Ultraviolence- Chapter 2

TW: heavy-ish gore

Peter Parker x villain!reader/assassin!reader

It’s been at least a year since I made chapter 1 and tbh I kinda lost interest in MCU for a while, but I’ve been getting lots of notifs that people want this to be a series, so I’m willing to continue the store if you guys like it uwu <3 PS idk how to link on mobile, but you can find chapter 1 on my page. (Also kinda changed the plot bc I hate my old writing, so good luck reading chapter 1)

It only took a moment for Peter to suit up and reach the roof, but by God how he wished it took him a few minutes more. A few moments later he wouldn’t have to watch three cops mutilated before him. A few moments later, he wouldn’t be covered in the warm, crimson blood of three officers simply doing their jobs. The mystery assassin left her katana for a chain made from thermal plasma. Like hell he knew where it came from, but he knew it was something to stay far away from. The plasma chain ripped through an officer like butter. Flicking the chain like a whip, she managed to wrap the weapon around a poor cop, the sound of metal clanking as it swirled around his body only to tighten and rip his body in half. That was all Peter could witness before he would inevitably vomit in his own mask. He was a coward- and this time his cowardice cost the lives of three police officers. Panic took over the boy as he hid behind some ventilation, praying that she didn’t notice his presence and cursing at Tony for not being here any sooner. All his help was dead and the only two souls on that roof were him and the woman. The dreadful sound of chain dragging against concrete got closer and closer to Peter, and he knew she was out for more blood, and it was only a matter of time before she found him. In a swift attempt to find a new hiding spot, he swung to another cover. In his relocation, he saw it. The true carnage this girl had wreaked upon the men. It was horrible. He’d seen horror movies before, and if someone had told him this scene was from a slasher film, he wouldn’t even question them. He was stunned in his spot, too caught in shock to even move and as much as he desperately wanted to, he couldn’t look away. Needless to say, he caught her attention. He saw in his peripheral vision her head snap to his direction and his fight or flight instinct kicked in right then and there. His trance melted in an instant as his arm reached out to shoot a web far away from this woman. He could fight her; avenge the officers, prevent more like this from happening, but he didn’t have it in him. After seeing what she could do, he needed out, hoping that Tony would deal with her. As he swung away, he heard the chain before he felt it. It barely missed him, the radiating heat brushed against his back as he escaped their building. He kept swinging from building for building, he had no clue if she were pursuing him, but he was not taking any chances. Without looking back, he kept swinging. Swinging until he couldn’t anymore, until he knew he was far enough away. His back pressed against a wall about a few miles away from their original, panting heavily as the exhaustion from running finally caught up to him. Gripping the front of his mask, he pulled it off with a dramatic breath shaking all the sweat from off it. His head was still processing this night, frantically wrapping around everything he saw, when from the silence of the night, a light pair of boots tapped right up to him.

“Would you look at that,” a familiar feminine voice spoke after the footsteps stopped, “My eyes were right. I did find Spider-Man.” Her eyes trailed down the boy’s exposed face, “Lucky me. I’ve seemed to caught him off guard.” She kneels down to reach face to face with him. Her head was covered in some sort of sting carbon fiber, the only prominent features being the large Steampunk-like goggle connected to it and the ventilation mask where her mouth would be. A gloved hand reached up as her slender fingers delicately touched under Peter’s chin, lifting his head upwards for her to examine, “So young. So afraid,” her head tilted as she stared at him- and ever so slightly, he could see a faint image of her eyes through the dark goggles. She had dark irises- he would remember that, “You saw those people die and you ran. New York’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man ran away from people who needed him. What a hero.”

“Who are you?” He asked. He was frozen in fear, not even caring that his face was now exposed to this murderer.

“That is none of your business,” he could feel the heat of her breath through the ventilator as she spoke, “I wasn’t here for you. Or Iron Man. I have one job and that was to kill that man at the gala and take out anyone who got in my way. You should have minded your business, Peter.”

He visibly flinched at his name being said. Who was this woman? “How do you-” he started before it hit him. He knew where he recognized her voice, “You.”

“Me.” Even though he couldn’t see her face, he knew she was grinning under that mask.

“Iron man will find you. He’ll make sure those men will get justice,” he was shocked at his burst in confidence, “You’ll pay for what you did to those people.”

He could feel her smile again, “No, I don’t think so. This was a murder in a world of murderers. I’m not the villains you fight, Peter. You and Iron Man? You’re Avengers. You call yourselves crime fighters, but all you see, all you fight- are the big bad enemies. You wouldn’t be the Avengers if you spent your time running after little assassins like myself. You fight gods. That’s exactly why you will never see me again,” She pulls his chin closer to her, causing him to fall forward, catching himself with his hands, “I won’t kill you, but I’ll do you one worse. You’re going to have to live with this- these officer’s gruesome deaths, for the rest of your life. Good luck.” She let’s go of his face and disappears into the night, leaving Peter to sit in a long silence.

The worst part was that she was right. Tony never searched for her. In fact, he forbade Peter from attempting to pursue the girl, telling him that there were bigger things at stake. Screw her for being right. He never saw her again. Then, the war happened and everyone disappeared and came back- and lastly Tony’s death. Screw her for being right.

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Chapter 3 very soon.