LUNATIC | Peter Parker x Reader

❷ S t i l l a s a s t a t u e

Blood still stains when the sheets are washed

Sex don't sleep when the lights are off

R O G E R S

Detective Steve Rogers was drowning himself to death with alcohol inside his dirty little office after he figured out that, why work if you have nothing to work on? Why not just get drunk?

The door opened up, Rogers wasn't sleeping even though he looked like so, he expected to hear his buddy Sam coming in very angrily, complaining about how he needed to stop drinking and start working, but it was a subtle, very subtle footsteps.

"Detective Rogers?" A voice said, a guy, might be young, Steve was not in the mood of looking to see who it was.

"Detective Rogers, please wake up." The guy patted him on the shoulder, then started shaking his body.

"What..." He said, still not moving.

"My name is James Buchanan Barnes, I'm a special agent from the FBI. I need to talk to you."

"Feds..." He murmured and raised his face up to see a guy, wearing a black leather jacket, he had long hair all slicked back neatly, grey eyes, very recognizable grey eyes. "What do you want?" He asked.

"We want you to join the Spider case."

"Uh... no thanks." He went right back to sleep, he hates feds so badly but he never swears, not even once.

"You closed the hydra's case when none of our detectives were capable of, we really need you on this one."

"I only take cheating husbands or runaway kids cases thank you, James."

"I knew it's been hard for you since you lost your wife on the Hydra's case but---"

"Get out of my office." He said sharply.

"..."

"..."

"I'm sorry. But please, consider it, we really need you, he will attack again soon, this is my number." Barnes placed his business card on the table, then stepped back in his Doctor Martens.

"Christ." He said annoyingly when the door closed, then crumpled the fed's card in his hand, he was about to throw it into his full bin.

But then he stopped.

And disentangled the card then put it in his wallet.

"Uh... This is.. bad..." He muttered, looking at all of the empty bottles of alcohol, he ran out of drinking water now, it's time to go to the bar.

Rogers put on his heavy, brown coat on his tall body then headed outside, he headed to the nearest bar just to find out that it was closed, so he went the one in Queens. Jimmy's was a great place, everything was a little expensive but it was worth it, it was decorated in dark brown, it had wooden floors and shelves, with country singers for city people to change their moods or feel like home.

Rogers sat on the chair, looking around.

"Steve! It's been so long!" Jimmy, the owner said excitedly

"The same please, if you still remember." Steve grinned softly.

He watched Jimmy laugh and turn back to the shelf, making his favorite Scotch. He observed the bar a little more, felt like some decorations changed, then he spotted a girl, with blonde hair, sitting alone.

His Scotch was served, he smiled as thanks to Jimmy and took his drink to her table.

"Mind if I sit with?" He asked her.

She didn't look very happy, with closer look Steve realized the lady was crying maybe ten minutes before. "Sure..." She said.

"I'm Steve, Steve Rogers." He shook her hands.

"Sharon, Carther." She smiled then looked away outside the rainy window.

She wasn't in a mood to talk, and Steve had no idea why he brought himself here neither, but he still sat there.

"One of my family members... just died." She said out of the blue. "My aunt... She raised me, just died. I'm sorry, but I just-- I'm lost, and confused."

Steve nodded. "It's okay, you can tell me."

"She was a brave, brave woman, my inspiration and motivation and this morning they just called me, saying, she's gone. Like.. how, she was just talking to me yesterday but now she's just... gone."

"..." He just listened.

"Have you lost someone, Mr. Rogers?" She asked.

"Yes. Um, my wife, Amanda, three years ago."

"Kids?"

"One dog."

"What should I do to erase the pain? I cried too much I don't feel any more tears left in me." She talked to herself.

"Drink." Steve shrugged.

She looked at him and gave him a sad smile, Then raised her glass up. "To your wife."

"To your aunt." He raised his as well.

"So... Steve." She tried to get the burning feeling out of her throat. "What do you do for a living?"

"Private investigator."

"Oh, Detective Rogers. What kind of cases are you working on?"

"Affairs, mostly." He sighed.

