Web Head 6
Web head 6
“Hello y/n y/l/n, my name is none of your concern, all you need to worry about is your pretty little friend here” he walks around my body so he is stood in the space between me and Tess, blocking my view of her. next to him stands a table full of tools. knifes, hammers and plyers it’s funny really how such a feared organisation don’t seem to have the time of day to clean any of their cherished torture appliances.
I take in his face. I scan every feature that vile man has, I subconsciously vow to remember his face for as long as it takes to take him down. He grabs my chin, making me look into his eyes, has hands are rough and cold. The leather of his fingerless gloves graze my skin. He grins a toothy grin alike to one of a psychopath who knows they will always get away with their crime. “So tell me Y/N. How did you come to possess these powers?” He grunts out commanding an answer to his query. Snickering I shrug, the fabric of my suit pushing against the freezing temperature of the leather straps holding me into the chair. “Nice to see you find this humorous Spider-Ma..woman” he spits out, deciding to try hit a nerve by changing his statement as it neared the end as he resorted to being like every other ignorant person in New York. It doesn’t phase me the slightest bit though.
Seeing my stubbornness to comply to his demands he walks over to the rusted table, he slithers his fingers over every tool and trinket on the table before swiftly picking up a switchblade knife, not as intimidating as a machete or a sledge hammer. But small enough to make a nasty wound if used in the right way. He strides over to me taking bigger steps than he did before his head hangs higher a sense of power reeking off of him. He is in the zone. This must be his specialty.
Pointing the tip of the newly shined blade to my chin he quickly swipes it up nicking my jawline, blood drips down onto my new suit. “Now let me repeat my question. How did you get your powers?” He says a little louder than he previously had, urgency fills his voice. I smile, leaning as much forward as I can with being held to the chair. “I. Don’t. Know” I say nonchalantly before smirking. To this he grunts pulling the knife to my cheek where a scar from my childhood litters, he follows the stitching and runs the knife down it breaking the skin making me hold back a groan. It hurt like a bitch but I won’t let him see my pain I can’t let Tessa down like that. I promised her I would stay strong. If not for her safety for Emily and Kate’s. Snapping me out of my thoughts I feel the cold blade run across my forehead but I don’t break.
The torture goes on for what seems like hours he chooses a variety of different methods and not the ones you would see in those old crappy American gangsta films. He uses tools like hammers to break my cheek bone and nose, the blood has stained my suit far from fixing by now. He uses a stun gun to shock me multiple times. He goes on to heat up a branding iron and burning it into my flesh on my collar bone where he previously cut, this melts the slashed flesh back together while simultaneously making bruises and more cuts. After all of the torture he decides that I need a little motivation to help me confess how I gained the powers. He turns back to the table as I mentally prepare for another round of whatever methods he fancies next, however he picks up a book and turns to Tessa as he slowly walks back over. He says some words in Russian which in turn brings Tessa back, she screams “STOP IT IM NOT GOING TO TELL YOU ANYTHI..” before she looks over and meets my eyes. “Oh my god milo” she whispers “Tessa it’s okay I’m going to get you out of here trust me okay?” I say in a quiet tone trying to calm her nerves I know damn well she has right now.
“Right now little miss Tessa has woken up we can continue yes?” Rumlow asks in a sinister tone while walking back to the table placing the book in its original place and grabbing the same knife he first used on me. I pray he walks back to me but he doesn’t he walks over to Tessa placing the knife to her cheek.
“STOP ILL TELL YOU ANYTHING” I scream not willing to see the girl I’ve known my whole life suffer like this even if it kills me. To this he slowly turns back to me “about time” he sighs letting out a breath, he nods his head to another one of the agents, who then comes and undoes Tessa’s restraints. “Wait. You’re taking her home right? It’s either I know she is safe or you’re not getting anything from me” I speak before she is taken out of the room. Rumlow audibly sighs and gives the other agent a phone and pulls out his own before the man takes Tessa.
Both me and Rumlow watch the feed through the phone, about ten minutes later Tessa is safe at home. And the phone is taken from me. “Now tell me” he demands. I give in from exhaustion and tell him everything from going to Oscorp to Bucky stalking me. He seems satisfied as he unlocks my cuffs. He leaves the room and locks the metal door. I stand up and look down at my one green and black suit now red and black. Tony’s going to hate me so much.
I make quick work of grabbing the blood stained switchblade knife and waiting for the door to eventually open, they can’t leave me in here forever. Right.
