Imagine- A One-shot Collection

Vengeful Dancing- Peter Parker (Spiderman 2002) Pt. 2 ~ The Truth

Continuation requested by Avengerssoulmate!

Y/N rushed out of the ballroom. She was upset and embarrassed. She should've known Peter wanting to be with her was too good to be true. He just wanted to get back at MJ and Harry.

Peter used her.

Y/N wasn't sure if she was ready to go home yet. If she went home, she risked getting a call from Peter, MJ, or Harry, none of whom she wanted to speak with.

So she decided to take a walk. The fabric of her dress rustled in the breeze. She was very aware that the other New Yorkers on the sidewalk were staring at her, so she kept her head down, not wanting anyone to see her like this.

Her plan was to go to Central Park, and there, she could find a bench to sit at by herself and reflect on why she allowed herself to be used. But the world had other plans for her.

Y/N noticed it get eerily quiet as she continued towards the park. There were now only a few homeless people straggling about, sleeping on benches or in a drug-induced haze. This is why no one noticed when Y/N was suddenly pulled into a dark alley by three burly men.

She tried to scream, but a large hand covered her mouth so no noise came out. She was shoved up against the wall by the largest of the three, his hand still over her mouth. "Well well well, what a pretty catch we have here. You're quite the looker, aren't you?"

Y/N reached her arms out to swing at him, but the other two men caught them and pinned them against the wall.

"Don't be naughty, eh?" said another. "Don't you know bad girls get punished?"

The third laughed and moved his free hand to touch Y/N's chest.

But the first one smacked it away. "Where are your manners, huh?" he smirked and licked his lips. "I get first dibs."

He began to feel her body, running his hands all over her breasts and torso. Y/N was weakening from struggling so much, so she didn't have enough strength to fight anymore. She helplessly whimpered as his hand neared her skirt.

"So much fabric. Help me out here, will ya?" he asked the other two.

Y/N's whimpers grew more frantic as the other two men hiked up her skirt, exposing her lower half. Her legs buckled beneath her as the cold hit her skin, but she didn't fall, as all three men were still supporting her.

The man continued, ducking down and throwing her legs over his shoulders. He gazed lustfully at her panties, the only thing between him and what he so desperately wanted. He reached into his pocket and Y/N watched as he procured a pair of scissors. The sight of them nearly made her faint. He slipped the panties between the blades, and Y/n closed her eyes.

But before he could cut them off, he was suddenly pulled away.

Y/N fell to the ground, the scissors falling beside her as the other two men pulled out their guns and pointed them into the darkness of the alley.

"Who's there?" "Whatd'ya want!" "What did you do to 'im?" "Come out!"

There was a scream as one of the other men was suddenly whisked into the darkness.

Y/N's eyes widened, and she pressed herself against the wall, glancing at the third man. He narrowed his eyes as they flicked to her. "Stay here toots. You're mine after I take care of this."

With that, he walked towards the inky blackness, stopping just before he crossed the threshold. "This is your last warning! Show yourself!" Suddenly, the man gasped and clutched his chest as if he had been shot.

But no, he hadn't been hit with a bullet, Y/N noticed, it was a web! "Spiderman," she breathed just as the man was pulled away to join the others, who were presumably tied up next to a dumpster.