Distant (Peter Parker X Reader)
PART 4 (This is the last one, I swear!)
Summary: You and Peter have been married for three years now. But when Peter starts becoming distant, you have no choice but to use anything at your disposal to bring him back.
Warning: Character Death. Blood and Gore. Torture. Angst.
When Peter woke up, he was met with a man staring down at him in disgust.
"I expected someone... older," the man remarked.
"Who are you now?" Peter asked, wondering why he isn't dead yet. Sometimes he hate his durability.
"I'm Dr. Flynn.. But that's not important. We have brought you here for witnessing the death of your dear wife. You have the best view!"
Peter's eyes widened. His head snapped up, trying to find you. You were inside a glass chamber. There were wires attached to different parts of your body, and you were suspended in the air.
"(Y/N)?" Peter whispered. Your eyes were closed, and you were struggling to get out of the wires.
Your white tank top was covered in dried blood, and the ends of your shorts were shredded.
"What did you do to her?" Peter asked, tears streaming down his face.
"Quite a lot. It's not like it hurt her much anyway, she's a superhero," the man said, laughing at the end. "Vin, please start the machine. I don't want to waste more time."
"Wh.. What? What's the machine going to do?" Peter asked, he stood upright. He was shackled to a wall, and the chains seemed to make him weaker for some reason.
"It'll override her brain. If her mind's strong, then she'll live, or she'll die. Something tells me it won't be the latter. She's a magic-user, so her mind's probably dense."
Your eyes snapped open and wandered around. The glass must've worked only one way, because you don't seem to see Peter.
"Vin, dial it up a little," the doctor said, staring at (Y/N) with so much fascination it made Peter sick.
"Please.. Please stop," you whimpered, your fists were clenched and Peter was internally dying at your screams.
Vin turned the knob a little more, and this time you screamed.
"A little more Vin," the doctor said, going near to the chamber.
"No, please stop. I'll do whatever you want, just stop! Please," Peter pleaded, struggling with the chains.
Vin turned the knob a little more, and this time your screams almost sounded inhumane. Peter closed his ears, hearing you were dead was less painful than this. He had to go through seeing you tortured now.
Vin turned the knob once more, but it must've been the last turn, as you stopped screaming and slumped down. A drop of blood trickled down your nose, and your fists slowly unclenched.
"Oh.. I did not expect that. Well, I guess that she wasn't that strong after all," the doctor remarked.
Something inside Peter snapped when he heard that. He yanked his hands off and charged at the doctor. His web shooters were still working, but this time he didn't use his webs for non-lethal purposes. He held the doctor to a wall, and watched as his life drained out of him. Peter let him fall down when he was sure the doctor was dead. He turned to Vin next.
Vin tried escaping, but Peter used his webs to slam him to the metal desk. Usually Peter would've thrown up, but this time he felt pleased to see the blood seeping out of his head.
Peter didn't stop there. He walked out of the base, making sure every guard was lying on the ground, lifeless. Only then did he return to the glass chamber.
(Y/N) definitely wouldn't have approved Peter's way of dealing with grief, but she wasn't alive and Peter could do anything he wants to fill the hole in his heart.
He entered the chamber and used his webs to slowly lower (Y/N) to the ground. He promised himself that he wouldn't cry when he held her, but all that went down the drain as soon as she was in his arms.
He cried and cried till he felt himself becoming numb. Why was it always him? He first lost his parents, then his Uncle Ben and now it was (Y/N). Why was it him who always lost people?
Peter slowly carried (Y/N) out. There he saw the Avengers looking at him disapprovingly. Tony walked up to him and took (Y/N)'s lifeless body from him. He hates letting her go, but he had other plans.
Peter quickly took the small pocket knife he kept in his belt and switched it up. He had to do it, there's no point living anymore now. The Avengers would just give him a therapist and tell him to move on.
Peter looked at Tony leaving with the (Y/N) in his arms, and whispered a quick goodbye to everyone.
"Don't worry (Y/N), I'm coming.." Peter said before he rammed the knife into his chest.
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