A loud alarm and red flashing lights startle me “HEADQUARTERS BREACHED” the alarm repeatedly states. Great that’s just amazing. I stay still as the alarm continues to go off, I hear more commotion outside of the room. The door then opens and in walks a purple figure I take action and pin them to the wall behind them and hold the knife to their neck, the next thing I see is long raven hair and a purple zip up training jacket. Shit Kate. I instantly let go and stumble back. I’ve just held my longtime crush/ new coworker at knife point. She looks down at me, taking my appearance in for a few seconds before closing the door and running toward me, kneeling down and hugging me. Well that want what I was expecting but I wrap my arms around her waist, after what seems like forever she brings her hand up to her ear clicking her coms and speaking “found y/n guys, clear out anyone else in this vicinity so we can get him out of here” she demands whoever else she is speaking to from the team. I look at her in shock as she lifts her hand to wipe blood from my eye, I flinch a little and she whispers “what did they do to you?” My eyes start to close a little and she comes behind me, lifting my body back onto the chair and telling me to rest.
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My eyes slowly flutter open the bright lights blinding and a headache incoming quickly. I turn over like any other time I’ve woken up from a shitty dream but I sense that this isn’t my bed. Or Emily’s or Tessa’s not even Kate’s. Where am I? I open my eyes and look up to see Kate and Tessa sat in the room, I take in my surroundings seeing I’m in hospital. Nope not today. I quickly go to stand up but Kate is quicker to hold me down. “Y/n you have to rest cmon you’ll be okay I’m here. So is Tessa” she says in a comforting tone which calms me a little.
They both explain what happened and that Bruce said I have a minor concussion but the memory of what happened will come back sooner than we all think and that I just need to rest. They also explain that Tessa was unharmed and got out with only a few bad cuts on her legs and arms that have been taken care of. We end up putting one of Tessa’s super hero movies on and I end up falling asleep in between both of the girls.
More Posts from Ashecampos and Others
ANYONE BUT HER MASTERLIST
PART ONE
-strangers to friends?
PART TWO
-so we meet again
PART THREE
-meet Tessa
PART FOUR
-tell her
PART FIVE
-tutor
PART SIX
-we won
PART SEVEN
-set up
PART EIGHT
-the end
TALES OF TESSA
Spin off series // collab with @bookaddict05 who is writing parts of ‘anyone but her’ in Tessa’s POV
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CHAPTER ONE
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Head cannons WIP <3
RISE OF THE PINK LADIES EPISODE 10 SPOILERS
my thoughts on the ‘coming out’ scene
I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THEY WROTE ON THAT GODDAMN PIECE OF PAPER but I’m hoping it went something like this ;
Cynthia : I have a crush on / kissed Lydia
Nancy : rate the kiss 1/10 ?
BECAUSE LIKE CMON ITS SUPPORTIVE BUT FUNNY and it’s just Nancy.
And while we are on the topic of our queen let me just bring up one thing
ICONIC …
Incorrect quote -
*talking about Wednesday*
Y/n - “she needed more than me”
Ajax - “but your friendly”
Enid - “and thoughtful”
Yoko - “and quite awfully pretty”
Y/n - “but she needed more than me”
COPING MECHANISMS
part two of ‘tears over beers'
you put too much effort into relationships and the girl you genuinely had feelings for broke your heart, even now after knowing about what she done, your friends still choose her over you.because of this you relapsed and lost yourself again.until one night three women find you in the woods about to take your life.
TRIGGER WARNING
self harm, suicide attempt, alcoholism, drug use, swearing, past relationship trauma, eating disorder, body dysphoria. (totally not writing just to vent..yes that's exactly what im doing)
Y/N’s pov <3
the next thing I know I am being gently rocked by an avenger.. a fucking avenger. I look up at her as the other two women stand up, brushing the mud off their clothing, and much to my dismay my headphones are took off of my ears and put around my neck, the music still blaring through.
The blonde one who I am assuming by the space cadet uniform is captain marvel states that she is going to make a phone call, the brunette haired girl, the red haired woman, the black widow nods at her colleague to do so as she looks down at me with pity. As Wanda Maximoff sits with her arms around me in a comforting manner as she holds a piece of cloth on my bloody arm.
“how did this happen, did someone attack you?” The former black widow questioned bluntly.
“Natasha stop.” Wanda says from behind me, her breath cold against my warm neck. the widows face stays the same blank stare as her gaze is glued to my arm.
the leaves from the autumn ground crunch as carol walks back over to us “Pietro said to take her back to the safe house” my eyes widen as I start to panic about being taken away for what I’ve done to myself, Wanda is a mind reader, by now she definitely knows I done this to myself. Natasha starts to grab all my stuff, throwing it into my backpack as Wanda helps me off the dusty floor.
“Can you do me a favour and hold this cloth to your arm, just until we get to the safe house so I can properly clean it?” Wanda asks with a sad smile “and while I clean it we can talk about it yes?” I silently nod, secretly knowing I will not be telling her anything.
