stop. peter parker

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"please," your eyes followed the sound of his voice. his mask torn from his head, blood soaking the suit he wore. but still, he watched you, hopelessly, his brown eyes stung with fear. "don't— don't hurt her," he was pleading, desperately.

you could feel the man's arm suffocating your chest, keeping you still. you also felt the cold pinch of a needle he was holding to your neck, not quite piercing the skin. your hands were scraping and pulling at his arm, trying despairingly to make him let go.

peter was under the weight of a few very large men, all struggling to keep him down so he was forced to watch. you whimpered at the sight of his helpless cries for the man to let you go.

the needle poked through the skin of your neck, your eyes wide and full of fear. "no— no!" peter was screaming for you, tears now welling up in your eyes and falling fast. he struggled harder against the men holding him down, thrashing his injured body around in a desperate attempt to break free. "get—get your hands off her— i swear to god i'll kill you—" he managed to fight out of the grip of one of the men, his hand now loose and shooting his webs around he managed to release himself.

it was too late, the needle pinched uncomfortably in your throat, your mouth falling open as a different kind of pain surged through your body.

peter slung a web at the guys hand, yanking him so hard, he dropped the needle, his face slamming onto the floor. he edged closer to you, ignoring the howl of pain from the man on the floor who held onto his bloody nose.

"y/n— it's ok— mr stark will make you better— i promise. i promise, alright? please, please just be ok—"

your mind fell blank, blinking a few times as the boy with chocolate brown eyes stared at you distraught. your vacant expression set off alarm bells in peters mind. he carefully lifted his hands and placed them on your shoulders. at the first contact, you slapped his hands away, lifting your foot and kicking him hard in the torso. winded, peter hurled over, groaning with the dull pain. you took this opportunity, grabbing his hunched shoulders and lifted your knee to slam it into his nose.

the bloodied boy fell backwards, stumbling and falling to the ground. his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes full of tears, he didn't understand what was happening. the serum must be altering your brain, he couldn't think why else you would turn on him.

the man behind you both clutching his nose, slowly regained his composure, clambering back onto his feet. he let out a sickening laugh, blood gushing from his nose and down his face. he took a step closer to you, leaning close into your ear. peter scrambled to shoot his webs once more, finding he was out of web fluid. he let out a cry of frustration.

"kill him," peter heard him loud and clear. "kill the boy."

peters frown fell from his face, a look of horror replaced it when you nodded obediently, you slowly edged closer to where he was shuffling away on the floor.

in a last attempt to get help faster, he moved to his comms. "mr stark— they injected a serum into her— she's gonna kill me and she's gonna regret it and i can't let her live with that so if you'd kindly— hurry the hell up, that would be great."

there was a pause for a moment before tony responded. "almost there kid, hold her off till we get there."

you continued to walk closer to him, peter shuffling backwards on his hands trying to get further away from you.

"you know i can't do that— i won't hurt her, she doesn't know what she's doing—"

"peter she has no idea who you are, you have to fight back or she will kill you before we get there," nat's voice was desperate on the other end, images flashing in her mind of just how bad this situation was about to become. she couldn't picture you blank, emotionless, void of anything. you were the most feeling, loving person she knew. if you hurt peter, she knew you wouldn't be able to live with yourself or your powers again.

peter shook his head, he couldn't do it. he'd rather take a beating than harm you.

you held out your hand, green sparks flying from your fingertips towards peter. using your powers, you lifted peter from where he was balled up on the floor, watching him squirm trying to resist you. you tilted your head slightly, holding him just off the ground, his feet stretching to try and grip onto the floor.

you felt nothing, you watched him squirm like the spider he was, neither enjoying or hating what you were doing him.

"y/n," his voice strained, causing you to frown. at the sound of your name, you swished your hands to your right, his body following your movements and slamming into a nearby wall. he let out a pained groan, his body slipping down the wall. "s—stop—" he wheezed, holding a hand to his chest where he now felt sharp pains. you were undoubtedly much stronger than him, even if he wanted to fight back, he wouldn't last long. "you don't know what you're doing— please."

anger pulsed through your veins as he plead with you. frustrated you couldn't understand what he meant, you clutched your hand into a fist mid air, peter letting out a gasp for air, feeling his airways constrict. you pulled him up from the ground once more without having to lay a finger on him, holding him out in front of you, choking the life out of him.

peter's eyes were sad and desperate. "you love me— i— i know you do— don't— just— you know me," he choked, his voice coming out hoarse. "peter parker— we're best— best friends and you love me— i love you," your face contorted with fear and confusion listening to him. you shook your head, quickly this shifted back to anger.

you slammed him down onto the floor, a loud crack coming from his ankle as he fell hard against the concrete. you towered over him, hands held out to finish him off when he lifted his hands up in defence. you faltered, watching him quiver, his hands shaking violently.

"y/n y/l/n— that's you— please remember— just listen— please— i won't hurt you—"

"fight back!" the man shouted at peter, watching frustratedly as peter cowered on the floor below you.

"no!" peter's voice cracked, you knitted your brows. you knelt down, crushing his chest with your knee. your face now hovering over his, eyes darting between his. "i don't want to hurt you," he murmured quietly under the pressure you were applying to his chest. peter could see his vision spotting from what he suspected was a concussion and a lack of oxygen. still he did nothing to stop you.

"stop," you gritted your teeth but made no further move to hurt him. he moved his arm up, trying to touch your face. your hand snapped up, grabbing his wrist to halt him. he watched your eyes move from where your fingertips pressed against his suit, quickly back to his face. "stop," you said weaker.

you didn't fight him when he moved his hand away from yours and up to your face. his clothed fingers touched your cheek before running down your neck and into your hair. you were visibly distressed, trying to unravel your own mind. your eyelashes fluttered, suddenly heavy and wet with tears when you felt him gently squeeze the back of your neck, your breath caught in your throat.

you released some of the pressure from his chest, a sudden wave of reality rushed over you as you stared down at peter, his hand in your hair and his eyes full of tears. a gasp left your lips but was quickly knocked out of you because before you could fully understand the situation, you felt a searing pain and everything went black.

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