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Far From Home ( Peter Parker x Reader )
New York was loud, almost too loud. No matter where you went, there always was those honking horns and people talking. Did they know how to be quiet? You doubted it as you walked down the busy street. Shoulders were bumping and glares were being shot in your direction, you hated this city. It was nothing like where you were before. Silence had been your companion for so long and yet you were quickly taken from that. You had no clue where you were exactly, or more importantly, how you got here. When you fell asleep that night, you were in an entirely different country.
Biting your lip, you continued to walk down the street with your hood pulled up. A torn hoodie, dirty jeans, and hiking boots that had seen better days were all you had on you. No money, no communication, nothing. You were dropped down in the big apple with nothing. You were terrified but you needed to keep it hidden. You had to stay safe, you needed to stay alive. That thought was all you had, was all you were taught. It was the only thing that mattered in this life, not what was right or wrong.
Slinking around unseen was harder done than said with how many people were around. There was no way you could go without anyone seeing you so you decided to try to blend in with the large crowds. That ended up being just as hard due to your appearance. You must look like you were homeless. Many people winced in disgust as they saw you while others just completely avoided you. How long had it been since you had seen your reflection? Did you really look that bad? A frown tugged at your lips but you pushed it away. You had no right to feel bad about yourself. You deserved this.
"Hey, watch where you're going, freak!" A large man yelled as you stumbled away after hitting his shoulder. All you could do was shot an angry glare in his direction before continuing forward. Where were you going? What should you do? You had never had this much freedom, you always were told what to do and if you didn't listen, you were punished. A shiver ran down your spine at the thought of being punished for this.
You needed some time to think, you needed everything to stop talking! Everything was too loud and too bright. Your chest was tightening as panic swirled in your brain. You had only woken up thirty minutes ago in this town and your adrenaline was starting to wear off. You hated to admit it, but you were becoming afraid! You weren't supposed to be afraid of anything! With a quick turn, you slinked into an alleyway in hopes of some sort of piece. It was disgusting but it was quieter, if only by a little bit.
Wet droplets fell to your cheeks but you refused to acknowledge them. You didn't cry, they had broken that out of you when you were four. Anytime you would cry, a sharp zap would be shot through you. That fear of punishment filled you but you knew no one was around to do it. You were alone and even though you hated your home, it was better than this. You were lost and scared and-
Just as you brushed a hard hand against your cheek to get rid of the tears, a voice cut out causing you to turn with wide eyes. A boy stood there, looking around your age with a casual hoodie on. Words were written on the fabric but you had no clue what they said. To you, it was a jumbled mess of lines. He looked, normal, and yet you knew he was an enemy.
"Hey, are you alright? Do you need some help?" He looked worried, he truly did but you knew he only wanted to use you. Everyone did, that was what they told you. That was why they had to keep you locked away, that was why they protected you. They only hurt you because they loved you.
"уходи!" (Get Away!) You yelled out, instincts taking over. Without meaning to, you teleported back to stand on top of the dumpster which was shut, trying to put distance between you and the boy staring with confusion. This only added to it as he moved closer to you. You had powers, you had just teleported for God's sake! Peter hadn't really met anyone else with powers, other than those part of the Avengers. Were you a part of it and he didn't know?
"Hey, do you speak English? I can help you, I promise." As he moved closer, it only back you scramble back. You were acting like a hurt animal, trying to get away with snarling teeth. Yet, he didn't think you were a threat. Your cheekbones were sunken in with how underfed you were and your face was still glistening from your tears. You were not a threat to him.
"Я сделаю тебе больно! Hyrda ищет меня! Они тебе больно!" (I will hurt you! Hydra is looking for me! They will hurt you!)
"What? Hydra?" Peter couldn't understand a word you said but Hydra. His mind was running wild with what he should do. He never really had to deal with someone talking a different language to him. The closest he had gotten to that was Spanish but at least he knew some words. This was all new. All he knew was that he had to help you, especially because you were scared.
"Hydra!" You repeated, nodding your head. You couldn't understand what he was saying, you knew it was English though. Did he know about them? Maybe he was a part of them! Was this a test?