“Cmon Wanda, stop wasting time” Natasha says as she grabs me by the shoulder and shoves me forward to walk. To this I try to run for it, at the same time, Wanda having already read my thoughts lifted one hand in the air and with red wisps of magic she whispers a meek “sorry detka” before putting me to sleep
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my body shoots up from its sleeping state, I run my hands up and down my face in attempt to make sense of what happened. Upon removing my hands from my face I am faced with a new surrounding. A one I’ve never seen before. This makes me panic, I shoot out of the bed only to notice I’m not in my own clothing, I now sport a beige shirt and grey joggers bottoms. I walk out of the room to see a living room, the blonde and the redhead from earlier are playing some bored game on the table whilst a blonde haired man is sat on the sofa playing over watch on the Xbox, the first person to notice my presence is Wanda who walks over with a bottle of water, extending her arm out for me to take said water, I take it and thank her by nodding my head. “Where are we?” I say, voice groggy from whatever spell Wanda cast upon me, “come on, let’s go sit down and I’ll explain it to you love” Wanda states calmly as she guides me back to the room I woke up in. Upon sitting on the bed with Wanda I feel myself calm down. “oh shoot, wait here I forgot something” she says with a little bit of a sad smile as she runs out of the room, returning seconds later with a first aid box. She sits on the bed, throwing the box in between the both of us, she then opens it, grabbing the bandage “can I have your arm please” she says calmly. I slowly put my arm out for her to grab, she grabs a sterile wipe before gently patting the blood off my arm, whispering soft nothings into my ear as i whimper and whine about the pain, she eventually stops and water is now pouring from my eyes, she wipes the tears from my cheeks with her thumb “we’re nearly done now” she then grabs the bandage she got out before, she throws out the packaging and wraps my arm.
after being bandaged up and being allowed permission to go outside by carol, I sit on the balcony of the fancy safe house, I pull out a box of cigarettes, lighting them, taking a lot of draws from the tiny ‘cancer stick’ as my best friend would call it. I think back to days before. Me and my new friend group smoking in the smoking shelters of college, them comforting me silently as they continue to have their normal conversations while I tag along. Being broken out of my thoughts I feel a presence behind me “those will kill you” she says “so?” I blankly state back to her, not moving to look at her, she sits next to me. “I’m Carol” she states “I know the space cadet, yes?” I say with a hint of sarcasm in my voice, to this she laughs. Me and Carol sit on the balcony for a few hours, she seems cool but that doesn’t mean my walls will go down for her. Or anyone.
Hiiiiii guys, this is a part two,, suggested by @natashaswife4125 thankyou for asking for another part,, I hope this is good <3
please send me some requests over I beg of y’all, im dying here
Inbox ideas 🙏🏽
INCORRECT QUOTES
*Wednesday talking to her partner (reader) who suffers from suicidal thoughts/tendencies*
W : “question. would you die for me?”
Y/N : “yes”
W : “that’s too easy…would you…would you live for me? Hm?”
HIIIIIIIIII <3
HEYYYYYY ⁉️
I know I don’t have a large following. I know this post will get lost in the sea of other posts. I know I don’t come on here often, and when I do I try to keep my page free from death and other serious topics. Yet, I think this is imperative to say, especially since I myself am of indigenous descent. I ask all of you to join me in solidarity.
Cole Brings Plenty, actor, model, and most importantly activist was found dead. He was assaulted in a club in Lawrence, Kansas. He was killed and his braids; a symbol of his heritage, of his Lakota decent, and a sacred symbol across many an indigenous nation, were forcibly cut.
I beg of thee and I plead with thee, spread the word. Do your part, however big or little, to bring light to this situation. Whether it be by reblogging this post or others alike, or by going out and making a stand. Do it.
Shed light on the situation. This goes beyond the death of one man. It is about the abuse and the destruction of natives and their communities. Of the killing of many an innocent soul. Of the brutalization of many First Nations.
We have seen time and time again, many indigenous people die by similar means. We need to bring light on the deaths of any and all indigenous individuals dead, missing or at risk. It is an epidemic, an assault, and a silent cleansing of many a nation.
Whether it be the estimated 6,000 dead at the hands of Canadian residential schools, the murdered and missing indigenous women and children, or the killing of an actor and activist, you cannot deny the sheer abhorrence of this problem. The problem of many Native American people dying, going missing and being abused, at an alarming rate. At a level unprecedented and unparalleled, at a level of which should not be kept silent.
Cole Brings Plenty, actor, model, activist.
Look at him and spread awareness for him and for many others befallen by the same fate.
Remember him. Remember all of the others. Let nobody else befall the same fate again.
Im not even gonna send this anonymously cause u know by now but DONT IGNORE ME U BITCH OKAY?!
LOVE U POOKS
Side eying these knowing exactly who they are from ;) IM WORKING ON IT GIRL (txt me which one of your men you want me to write them for 😭)
@bookaddict05
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