Little witch (Part 8)
Pairings: Peter Parker x reader
Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on? Will she be ready to face the real her?
A/N: So here is the new part. I hope you like it and so sorry for the mistakes, I had no time to check it. Enjoy ♥ and please let me know what you mean :3
“Jarvis, I want one of S.H.I.E.L.D’s flying machines.”, the girl ordered as she opened the wardrobe. She knelt down and searched for a particular box.
“I cannot do that without permission, Mrs. (Y/L/N)!”, Jarvis protested. By that time the girl had found what she’d been looking for. Taking the black box, she put it on the bed.
“I need it and I will take it with or without your help. Don’t you dare tell anyone of the avengers about that, or I will find a way to turn you off for a really long time. You know I can do it!”, after threatening Jarvis, the girl opened the box. Wanda had given it to her a week ago telling her it was her costume. Every avenger had one and now as she had been part of the family she needed too. At first (Y/N) was skeptical but had taken it anyway. Who had known she would need it?
She took all the stuff out and dressed before you could say Jack Robinson. She was all in black and leather. The material was interesting and odd given the fact that it was created to stop bullets. It allowed her to move without problems. After that she took another box form under the bed. (Y/N) had sneaked into the armory where she had taken some cold weapons to practice with. She had poisonous knives that had a special substance in them. With the help of Bruce, they had created a liquid that once being inserted in your body it killed all the cells around the place where it was injected. Storming out of the room, she went straight to the hall where the machines were kept. The witch was curious about almost everything since some of them were new to her. Thanks to some of the avengers she had learned so many new skills and how to cooperate with a helicopter was one of them. Jarvis hadn’t spoke and (Y/N) believed he was about to tell the Avengers. She hurried to turn on the enormous device. There were a lot of buttons but she pressed only three to start and open the roof. (Y/N) was too angry and in a hurry to think about safety.
“I warn you Mrs. (Y/L/N)! This is a mistake, don’t do anything stupid.”
“I have to do that Jarvis, and I won’t let anyone stop me!”, the helicopter became airborne and minutes later it was high in the sky, far away from the tower.
Peter, on the other hand was lying on his bed listening to music. The different rhythms filled the room but not Peter’s head. All he was thinking about was (Y/N) and her stories. The way she was talking about her past and the scar. He thought about the different people living in her and how the previous night she had somehow combining them just like Peter did. Her soft side when she blushed around him, at compliments, at eye contact, at his touch. Her dark side when she released her powers and she wasn’t scared of getting her hands covered in blood. What worried him was that she looked as though she wanted to do so. Her face would become like a mask, never changing, not showing emotions, nothing…just like a killer who wouldn’t regret killing her friends. Her joking side when she had broken the ice and tried to build sarcasm in her, to joke about everything. At those times the smile would reach her eyes, they would spark and open the gates to her soul. The kid in her who was curious about the world. The one who would explore the whole building and learn how to use a certain object, its history and origins.
He sat on his bed and looked through the large glass wall in his room. As he was looking at the sun above the city and the high building, he heard and then saw a helicopter. It was in the distance but still near enough for him to recognize the object. It was one of the Avengers’ helicopters. ‘Strange!’, he thought, ‘They must be all asleep, it’s noon.’ And then it hit him.
“Jarvis!”, no answer, “Jarvis!”, Peter screamed a little louder.
“How can I help you, Mr. Parker?”
“Where is (Y/N)?”, again no answer. Peter repeated his question but still with no response.
“I don’t know, Mr. Parker. ”
“How can you not know!?”, surprised by the answer, the boy raised his tone again, “Was she in the helicopter?”
“Tell me Jarvis! What she in there?! Where is she going? She may be in danger, Jarvis!”, after some moments of considering what to do, he gave in.
“She begged me to show her the file intended for Mr. Rogers and Mrs. Romanoff.”
“It’s about some children killed in the woods probably by Hydra.”
“And you showed her that!?”, Peter shouted at the top of his lungs. He could believe that Jarvis had done that. Of course she would fly away and probably try to revenge, “I have to find her!”, he stated and hurried towards the door.
“You cannot go on your own, Mr. Parker!”
“And why not?! You fucking let her go to Hydra alone!”, notwithstanding his anger, he knew Jarvis was right. (Y/N) might had gone alone but he needed reinforcement to go. After some minutes of considering, he spoke, “Wake all the Avengers! We must hurry, she may get in danger.”
