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' If the steaks are low then why does it seem I'm losing everything? '
— Anya Marina; How Far Does The Dark Go

Darkness was quick to consume the town of Queens as the sun settled behind the hills and building tops, leaving Peter with nothing but his own shadow to talk to. The traffic had come to a close and now the only light came from the street lamps, which flickered every once in a while. It had turned cold all of a sudden, and Peter's legs were falling numb from sitting for too long, that and the added exhaustion of pushing all of his might into releasing the screaming endorphins.

"Any crime tonight?" Peter asked his AI, finally standing on the edge of the building and rubbed his palms over his cold arms, the chill beginning to seep under his suit and nip his fragile skin.

"Non detected" the voice responded, emitting a sigh from Peter's lips. If he had nothing to distract himself with, he knew the night was going to be-long. His mind would fall back to everything that had happened over the course of 24 hours and he'd knowingly cry himself to sleep that night.

"Incoming call from Tony Stark, would you like me to answer?" Peter was suddenly notified, his heartbeat beginning to race at hearing the name.

"Y-Yes, yes, answer!" Peter stumbled, almost falling off the rooftop before taking a step back. The call was sent to answer and the familiar beeping noise entered Peter's ears.

"Kid, finally"

"Mr Stark, h-hey, how's it going?"

"Yeah, everything's great- uh, Happy came to pick you up but you're not your apartment?"

"O-oh, yeah, patrolling n' stuff. Wait, why?"

"We've got kind of a situation down here"

"And you need me?"

"Yeah, sure, why not so get back to your apartment"

"Y-yeah, sure, of course! On my way"

and with that, the call was cut off. Despite all that had happened, Peter still couldn't help but receive butterflies in his chest every time he would come in contact with his mentor. Despite serving and fighting a war together, and almost not making it out alive, Peter was still a nervous jittery mess, like talking to a girl for the first time... But not like that... Peter couldn't explain it.

The noise; the buzzing... It was so loud. The lights were so bright they felt like they were burning down into your skin, and yet it was so cold. The only thing you could register was how uncomfortable you were and the pain, specifically running through your eyes, wrists and right side.

One foot after the other the steps got louder and louder until they stopped, presumably right in front of you. Your body jerked as a cold flush rushed down the back of your spine, eyes shooting open to look back but you saw nothing. Nothing but grey, cement walls and your legs stretched out behind you. Your head was resting against the top half of your arm, to which your wrist was chained against up against the wall, you're other you presumed the same.

You were numb from head to toe, your fingers a blunt cold turning white from the blood running the wrong way and your head... It felt like it had been trapped in a clamp. Everything was slowly coming back to you accept the memory of your whereabouts, the only thing now worrying you was the taste of iron as you ran your tongue over your teeth, batting your sticky lips together. The substance was cold, so it must have been old and luckily nothing new had poured from whatever wound you had sustained.

Finally springing awake, you pulled your arm to lower it when the jolting of what sounded like chains slurred your attention upwards, eyes focusing on your wrist tightly bolted up against the wall. It was too high for you to sit but too low for you to stand comfortably. You jolted harshly, trying to slip your thin wrist from the lock but it was no use, and the clanking of metal against cement had apparently drawn some unwanted attention as you continued your struggle.

"Don't struggle, you'll only make it worse" a simple yet easily recognised voice rang through the shadows and you wanted to up and shoot yourself in the head.

"Where-ever I go, you always find your way to the same place, huh?" you replied, sarcasm thick in your voice as you looked around the room to find the body to the voice, all the while the struggle continued as you attempted to free your wrist from the old chain.

"I guess your right" on the left, "but at least this time" no, no, on the right, "we're alone" forward

The voice rang around the room like a bell, darting from wall to wall completely messing up your senses. You didn't know which was to turn, where to look or what to do with yourself as the air suddenly thinned out and you felt vulnerable, like your blanket of comfort had been snatched away and you were out in the open for whatever joined you in the room to pounce at any moment.

