Not So Gentle 1/4 - Peter Parker Drabble
Prompt: Reader has been kidnapped only to find out her long time best friend is apart of this scheme, she faces a whole new side of Peter.
Warnings: Mentions of blood, reader injured, torture, kidnapping, and violence.
Word Count: 886
Pairing: Peter Parker x Injured!Reader
A/N: Since you guys seemed to like the idea very much I decided to act upon it :) hope you like it, tell me what you thought.
“Oh good, your awake.” He flipped on the switch. The blinding lights causing you to avert your gaze to the ground. If the lights weren’t enough to hurt you, then the tightness of the ropes seemed to do just enough. You weren’t aware of how long you’ve been held captive down here. It could have been for days. It could have been weeks, even months. You just wished you could be released from all this torture.
“It sure makes things a whole lot easier with you being conscious.“ Peter walked up to you and crouched down in front of your figure.
“Go. To. Hell.” You weakly let out.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you wanna take that back sweetheart.” He cocked an eyebrow at you while twiddling the knife in his hands. You shut your mouth. “That’s what I thought.” Peter raised the knife hovering it on top of your forearm.
“Why are you doing this?” You whispered. Tears reaching the brim of your eyes. Peter watched you intently.
“Just be glad it’s me doing this to you, cause unlike the rest of them.” He pointed to the closed door. “They’re not so gentle.” His brown eyes stared back into your own.
You let out a painful cry as he ran the knife deep into your arm, blood dripping out and onto the floor. In some ways your torture could have been a lot worse, they could have electrocuted you, beat you to a pulp, stabbed you till you bled out, or even starved you. Although for some reason Peter didn’t seem to go the extra mile. If anything, your punishment wasn’t even close to being that. Peter didn’t hurt you as badly as the rest of them would, but he still left a mark behind.
He stopped running the knife through your flesh dropping the knife, and got up to get some bandages from one of the cabinets. “That wasn’t so bad now was it?” He got down in front of you again taking your arm delicately into his own to stop the bleeding.
“If you’re gonna kill me, just do it all ready!” You cried out. He gazed up at you.
“Please…I c-can’t take it anymore!” Peter stopped what he was doing and brought a hand up to your face. You flinched thinking he was going to slap you, but instead he wiped away a tear that rolled down your cheek.
“Now why on earth would I do that?” He tucked a fallen strand of hair behind your ear.
“Because I’m useless to you guys, I can’t give you the information you want.” You whispered.
“I don’t think we’d kill you, you’re more useful to us than you know.”
“You mean as leverage…” You rasped out. Your throat was so sore from all the yelling, and being dehydrated didn’t help either.
“Listen Y/N we’re not the bad guys.”
“Says the one who tortures an innocent being.“ You scoffed.
“Well what else are we supposed to do to you?” He rhetorically said.
“Let me go perhaps.” You shrugged.
“When all this is over.” Peter nodded. He was about to say something. but someone else cut him off.
“Times up Parker.” A bulky guy wearing all black and had a scruffy beard stood at the door. You’ve seen him a couple times, he only came to notify Peter that his task was done for the day.
“Alright.” He fully stood up looking down at you, “See you tomorrow princess,” He turned on his foot and walked to the door. He looked back at you and pulled the lever down to turn the lights off. The room now pitch black. When the lights would go off you usually found yourself drifting back into a deep slumber waiting for the next dreadful day to arrive, just so it could be over soon.
The next day you woke up to shouting and yelling. You wanted to know what was happening, but when the lights were switched back on you really wished you hadn’t. Two men barged in pulling Peter in by his collar. They pushed him in front of you where you got a better look at his bruised eye and cut lip. Your breath hitched in your throat.
“P-Peter.” You let out shakily. You glanced back and forth between the two men and Peter who seemed to be avoiding your gaze.
“Well go on Peter show the boss that your not going soft!” Peter clenched his jaw and his fist.
“P-Peter?” You were terrified of what he was going to do. He showed his right arm which was hidden behind him. You looked at him with fear written all over your features. A very much bigger, sharper knife then what he usually had was in his hand. You shed a tear.
“Just do it already.” You whimpered. You couldn’t do anything about it, but to encourage him to get it over with.
He walked up to you, “I’m sorry Y/N,” He whispered to you. Peter plunged the knife in your abdomen. You gasped. Your mouth wide agape. You looked up at him in shock. His face showing no emotion.