The Assassins Curse Peterparker x reader

Peter where are we!?

I wake up to this bright light, wires strapped around me, and im in this cold metal chair.

I fell groggy, but awake all the same.

I feel swore and sweaty,

I try turning my head, and when I do I see Peter looking just as disoriented as me.

"Peter" my voice was raspy. I could barely hear me. "Peter" I say a little louder and this time he turned to me.

"y/n?" He asks.

I nod.

"What happened?" He asks looking around. We were in this white room mirrors around us. Nothing else but me and Peter strapped down. Wires coming from the ceiling and into us through a needle.

"I don't know?"

I couldnt remember much.
It all seemed so foggy.

All I remember is-

"Peter where are we!?" I panicked more.

He seems panicked to and tried moving around to see if he could get up. I do the same.

Nothing.

"I-I dont know" He struggled more but nothing.

Then a burst popped in my head.

"OW!" I cry.

It felt like my head got stabbed with a dull knife. Piercing through me.

"y/n!" He raises voice, worried.

The pain went away slowly but it still stung.
"I-im ok" I assured him.

We both look at eachother, and just like that I remember.

We were in class.
I shatter the window.
The robots.
Us fighting.
The little boy.
Peter and I hugged.
Us walking.
The darkness.

" Peter I remember."

"Wh-what? Remember what?" His eyes pleaded.

I reached out my hand for him to take, and he did right away.

Trying the best I can, just like Wanda taught me.

I showed him my memories of what we did.

He gasped when I let go.

" Both of you stay calm " Tony's voice spoke.

"Tony?" I murmur.

"Yes. Trust me this will all make sense in a minute."

"Mr.Stark? What's happening" Peters voice was shaky.

Then I realised, I realised.

And now. Now I'm numb.

"Peter," I say cold.

He looks me dead in the eye.

I stare back. With daggers in my eye to the mirrors knowing they can see me.

It was the same room I was in when I was being held after lashing out at Peter a few months ago.

"Y/n what!" Peter pleiades

"It was a simulation," I spit. "You put us in a simulation!" I yell at the mirrors.
"WHY!" I scream "YOU PUT US IN THERE!" I scream louder. Tears falling down like a waterfall.

I've been in one before, and it took me weeks to trust that I wasn't in one anymore.

And now I don't even know what real. If this is real.
Was it?.
Was Peter even here.
NO,NO,NO!

My crying got louder. And I can feel energy rushing to me.

I heard Peter's voice in the background but it was muffled.

"It's not real, it's not real, it's not real." I cry.

With sudden burst I broke the restrain off of me, ripping the wires that were in me out.

I walked up to the glass and punched it repeatedly.
"You did this to me!" I scream. "Why,why why!" I cry.

I fall down, holding my knees up to my chest, rocking back and forth, over and over again.
"You're not real" I whimper "it was a lie, THE WHOLE THING WAS A LIE!" I scream at them.

I got up and smashed my fist in the mirror.

I was beyond angry. Angry, sad, betrayed, lied to, manipulated.

" I-I ca-cant, br-ea..th." I cry hyperventilating. Everything was so muffled.

I didn't even hear the voices that rushed around me.

A pair of arms were on me, wrapped around me.

It was Peter.

And I learned myself into his embrace.

I feel him kiss the top of my head.
Rocking back and forth to comfort me.
He held me close and I layed there. Whimpering.
"You're not real," I say to him.
He hushes me
"I am, y/n i'm right here." He comforts me.
" No your not" I argue. But I lean in closer. I feel myself passing out. "I like you Peter," I tell him.
"Even if you're not real."