"Do you need help?" As he asked the question, he was just met with a blank stare of confusion. Right, you couldn't understand him...He knew that he couldn't just leave you here but what he was supposed to do, he hadn't a clue. This wasn't what he was trained to do. He was supposed to fight bad guys, not trying to communicate without either of you sharing a language.
"O-Okay, yeah! Just stay right there!" He motioned for you to stay put, hoping it would be enough for you to understand before he quickly pulled out his phone and made a call. When he didn't know what to do, there was always someone he would ask. This definitely was a situation where he should ask people above him what to do. He was still learning after all.
After a very confusing conversation, he extended his hand out to you slowly. Your eyes kept flickering from his face to his hand and then back again. He felt a twinge in his heart at the fear he saw there. What had you been through? You weren't a normal teen, he could tell that. You didn't just go to high school and have a normal life. How could you when it seemed like you were affiliated with Hydra?
"Come with me, I'll take you somewhere safe. Hydra people." It took a bit of hand movement and body language until you finally took his hand. It was only now that Peter noticed how beat up you were. He simply thought that you were dirty but with closer inspect, he saw you were littered with cut, burn, and shock marks...What had you been through?
-*-
Everything was terrifying and too bright. The lights were shining down in a fluorescent glow, most of the room filled with white furniture. It looked too much like a hospital for you to relax. They had made you sit on a couch but you couldn't keep from bouncing your leg in fear. You were ready to use your quirk to blink away at any moment if things got too extreme or dangerous. Your one talent was that you were always able to get out of trouble with your powers. That was what they said, you would be good at helping them retrieve items.
The boy that had brought you here was sitting beside you on the opposite side of the couch, trying to give you as much space as possible. There were other people in the room now, a man with a black beard and a woman with orange hair. Both had powerful auras around them, unlike the boy. He felt kind, safe, while these two seemed like enemies. You couldn't help but shrink into your self a bit more as they walked in.
"So, Peter says that he just found he while he was walking," Tony explained as he and Natasha walked into the room. His eyes looked over you, a mixture of disgust and worry on his face, "Says the girl just kept saying Hydra. I figured out that she was speaking Russian and that is where you come in. We need you to talk to her and figure out what is going on."
"And why is she important? If she is just another member of Hydra, we should just lock her up." The woman spoke with authority, you could tell that even though you couldn't understand the words. Whatever she said must not have been good with the fear that crossed the boy's face. He was a good way to tell what was going on, his face told you everything.
"She has powers. She isn't just some agent that they used. We can get information out of her and we can lock her up after talking if we need to." Natasha nodded at Tony's words and changed her attention to you. She sat down in the chair across from the couch, leaning forward so her hands were on her knees. Her eyes were sharp, like shards of glass ready to cut you. She wasn't trying to make you feel safe, that much was clear. She was an agent at heart, even if she was dealing with a teenager.
"Who are you?"
You were taken aback when she spoke in clear Russian. It was nice that you were able to finally understand someone, even if it was someone as threatening as her. It took some of the fear away now that you would be able to explain everything and not deal with everything so blindly.
"Anna." Fake names were always used when you were being interrogated. You had only ever had to do this through training but now seemed like the right time to try it. You still weren't sure if these people could be trusted. What if they wanted to hurt you? Hydra had taught you to keep your mouth shut and keep from revealing any information to the enemy. But, how would you know if these people were safe? How would you know if they could help?
"Why are you here?"
"I just woke up in an abandoned building. I don't know why I'm here. The last thing I remember was falling asleep back at home. Then I wake up and I'm here. Is this a Hydra training situation? I don't understand."
"Right, and you think we should believe you aren't a spy? We have had a bad track record with Hydra. Why should we trust you?" Your eyes widened at her words, but you knew she was right. These people were enemies of Hydra, did that mean they were enemies of you? You were part of Hydra but you hadn't been out of the compound ever. You were just left to be tested on for years. But it was all you had. It may not be a good home but it was a safe one. They would protect you.
"Let me go, I don't want to be here. I need to go, they are looking for me."
