LUNATIC | Peter Parker x Reader

❾ B u s y a s a b e e

Boy, I like that you ain't afraid

Baby, lay me down and let's pray

P A R K E R

At both sides of the table, Peter Parker and you stared at each other, dinner was served on the table for the both of them but it was treated as if it was just an object, decorating the table.

You have had enough crying, and the fear was replaced by annoyance, you wanted to scream, want to hit Peter Parker to death and escape.

Deep inside, something grew, something greater than being afraid, a survival instinct inside of you told you to be smart, to be smarter than this man who hurt you, and to use everything you have against him.

"You're not going to eat?" His voice was a little husky, it saved you from going insane by how soundless this place is.

"I'm not hungry." You said, you learned how you also have power against him, mentally at least, so, with a little courage you gained, you asked back. "You don't eat too?"

"I won't eat if you won't."

"Then we'll both be starving then." You put the spoon and fork aside, then laid your back against the chair.

He knew you challenged him... or that you knew his weakness and strength was all you. "What is it you think you're doing?" He asked.

"I don't know." You looked away from him, hands on the bandages on your head. "You tell me, Peter Parker. We'll be together forever, aren't we? Should we start and get to know each other?"

"I know everything about you." He said, he looked so certain of it.

"I promise you, you don't."

"If you say so." He said. "So, know each other right? Let's play a game then. I'll ask a question, you reply. You ask a question, and I'll do too."

"But you have to be honest."

"What makes you think I won't be?" He asked.

"I just think there are some things you don't want to talk about, or even want to think about." You said, looking straight into his eyes.

"...Hm, I see." He said with a stern look. "Lady first."

"Your name.... Did you tell me your real name?"

He swallowed his saliva, like a part of his patience was torn out. Then close his eyes, tried to keep his anger under control. "My name is Peter, Benjamin, Parker. It's truly is my name."

"Benjamin. Someone's name in the family?"

"It's my turn. Are you seeing someone?"

"I'm seeing you right now, aren't I? Because you kidnapped me here in this... little box with just walls, and you to look at."

"Stop being sarcastic if you don't want your other eye to get bruised."

"If you cherish me so much then why hurt me so?"

He paused like he couldn't find an answer for you, or even himself. "Because... when things are vulnerable, and if I know I can overpower it, and so I did.. You didn't answer my other question yet."

"I haven't been seeing someone. It's not good for work."

"Good.... good." He almost smiled.

"So... is this my turn then?" You asked, and he nodded with his hand on his chin. "When you said, you have a game for them to play... what kind of game? To whom?"

"To everyone involved." He tapped his fingers on the table, made a little sound.

"Involved in what, specifically?"

"In the game of getting you back." There was a glint of craziness in his eyes.

"Game of getting me back...? You mean they're trying to get me back?"

"Don't give yourself false hope Ms. Stark, it's not like that's going to ever happen. But oh... well, how I love such risk, I'm playing with the FBI, they're as busy as bees..." He stared into the fireplace that hasn't been lighted.

"Have you ever considered that the FBI will catch you, and you will get yourself killed. Will it be worth all this?" You made sure you put it in a way of just asking, so he won't get angry.

He was almost whispered when he replied. "Just bunches of rats... trying to find the snake's nest. All their names... are on the list."

"The list?"

"Barnes. Rogers. Fury... And the others who wish to take you away from me."

"The others...?"

"It hasn't been completed, but what an unfortunate thing to say, (Y/n).... Tony Stark's name is on the paper too." Then, he started eating dinner.

R O G E R S

As soon as Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes walked into the department, they were the center of the attention, just like they have been the talk of the town for the past weeks.

No one is more interested in how Bucky Barnes was doing with his serial killer case more than his own colleagues who think they could do a much better job, but they can't say anything, the case was handed down to Barnes by Fury himself, no one wants to mess with the boss.

"James. Are they looking at you because you're charming or because you're a douchebag?" Steve whispered at Bucky.

"Please call me Bucky. And no, they look at me because I haven't caught the Spider yet, and they remember you from the Hydra case... But well, I'm a douchebag too." He admitted.

"Okay then." Steve shrugged.

"But I made the best progress on the case so far, even if he's still not locked in jail." He said, then opened up the door to his section.

"Good morning Bucky!" Some of the teams in there yelled.

"Morning guys, Detective Rogers, these are my teammates, Everyone this is Steve Rogers."

"I know you." A guy said, looking as excited as ever, with eyes widened and he ran straight to shake his shaking hand with Rogers. "I'm Coulson, Phil, Phil Coulson. I admired your work, you caught the hydra when even the FBI like us couldn't."

