Baby, don't go now because I'll be with you, always as your own.
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I was looking forward to some hot chocolate that I had been promised by uncle Luke this morning, but when I walked into the kitchen, I was met with a sight more terrifying than any nightmare I had ever had.
(y/n)'s POV-
Blood. Lots of it. It ran from on top of the kitchen island all the way down to the tiled floor, smearing the black and white checkered pattern with scarlet stains.
In the middle of it all lay Liam, a pool of blood forming between his spread legs. His body was leaned against the kitchen counter with his hands, palm faced upwards, on both sides of his hip. His mouth was slightly ajar, as if he had been shouting for help, but had finally given up because of the unbearable pain.
I bolted right next to him, gently placing his head on my lap and scanning for any major injuries. His black shirt was damp, sticking to his masculine chest. Lifting it up as carefully as I could, I noticed a blotch of blood flowing down his torso and staining the waistband of his trousers. Riding the shirt further up to get a clear view, I found a deep gash right in the middle of his stomach.
The gash was definitely from a knife. A faint cut ran from the edge of his collarbone all the way to his abdomen, stopping right on top of the gash. Apart from this he had few bruises peppered all over his face, a black eye and a partly bleeding nose. My uncle was a mess and I wasn't willing to spare whoever it may be who had caused this damage to him.
I reached for my jacket pocket discreetly as to not cause him anymore pain and pulled out my phone. I typed in my password and opened messages, searching for a particular name.
Peter Parker.
I was quick to press the name and pull up a chat.
Peter, I need your help ASAP. It's my uncle. Please call an ambulance on your way here.
(y/n).
His reply came not two seconds after:
Sure. On my way, calling 9-1-1. I'll be there soon. Take care of yourself, please.
Peter.
I quickly typed in a 'I will' and clicked my phone shut, looking down at my unconscious uncle. What had happened while I was at school? Who was it that had something to do with my uncle? Surely, Liam knew the guy or else he wouldn't have invited him in. Who is it? What does he want?
These questions swarmed my mind like a hive of annoying honey bees and not long after did I hear the twist of a doorknob from upstairs. I was on alert at once, grabbing a pillow from the couch and placing Liam's limp head on top of it.
Then, as slowly and discreetly as possible, I made my way upstairs, taking one step at a time with a long pause to hear anything.
Once I was on top of the staircase, I was met by the strangest sight I had ever witnessed.
Tony Stark was pinned against the wall, his neck held by a firm hand covered in armour. Tracing my eyes over the hand, I finally dared to look at the person. It was a man, about six feet tall with brown hair and piercing black eyes that glowered with rage as his gaze stayed fixed on the man he had under his power.
He had me by shock when he spoke, eyes never leaving Mr. Stark.
"Hello, my dear daughter. How happy I am to finally be meeting you after all these years."
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
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Fanfiction"Who was she, May?" His voice was scarcely above a breathy whisper. "She was a nobody, Peter. It'll be better if you understood that and moved on," May's voice resonated in his head. "How can you expect me to forget the girl I fell in love with?" ...