"You know anything about the Spider? He's very famous on the news, and he's around here in New York."

"I've read it, but I'm not working for that kind of cases." Anymore. He thought, Steve pretended he never had a guy named James Bucha... something visited him two hours ago.

"Scary." She said.

"Since it's dangerous out here... can I give you a lift home? My car's just out there." He asked the girl smirked, he was smooth, but not enough.

"My car is out there, too." She said.

"Are you sure because--"

"Astoria park."

"..."

"Tomorrow, at 6 pm. I'll see you there. I heard Detective Rogers, that they opened a new movie theater nearby." She smiled, took her purse and left the bar.

Rogers smiled to himself.

For the first time since Amanda, he went straight home and took a nice bath, tomorrow he need to be perfect. He wondered if he should shave his beard off, but then she might liked him bearded so he left it there.

He spent the whole day cleaning up bottles and the mess in his house, in case he might get lucky and she wants to visit. Then woke up at 6 for the first time in months, went out jogging with his friend Sam.

At lunch he ate healthy, from then to 5 he was deciding what to do with his hair, it was long and he had no time left to cut it, even if he did she might think he tried too hard.

He was reminded by himself of James Bucha-something, that the dude that slicked his long hair back with a thick gel, so he stole the hairstyle for himself.

He arrived at 5:55 with an ugly flower bouquet he bought that was in his hand, he waited for Sharon next to the tree.

Ten minutes passed he waited, being late a couple of minutes is absolutely fine.

20 and he started to look around.

30 and he figured she was just playing with him, she left no number and why could Steve even think she will show up anyway, he threw the flowers down the trash, thinking of somewhere to get drunk again tonight.

But then he spotted a girl from the distance, across the grass field, on a bench next to the water.

Oh, there she is.

He hated himself now for throwing those flowers away, he rushed to the other part of the park, that's definitely her, today she was wearing a really big hat and colorful clothes, very different from yesterday, guess someone's been prepared too.

"Sharon." He called her with the sweetest smile he can put on, she didn't turn around. "I'm sorry I'm late, I actually arrived 5 minutes before 6 but I was at the other side of..."

Steve Rogers stopped as he stared at Sharon Carter confusedly, she was looking right in front of her, still, not blinking, not even once did she, look at him back, as still as a statue.

"Sharon...?" He touched her shoulder then realized it was ice cold.

His Detective instinct worked and confirmed that she was dead.

Rogers fell onto the ground, looking at her with his jaw dropped, he sat there in silent for longer than 5 minutes.

A murder, the Spider, this is how the Spider kills, they put the dead body back on places, dressed them up like they were still alive. He hurried and get his phone out, he was going to call 911 but then he remembered he had a better call to make.

He took out James Buchanan Barnes crumpled card and called the number.

"Hello." The other side replied almost immediately.

"This-- this is Steve, um, Steve Rogers." He struggled to speak.

"Are you interested on the cast Detective?" His voice was cold.

"I found another--- another victim." He rubbed his temples.

"What'd you say?" His tone changed.

"He killed again! The body is right in front of me, she was my date for tonight for christ's sake!" He shouted, the park was getting darker and darker and Sharon is still staring lifelessly at him.

"How the fuc-- Oh s**t, he must've kept an eye on me, I visited you so now he's on you, do you have gun Detective?"

"No! I investigated people cheat on each other, do you think they'll let me carry it around?! And watch your language!"

"Find something to Defend yourself, Detective Rogers, I'm on my way." He cut off.

Steve Rogers took out his pocket knife and held it tight into his hand, he sat there for half an hour until he finally calmed down, so like his habit, he investigated.

She turned pale under those thick layer of makeup, she must've died for longer than 4 hours, probably a hit on the head, judging on the blood stains that was wiped off, a dead body can't sit with their head straight like that, the killer must've blocked her neck with that hat, and under the hat, her hair was shaved off too.

He noticed she was holding a piece of paper, he carefully light a flashlight on it without moving or make fingerprints on the evidence. And after seeing it, his sweat immediately formed and he freaked out right away.

She's been waiting for you.

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