Awakening - Prologue *Eventual Peter x Reader*
Waking up on a metal slab was not how I expected to wake up, especially in major pain. “Ugh, What the hell?” I groaned. I grabbed my head since it felt like it would split in two. I tried to sit up, but everything hurt so bad.
“Good, you’re up” I hear a child’s voice from behind me and I instantly sat up in panic.
She sat in the chair, fiddling her fingers and glancing up at me. Confused, I managed to turn to look at her and winced in pain. “Be careful. Your body will be stiff” She whispered, but I could barely hear her around my headache.
“Where am I? What happened?” I questioned her, and watched as she stood up and walked towards me.
“They woke you up to kill you” She tells me as she walks right up to me, “Do you remember?” She questioned. I tried to think up how I got here and realized I was kidnapped.
“Hydra. They took me when I went on…….on a school trip? I think….” I couldn’t properly put together memories. Everything was jumbled.
“It might be hard to remember” The little girl sighed and pulled on my hand so I would stand. “They shot you in the head” she explained.
I whipped my head down at her. “What?!” I exclaimed, instantly regretting it when the room spun.
“I brought you back. Its my ‘gift’.” She told me and pulled me out of the room. I stumbled into the hallway and the flashbacks hit me hard and fast.
Trying to fight them off. Getting knocked out. A van. Being chained up. It all blurred together. It felt to real and I could feel an anxiety attack brewing.
“Shut it out.” The little girl said, “They’re just memories. They can’t hurt you now.”
I tried to focus on her voice and soon the images faded. “ What the hell was that?” I asked her as she dragged me down the abandoned looking hallway.
“No time. We have to get out. Someone could still be here.” She whispered and then looked up at me. “And you’re supposed to be dead.”
I rushed with her and soon found a door. Opening revealed a forest, with dark evergreens and silence. “Where are we?” I questioned.
“I don’t know, but we need to find a way to contact your father” The little one proclaimed and started to run ahead of me. Wait, no, she was…..teleporting?
“What…..” I whispered and tried to follow her. “How do you know who my father is?”
“Everyone knows who he is” The little girl giggled, appearing beside me, scaring the everliving crap out of me. “He’s a superhero”
I tried to remember, but just shook my head. “I can’t remember him. Everything in my head is scrambled”
The little girl smiled and shivers ran up my spine. I could feel her in my mind, pulling something to the forefront.
“His name is Iron Man”