Peter Parker: A Narrative Fiction

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You’d think a cell in the Stark Tower would be fancy, or you know, at least have a window or two. Well, you would be wrong, very wrong. The floors are concrete, cool to the touch and made to make you feel trapped and powerless. The bed wasn’t even technically a bed, it was a few sheets on the ground that you either, one: slept under or two: slept on. And both ways were mildly uncomfortable.

Wade hadn’t been here long, maybe a week or two at most, but he could already tell you that he was sick of it. He missed his ratty old couch and bullet hole damaged windows and the smell of rotting Mexican food that never seemed to go away no matter how much febreze was used. Tony barely fed him anything good, either, so it made his “visit” that much worse. …show more content…

Instead of a ray of sunshine surrounding him, it was like several storm clouds had found their homes above his head and were constantly shitting on his mood. Or maybe that was just Whitey and Yellow. Either way, Wade was begging for help. Practically down on his knees, his eyes wet and hollow.

Peter Parker.
That was Wade’s next target. He wasn’t sure what “Peter” had done exactly, all he was told was that he was “causing trouble in Queens and Manhattan” and ‘needed’ to die, but what he did know was that he was being paid several million dollars for his capture, torture, and murder all on camera. And who was Wade to turn down the offer?

It started out with stalking. Finding where he lived, went to school, all the way down to which bus he took and how long it took him to brush his teeth in the morning (7 minutes and 2 seconds). The only thing he failed to figure out was that Peter was, in fact, the Amazing …show more content…

His plan was only 3 steps: kidnapping, torture, and murder. The kidnapping was supposedly the hardest part, and fuck hard doesn’t even begin to describe it. The boy had amazing reflexes along with incredible strength despite his scrawny frame. It was, well, shocking to say the least. The boy had practically thrown Wade into a wall the first time he tried to kidnap him, almost breaking his teeth in the process. Thankfully, Wade had gotten away before any more damage was done.

The door opened, a loud creak emitting in the small, claustrophobic room, and in the doorway stood a sorrow looking Steve. He stepped inside, his boots barely making a noise, and let the door slam shut behind him. Wade curled in further on himself upon the captain’s arrival, his exposed head burrowed in between knees and his mask lying on the floor in pieces next to him.

“Hey,” Steve whispered, fearful of talking any louder as if being too vociferous would scare the already shaking man. Wade flinched away anyway, one of his hands blindly reaching for his destroyed mask to hide his face when he looked up, but released a quiet sigh when he felt the mesh and leather in pieces, remembering that he had tore it in a fit of

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