(Y/N) knew that Jarvis could have stopped her if he wanted, but he didn’t. She was both glad and sad about it. Although she didn’t want any obstacles on the road, deep inside she wanted someone to stop her, to try at least with all his strength, just to show something. Maybe Jarvis and the others cared about her, maybe she was falling in a deep hole of insecurities as she was nearing Hydra’s base. She had been flying for almost an hour when she saw the familiar area. The vehicle flew just above the place where she was found by the Avengers. Some of the spikes were still there and they brought her memories from that day. The girl felt a stranger feeling in her chest, something heavy. All the feeling from the past tried to fill her – fear, instability, difficult breathing. (Y/N) closed her eyes and pushed all the feelings from her weak side away. Some meters away, the photos she saw earlier came to life. A huge part of the wood was burned down. The trees had been cut down; there was ice which hadn’t melt yet. She decided to land the flying machine there. Once she was on the ground, she turned the invisible shield, so no one would be able to see the vehicle and suspect someone had come. The girl headed out and when she came outside a breeze of dead and blood hit her. (Y/N) began walking despite her trembling legs. Ron, that was the boy with the blond hair, looked as though he had been iced alive. His pale skin and hair, those vitreous blue eyes were the scary yet beautiful…the beauty in his dead, maybe? She knelt down and closed his eyes. A tear rolled down her face but the next one vanished due to the fire in her eyes. The (y/e/c) was now shining and sparkling as though it was in flames. (Y/N) stood up and headed towards the base, every meter taken made her an even more dangerous hurricane.
“She what?!”, Steve exclaimed as Peter told him and the gang the whole story which wasn’t really long. Steve was the only one without a hangover due to the serum in his body, while Tony was the one at least affected. As he loved to say ‘I’m used to such a thing.’ It had passed an hour and Peter was both nervous and eager to go and help (Y/N). Deep down in his heart he felt that she would be in danger.
“I told you, Steve! Don’t make me repeat just because you’re over 70 and cannot hear properly. We need to move!”
“I’ll act as though I haven’t heard it.”, Steve said but took all the needed stuff. They were in the training room as Jarvis had wakened them in the worst way. We, as Peter would say, don’t have enough time to publish you that secret, so let’s move to the main point.
Except Steve and Tony, Nat, Bruce and Vision were the only sober. Thor had taken too much from his Asgardian drink that he was still in bed, not able to move. Clint and Wanda had taken some pills so it was a matter of time to clean their minds. Peter was already in his suit and couldn’t wait for the others to get dressed. Tony was simple. He dressed in seconds in one of his armors while the others took some time. Once they were done, the Avengers went to the bunker where they started another helicopter. With Jarvis orders they soon were high in the sky, following their little witch.
(Y/N) was moving quietly yet fast through the forest. She was taught how to move with the shadows – never seen. The skills she learnt in Hydra were the only thing she appreciated. Although being trained by the avengers too, she knew Hydra had taught her better. Was it because Hydra’s agents were better teachers or they were stronger than her new friends? She pushed out those thoughts and focused on her mission.
Hydra base could be seen in the distance. (Y/N) didn’t miss the four guards outside the gates. She could take them down and she knew it but if she had entered through the main entrance, she would have dug her own grave. Thanks to having been locked in this prison for ten years, (Y/N) had memorized the whole plan of the structure. She knew its weak and strong spots, where the guards were and where not. The witch changed her path and hurried through the trees without stumbling over or getting hurt. Hydra’s base usually weren’t high above the ground but under…it had at least five floors but it always depended on where the base was situated. Although this one had three floors, they were enormous and probably she had been walking on their ‘roof’ for at least twenty minutes. As she neared the concrete fence she sneaked fast to it as one of the cameras was facing another direction. She was like glued to it and moved slowly until she reached the wanted destination. There was a small shaft. She knelt down and tried to open it. No luck. The camera was slowly moving now towards her. She had to do something and in a hurry she broke it and slipped inside as fast as she could. Unfortunately, one of the agents inside the structure had been looking at the views the cameras had been showing and had seen the broken shaft.
“Someone have entered! I repeat, someone have entered! Go to sector 7 and kill the incomer!”, the man spoke and his voice filled the whole building.
