work on, I wandered around, deciding who to kill, Helen or Phill.
I found Phill on his desk.
Maybe Phill?
"Hey! How are you doing?" I asked.
"Oh! Pete. Just making a report on the victim."
"Is it hard?"
"No, it's just boring. Files and files and files..." He sighed.
I looked around, this room was quite empty. "Hey, man, I know this might not be okay, and I'm new around here, but like-- My friend just met a new girl, but I think she's a digger." I made a sad face.
"Oh... That's not cool." Phill made one too.
"Yeah, and I want him to be happy, you know? But I don't want him to be treated like that, he's a great man. So, I took her pictu--"
"Oh! You wanna scan her face and compare it to the ones in the database!" He looked exciting.
"Ugh.. yes. If that's possible?"
"Sure! You wanna help out a friend, I get it. See this program over here?" He pointed at the left, top of the screen. "This was made specifically to use, just put the picture in. Now... I really need to go poopy, knock yourself out, kid."
That was easier than I thought. He even excused himself for me.
Phill Coulson could be really helpful, and he likes me. I could really use him for the long run. It could all be easier if I let him live.
Today has decided, Helen Cho it is.
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