Spider-Man Male Reader x The Walking Dead Game

Zemo

{Later That Day}

You, Daryl, Omid, Sam, and Wanda were arrested. They didn't choose to hold you in some regular prison though, they sent you to the Raft. It wasn't the same one as the supermax prison in New York where your enemies are held, but they built a similar one in the middle of the sea to hold other enhanced individuals or people they deemed dangerous.

You are in your holding cell in a blue jumpsuit. You lean against the wall, thinking of your circumstances. You hope you'll get to see your family soon. What will they think about this? As of now, you are a criminal in the government's eyes.

Spider-Man is a criminal.

J. Jonah Jameson must be jumping for joy right now. That's if the revelation of you being Spider-Man didn't change his opinion on you.

The mechanical doors of the holding area open, and you look over to see none other than Tony Stark. He has a black eye and has his arm in a sling. You chuckle at the sight of him. Daryl and the rest also notice his arrival.

Daryl: The Futurist, gentleman! The Futurist is here! He sees all! He knows what's best for you, whether you like it or not.

Tony shakes his head and goes over to his cell.

Tony: Give me a break, Dixon. I had no idea they'd put you here. Come on.

You speak to Tony two cells away from Daryl's. Omid's is between you and him.

You: Yeah, well, you know they'd put us somewhere, Tony.

Tony sighs.

Tony: Yeah, but not some supermax floating ocean pokey. This place is for maniacs. This place is for—

Daryl: Criminals? Criminals, Tony. That's the word you're looking for, right?

Tony doesn't answer. Daryl continues.

Daryl: That didn't use to mean me. Or Y/N, Sam, or Wanda. But here we are.

Tony shakes his head and keeps walking. Daryl goes up to the bars.

Daryl: You gotta watch your back with this guy. There's a chance he's gonna break it.

Omid looks over at Tony as he passes by.

Omid: Hank Pym always said you can never trust a Stark.

Tony raises a brow at the man he didn't know.

Tony: Who are you?

He keeps walking, and Omid shakes his head.

Omid: Come on, man.

Tony makes it to your cell. You keep looking down as your once close friend fixates his eyes on you.

Tony: Come on, Y/N. Look at me.

You don't answer. He tries again.

Tony: You did this to yourself. You broke the law. Why didn't you think of Clementine back at home? Ben? Your twins? Why didn't you think of them?

You shake your head, keeping quiet still. Tony sighs and thinks of something that'll surely get a word out of you.

Tony: Carl's on his feet. I took care of their expenses. He's going to make a full recovery.

You slowly look up at Tony. You didn't think he'd go out of his way to do that.

You: Really?