The girl knew that she had risked showing she was coming. Well, they didn’t know it was her but still they were probably expecting someone. Moving faster and making no noise she reached the end. She had taken some different directions from the main shaft and now was looking at a corridor. The witch was about to open the grid and go out but some soldiers appeared running. ‘Maybe towards Sector 7.’ When they were gone she jumped down. Looking at both directions she tried to choose one.
To be honest, (Y/N) led her soul guide her for seeking revenge. She had come here with no plan but she would think about it at the moment. Soon after, she decided to take the one where the soldiers came running from. The first thing she had to do was to free the children and then help them escape from here. As she was running searching for ways to get to sector 3, she thought how empty and quiet it was. Yeah, they knew someone was here but they would hardy sent all their soldiers to see who it was. When she turned right, she understood the reason for seeing nobody.
“We knew the person would be smart.”, said a well-known agent, who she had seen before many years, “The leader are glad you are here.”
“They won’t be when they understand the reason for being here.”, the girl received a smirk as a reply and was attacked from the man. He was well trained but it took her seconds to take him down with her flexible movements. One down but she heard steps coming. As she lifted her head she saw other ten agents. She smiled and took her favorite knives. They were longer than the ordinary ones but way lighter.
“Come to mummy.”, and after that she could not remember what had happened. The fight felt like seconds. Her body was filled with adrenaline and on fire but not because of her nature powers. The thrill of killing was indescribable. She moved like a shadow. The soldiers barely saw her but felt the sharp metal across their flesh. Warm red liquid was flowing. If it was hers or not she continued dancing around the falling bodies and once she was done, (Y/N) wanted more. The adrenaline was enfolding her nerves, controlling her actions as she was intoxicated from the feelings it gave her. For the first time she felt alive, stronger, powerful and delighted at the same time.
“We won’t be there on time! She may be lying dead while we are still far, far away from her…”, Peter cried out. He had begun to lose his mind. It had taken them a lot. Through the whole path he didn’t stop blaming himself for this although he knew it wasn’t his fault. If he were her, he could have done the same. The helicopter was near the place where one month ago they had rescued the girl. They were close but at the same time very far away.
“Peter, please, calm down. You have seen how powerful and strong she can be. She’ll be okay, maybe with some scratches but still safe and sound.”, Wanda had sat next to him and had tried to comfort him but in vain, “Think about good things and good things will happen.”, but Peter was afraid that there was no matter. Something bad was about to happen or had already happened.
(Y/N) continued playing the role of Death coming to take the souls of his victims. As she ran her weapon though one agent’s body someone shot at her. She was fast and moved but when she turned around the man shot again. The girl threw her knives and moved her hands in front of her forming the letter ‘X’. The bullets stopped inches away from her face. What surprised the shooting man was that the girl didn’t even close her eyes from fear. She started walking towards him, fire forming in her hand. Her eyes shined in a color between red and (Y/e/c). He cursed under his breath and stepped backwards in terror but the witch was already near him. She clenched her gist around his throat and lifted him up. The fire spread along the body. The agents was screaming and kicking but not hard enough to escape. The grip was tight and the fire was painful. The witch let him down once he was all in flames. Smiling she turned around just to feel electricity through her body. Her body squirmed and she felt on the ground still shaking. The soldier came closer and injected something in her. No matter her persistence, her eyes shut down ending her new world of pleasure.
“I knew you would come back to Hydra, sweetheart.”, a female voice made the girl wake up. She slowly opened her eyes, trying to focus but the vision was still blurred. (Y/N) tried to move her head but felt a strong pain in the neck.
“I’m afraid it will hurt you for two or three hours but that won’t stop us from our plans, right?”, the woman sounded so happy and yet so familiar.
“We really did missed you, Ms. (Y/L/N).”, a man spoke from the distance.
(Y/N) groaned in pain as she moved her head again but this time, maybe due to the ache, she could see properly. She was chained to a well-familiar chair. The girl tried to move but she couldn’t. She was tied strongly to the object.
“You know all your efforts are in vain.”, the voice brought (Y/N) back to as she was falling in her nightmares due to the chair. As she lifted her head, her eyes got wide once she saw who was standing there.
“You?”, she breathed out the word, “You…you ha-had to be-”, while stuttering she almost choked, “…dead.”, the last word was whispered but it echoed through the room slicing her beliefs, thoughts, anchor the same way she had sliced the soldier’s bodies before.
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