Then, as if by chance, the centre light flicked on, illuminating the entire room in a harsh white glow. It filled the walls tightly, no shadows being able to fit in the creases and there stood the blunt figure of what had come to be your worst nightmare. It was as if wherever there was a possibility of a bad scenario he was there, it was almost ironic and sickly cliche. He was like the enemy in any old comic, showing up at times so comical it wasn't even funny anymore.

"For fuck sake, can't you give a girl a break?" you groaned, watching as he stood with a proud smirk on his face like he had finally got you where he wanted you.

"Quite the chatterbox today, aren't you?" Kyle scoffed, untucking his hands from his dress pant pockets and sauntering over to you, entering your personal space as he crouched. His fingers were rough and damaged, nothing like Peter's as they touched the underside of your jaw. You snatched your head away as far as you could, despite knowing there was nowhere you could run this time. No hero to come and sweep you off your feet every time you got yourself into this mess.

"No need to be scared, you're perfectly fine here"

"First of all, it's gonna take a lot more than you of all people to shake me, and second of all - fine? What kind of Jigsaw bullshit is this, I'm tied to a fucking wall! What you gonna bring Billy the puppet out on his little trike any second asking if I wanna play a game?"

Kyle laughed at your sarcasm, finding it rather amusing.

"We'll see who's the scared one when we really get started, sunshine. This game hasn't even begun" he snarled, gripping your chin for you to face him so he could read those crystal eyes clearly. Despite being your sworn enemy, Kyle could read you like a book. After all, you were in a 'relationship' for almost a year. No matter what happened he knew how you were really feeling on the inside, he knew when you were scared because he'd read the novel of your body over and over until the words bled in his mind. He knew you better than Peter ever could...

You sat still as his grip on your chin loosened and upon finally letting go you got the chance to stretch your mouth a little, feeling the tension building in your cheeks. The door which appeared to be facing you head-on at the back of the room swung open and Kyle moved from your view. A man to which you didn't recognise entered, pushing a trolly with an old school projector sitting on the top shelf.

"Oh you're kidding me," you scoffed with a confident smile, trying to hide the fact that on the inside you were screaming, "what we're making a movie now?"

"Something like that" he replied, unhooking your hands from the chains and letting your arms drop. Before you could make an attempt to reach your feet, you were being yanked upwards by your bruised arms, shoes scraping against the hard flooring as you were pulled to stand alongside Kyle in front of the camera. "Remember to smile, Peter did always like the glow in your cheeks when you did that, didn't he?"

"Since when was Peter being brought into this?" you quizzed, looking up to him but he wasn't paying attention. Instead, he nodded forward, to which you guessed you were now being recorded. The grip on your arm tightened and your attention was set forward to stare at the camera, the man behind the screen watching your every move.

"Peter, I hope you're there," he began, your mind beginning to swell with questions, "it appears we have something that's yours. Now, I'll get straight to the point, you give me what I'm looking for and you can have her back"

"Peter don't listen to him, I'm fine-" your sentence was quickly cut short as Kyle shifted, lifting your chin as a sharp, serrated edge pressed against your throat.

"Here's where it gets interesting though" Kyle looked down at you, his fingers brushing the loose strands of hair away from your ear, watching your perfect chest rise and fall to the sudden change in your breathing. "You have twenty-four hours to deliver Tony Stark to me, or your little sunshine here will be burnt out. You have until midnight tomorrow night, we'll meet you at the clocktower" and with that, the camera was resined and shut down, the blade being moved from your skin as a hand pushed the small of your back, sending you forward and down onto your knees.

The message was quick and clear, but apparently, there was another meaning behind it.

"Who's he gonna choose?" you were asked, body being dragged back to the wall where you were settled back into the rusty chains, sure enough now cutting into your skin, "you, or his mentor?"

