?Better Off As Lovers? (peter parker x reader)

part 6

"If it weren't for HYDRA," I snarled, teeth clenched, "I wouldn't even have this wound. And I would rather not be like a robot and feel no emotion. Feeling pain doesn't make you any less of a warrior, or even weak. It makes you human."

I let the silence throb for a moment before speaking again, studying Deville's chilling gaze. "What you do at HYDRA? You're turning humans into robots. Into mindless killing machines. Hate to break it to you, my dude, but that's not bravery. That's cowardice."

Deville growled. "You only know what you are told. You may think you are a warrior, a hero, an Avenger. But in reality, you're an impressionable child. You think you know what's right and wrong? You think you know the world? That's only what they tell you." In a rage, he grabbed me by the collar of my suit and yanked me up to my feet, the chair suspended behind me. My wound scraped on the back of the chair, the binds digging harshly into my wrists. I resisted the urge to scream, feeling everything in my arm go numb.

"Your parents were just like you, brainwashed and weak-minded, and look what happened to them! They ended up dead because their own knowledge betrayed them. Do you really want to end up like them?"

I was too shocked to reply. His fingers were inches away from my throat, and the aggravation in his eyes told me that he could choke me if that's what it took to recruit me to HYDRA. Even if I tried to fight back, I really had no chance, being burdened by my wound and being tied to the chair, at mercy to Deville's icy hands. My head pounded, wondering what I was going to do.

Just then, one of the windows of the aircraft shattered, sending tiny shards of glass flying in the wind.

Peter swung through the window to the rescue.

"Don't talk to y/n like that," he growled. I had never heard him so angry before. His voice was low and stony and intimidating. My stomach flipped.

Deville released me to the ground like a sack of potatoes. I couldn't suppress the cry that escaped me, feeling like there were fireworks exploding throughout my body. My vision was going fuzzy and everything seemed to spin. The poison from the hydra wound was working fast and it hurt like nothing I've ever experienced before. I couldn't even find the energy to rise.

Peter threw a quick punch to Deville's face, who wasn't quick enough to dodge it, but that didn't stop him. The HYDRA leader socked him in the stomach and another time on the side of the head. Together they fought like madmen as I tried to rise. I tried not to think about the poison, or the fact that I had a possibly life-threatening wound, because I knew that that would only slow me down. I focused on my breathing, my heartbeat.

I was way to weak to shapeshift to get out of these binds, but I had no other option right now. I shut my eyes tightly and thought of something simple and small. Something easy to shift into.

My head seemed to split into two, but in a moment's notice, I was eye level with the ground, trapped in the tiny body of a thin white rat.

Guess I had it in me the whole time, the delusional-from-poison part of me joked.

Stop joking. This is serious, the rational part of me fired back.

Fortunately, my absence caught Deville's eye, giving Peter a quick advantage. While Deville was looking around, trying to figure out what happened to me, Peter caught him square in the side of the head, sending him to the ground with a thump. He lay still.

Because my new body was so small, the pain seemed to be everywhere, so constant that I could barely move. I bit the inside of my cheek, feeling the unfamiliar pang of extra-sharp teeth on flesh, and managed to change back.