"" (How do you know that? They would have been there with you if they were here. You are alone. Now, I think it would be good for both of us if you just answered my questions. Why are you a part of Hydra? Why should we not kill you right here and now?"
Tension quickly filled the room, both Tony and Peter watching as Natasha spoke to you. It was obvious that she was trying to intimidate you. They didn't even need to understand her words to get that. If they did, they may have not agreed with how she was talking to you. As soon as she raised her voice, your body began to act on its own. You only knew you needed to get away from her, she was dangerous. In a split second, you were gone, reappearing perched on top of a large bookshelf, pushing your self as close as you could to be out of their sight.
The three of them turned to look at you, two of them shocked at the new power they witnessed. You had learned how to balance on almost anything because of your power. It was a good thing to learn when you could teleport anywhere that you could see. It was best to be able to get into a weird spot to lower the chances of people getting to you. You knew you weren't strong, someone could easily fight you. You had to learn how to keep yourself safe in different ways than getting into a fistfight.
"H-Hey!" Peter stuttered, eyes widening as the situation grew worse. What had Natasha said to make you react this way?
"YA znal, chto ty plokhoy!" (I knew you were bad!)
As everyone around you erupted into chaos, the door opened up for two more figures to walk in. One was blonde, no one you had ever seen before. He was strong, a soldier. He looked like a perfect agent who was built to be as efficient as possible. He was unlike the others who were in the room before; he was a threat to you just by his size. Perhaps it was just your instincts deep within you, but seeing him made your heart clench. Everyone in this room could be a threat and yet your mind decided he was the biggest one.
What really made your stomach flip was who came in next. The brown hair that hung loosely down by his shoulders was enough for you to be able to recognize him. No face, no metal arm, all you had to see was the hair to know. Many nights you had stared up gripped onto those curls as the nightmares ripped through you. How long had he been gone? You couldn't remember anymore, it all was a blur. Time was never important for you, it wasn't something that was easy to track. It wasn't like you were given a clock. You either were asleep or not, that was it.
"Get down, stop making this so hard!" Tony grumbled, obviously unsure and angry at the situation.
"What the hell?" Steve quickly looked around, trying to asses the situation.
With only a gust of wind left behind, you quickly appeared behind Bucky. Again, all the eyes searched for your missing figure, each confused pair ending up on just a hint of your hair behind the large man. The only one who truly could see your face was Bucky and that was all that mattered. You would hate to admit how pitiful your face must have looked as you begged with your eyes to the man you knew for so long for help. The entire situation was chaos, even for people who hadn't been locked up for their entire life. Things were happening too fast and your heart was racing.
"(Y/N)...?" His voice was soft, shocking all who were in the room. The way he looked down at you was that of a father and a daughter. Even Steve was shocked to see his friend this way. Bucky came off as so strong and acted like he didn't care about anything, but here you were, making him look like the happiest man on Earth. It almost was unnerving.
"Great, they know each other..." Tony groaned, moving to lean against a wall while he observed the situation.
Bucky could care less what was being said around him, he was too focused on you. He had been so sure you had died or were still locked away somewhere. It had been so long since he had seen you, even when he was still part of Hydra. The two of you knew each other at the beginning of Bucky's unfreezing but he disappeared a few years ago. You were unsure if he got out, died, or simply wasn't allowed to see you anymore. You knew better than to ask those who gave you your food, it would only cause you trouble. You were left to wonder, alone again.
"Buck, who is this?" Steve placed a hand on Bucky's shoulder, looking down at you with soft eyes. He knew how to spot a broken person like he knew how to spot his own shield. It was hard to tell your age due to how malnourished you were. You could be very young but he knew you weren't older than eighteen. That leads him to wonder about your parents and family.
"This is (Y/N), I knew her when I was part of Hydra. She's good, I promise. But," He said as he turned back to you, "Почему ты здесь? Как?"(Why are you here? How?)
"I don't know, I woke up here. I don't remember anything but waking up in a building. I'm so scared and confused. Everything is so loud and bright."
"Hm...Don't worry, you will be safe, I promise. I know how this may be hard for you but I'll be here to help you. You want to stay, right? I will be here with you."
"Yes."