"It doesn't matter who he chooses, your not smart enough to get away with it" you shrugged, your calmness to the situation starting to chew on Kyle's last nerve, "I mean, c' mon"

"If I'm so dumb then how do I know he's Spider-Man? He's been working for Tony Stark on an internship since he was fifteen years old, he got carbon-dated at sixteen and became one of the 'team' only when his life was put at risk. His weakness is his father figure because it's the only one he has left. So, which one's he gonna choose, hm? You, someone he could forget in a heartbeat and may already have, or his mentor. A hero, a saviour, a burden to the city in which no one can replace? You can be replaced, Y/N"

"Jesus, if your not a psychopath I don't know what is"

"Answer my question, I wanna hear you say it" he leaned down, quick enough to make you flinch, hand pressing into the bottom of your throat.

What did he want from you so badly? Your ordinary life had been turned upside down at the cause of you following your heart and this is what you got in return? Trapped and being prosecuted at the hands of another boy? You were still questioning how Peter even came into this situation, and why did you? This was clearly something that had twisted Kyle to his end and you were the obvious blame, but why? What did you do that was so wrong?

"Like I said," you swallowed, trying to stay as far back against the wall as possible, "it doesn't matter. Peter will choose who he needs to and so be it if it's not me. I'm just dead weight on his shoulder's anyway. I'm not so sure about me but you have every right to shit yourself, you really think you can take down Tony Stark?"

"Maybe not me, but I know someone who can?"

"Who, your shadow? Please, Kyle your really not impr-"

"Ladies, you're both pretty can we move on now?" yet another voice entered the room.

"Y' know I'm really getting sick of being interrupted" you groaned, looking over to Harry who was adjusting his cuffs, "and for the record, if you think Kyle's got an ounce of 'pretty' in him you need to go back on your OU prescription"

"Yeah, you've got a point" the brunette smirked, moving his acquaintance away so he could get a better look at you.

"Did you do it?" He asked, keeping his eyes on you as he tilted your head from side to side. You knew that somewhere within Harry there was a sain part, the Harry you knew and loved and had loved since first grade. You knew your best friend was hiding behind those shallow eyes somewhere.

"The video's been saved and shipped off to the transcriptor in Y/N's apartment"

"YOUR BROKE INTO MY APART-"

"Ssh, ssh" Harry cuffed your mouth with his hand, muffling your words of protest, "please, like it's even remotely difficult to break in to" he tilted his head, pulling his hand away as you quietened down.

"Fine, you may have a point" you sighed shaking your head.

"Go and make sure the message was sent to the compound, too" Harry instructed, moving your head to the side to trace his fingers down your neck. Kyle nodded, moving away after glaring at you, his eyes sharp. There was seriously something wrong with that kid.

To the sound of the door closing, Harry pulled his hand away to cup your cheek, your face finally relaxing.

"Why are you doing this?" you asked gently, the space between you mutual and talking as if you were friends again.

"It's a long story, you wouldn't understand" he continued talking as if not to be paying attention, eyes continuing to scan over your body like he was looking for something.

"Don't you think I have the right to know? You went from being the high school heartthrob to... I don't know, an evil mastermind in a split second" you furrowed your brow, trying to shake his hand off your skin. He had to know you were serious.

"I'll take that as a compliment" he chuckled.

"Harry this isn't funny, your scaring me-"

"Good!" Harry snapped, moving back up to stand, "at least now we're getting somewhere. Now, you should get some sleep, we have a big day tomorrow-"

"Harry don't do this"

"Ssh, close your eyes,"

"Harry, I'm not kidding!"

"Sleep"

"HARRY DON'T YOU DARE CLOSE THAT DOOR!"

"See you tomorrow, sunshine"

"HARRY!"

Your yells were muffled by the steel door as it closed, accompanied by the sound of your body thrashing against the wall in an attempt to release yourself from the metal chains. You were alone... Again, in the darkness, surrounded by concrete walls. When did the room get so small? When did everything start shifting? The walls... They were moving. You didn't know whether it was your mind but when did everything get so tight? When did your heartbeat speed up? When did it become hard to breathe? When did you start crying? When... When did you start wishing Peter would just come in and save you?

When did you start realising it was becoming hard to live without him?...

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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh is all I can say I don't even know what to say about these next few chapters

Ya'll are gonna hate me 😂💞

*sips fanta*