"Detective this is Phil Coulson, he's the trace technician," Bucky said.

"Ah... you're so huge, no wonder why you did such an amazing job. Look at those muscles."

"Phil," Bucky called.

"Great... form and brain."

"Phil please." Bucky sighed.

"Oh. Sorry." Phil laughed, clearly he was the biggest Steve Rogers fan.

"Hi." The other one introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Helen Cho. Medical examiner, I tell how the victims die." She shook his hand, she looked rather interested in her work more than this introduction.

"Bruce... Banner." The other one murmured. "Toxicologist, and... DNA, I go to the crime scene sometimes, I don't really know what my role is."

He was so confused on his own, so confusedly, Roger told the confused FBI Banner. "Nice to meet you."

Some of the others introduced themselves but Steve couldn't memorize all the names, he let it slide in hopes to ask Bucky all of it later, when he was taken to look at the files in Bucky's office about previous cases the Spider killed.

"I was right about him, he killed them to make the prototype, which is the Stark girl." He muttered and Barnes nodded.

"So... I can assure Tony Stark she's still alive?" He asked.

"There's no assurance in her safety, I just have the feeling, James, not the truth. All I know is that he's passionate about her... obsessed, so she could still be breathing, but maybe not in one piece."

"You found anything else about the case?"

"Yes. Ugh... all these victims were killed in a very clean way, I mean, it's brutal? Yes. But he did it cleanly, on the proper chair, on the specific space for him to kill? Except for some. Hey, don't you have a Behavioral Analyst to do this? Why me?"

Bucky Barnes sighed and crossed his arms. "We had."

"Had?"

"Maria hill was our Behavioral Analyst. But because she's so good in the field too Fury ordered her to be in charge, and outside the lab. That's why she was killed." He had guilt written all over his face even though this was not his false.

"And you didn't think of anyone to replace her? I think I noticed a bunch of Behavioral Analysts wanting this job out there."

"Yes. We did. That's why I brought you in."

Steve froze, knowing he replaced the dead girl's role, and deep down thinking he might be next, but then he shook it away and focus back on the case.

"I was going to say, the only victims he killed outside of his comfort zone was her, Maria Hill." He told Barns, threw her files at the table.

"How do you know...? The wounds and everything looked the same."

Looking into these victims' file, seeing them die in the portrait, their bodies pale and rotten made the same stress when he lost in wife and son back, with shaking legs, Rogers sat on the chair.

"I... don't know. I just feel it."

"You feel that he killed her outside his working space?"

"No.. just take a look at it yourself. The other victims he just wanted them dead, it could be falling from stairs, he just needed their bodies, but to Hill, he was... mocking her."

Bucky paid attention to Maria Hill's portrait in the crime scene, she wasn't dressed up to bend in with the place her body was left, she was in a long white gown, so spot out, her lip glittered red like a clown.

"My guess... my feeling is that." Steve rubbed his temples. "She found him, she had a suspected, but she wanted to bring justice to the girls herself, means she wanted to kill him instead of sending him to the mental hospital. So she went after him all alone, and they fought."

"So she knew who he was, that's why he killed her."

"Yes. But she was a great fighter, her arms were broken it said in the report, not like the others girl, she knew exactly how to raised her hand up and prevent herself if the killer tries to hit her with a wooden stick or something like that."

"..." Bucky let Steve went into the zone, he didn't interrupt and let Rogers work it out.

"Her body was all clean, without any blood under her nails because she's not the type to scratch someone when she fights, she wasn't shot but was stabbed and bled out to death... so the gun must've been taken, they fought with a knife." He closed his eyes, imagined the scene.

"What's next Detective...?" Barnes asked softly.

"She lost. She died." He opened his eyes. Then groaned. "I need more information to figure him out, we have no suspects, no important evidence, this is so hard."

"I'll make a report to Nick Fury, we'll dig up specific details about Maria Hill's case."

"Oh! Note one more thing, James."

"It's Bucky."

"They fought with a knife. The knife wasn't found, meaning she must've stabbed him too. This killer has a knife scar for sure."

"We have like millions of people out there with a knife scar, Detective, no offense."

"Yeah. But at least I got something right? Now can you please get me a bottle of great wine the FBI has please?" He begged, Barnes, nodded, walked out to ask Coulson for one of his 1989 whines collection.

In another part of New York, the exact same time, Peter Parker looked at his scars on his back straight from his shoulder blade down his spine through the mirror.