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flamingwordsinthesky · 2 years ago

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SpideyTorchweek Day 4 - Villain Au

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The water’s murky surface reflected the red mask back at Peter as he waited. He stared at his reflection to help ignore the sounds of destruction and screams that echoed through the air. He should be out there helping but he’s here waiting for Firestorm.

He ignored the first message he left in the sky. A simple, ‘Spider-Man, meet me at the ruins of the Statue of Liberty’. The second message was just a question mark. The third was a threat ‘In One hour. A block in Queens will Burn. Meet me at the Statue of Liberty before then.”

So here he waited for what could only be his end. But he clicked the cartridges in his webshooters. Peter listens as the whooshing of air and crackling of fire and unbearable heat Firestorm finally descended from the sky in a human shaped wildfire. That’s all Peter knew him as, the human incarnation of destruction and fire.

So it surprised him when the flames extinguished themselves to show a man. Pale blonde hair perfectly pulled back into a low blond ponytail. The man could have been attractive once upon a time, butlarge black bags under his eyes on a taunt face. It made him look like a shell of a once handsome man. He gave Peter a shadow of a smile, like he knew what it was but couldn’t replicate it on his face. It sent a chill down his tense spine, but he stood firm.

“You’re actually here.” Firestorm said in such a way that it reminded Peter of Mary Jane. Her beautiful smile was engulfed in flames. Peter grit his teeth but stood his ground.

“You threatened what's left of my home.” Peter said through the mask, letting his authority Spider-Man voice get some use. Firestorm smiled again, this time a little closer to an actual smile. As if he was actually happy to see him.

“How else was I going to get your attention?” Firestorm asked as he sauntered closer to him. Peter wanted to step away but he’s on the edge of Lady Liberty’s head and he doesn’t feel like taking a swim, not when he might be able to finally take down at least one member of the Frightful Four. "You're just so elusive,"

Peter glances at the smoking city across the Hudson bay and looks back as Firestorm eyes seem to be looming at his body. He finally meets the eyes of Peter’s mask with a doe-eyed expression that Peter didn’t think a villain like him could do.

“I’m just so happy to finally meet you.” Firestorm said in a dreamy tone that it froze Peter in place. The second Firestorm’s gloved hands sprayed across his chest and gave a quick firm squeeze. Peter gripped Firestorm’s wrists and pulled him off. Firestorm lips pursed as he flexed against Peter’s grip, as if testing the strength that held him. “You’re so strong, just like I imagined.”

Peter didn’t let go. He gripped harder, just short of breaking his wrist.

"What do the Frightful Four want with me?” Spider-Man asked as Firestorm chuckled. A dark impression of a human emotion on his face.

"It's less what they want and more what I want." Firestorm said, his words also dripped with want as bright blue and wet gazed at him. "That's why you're the only one she hasn't killed...yet."

Spider-Man said nothing. Rain and blood fill his memories as the heavy weight of Daredevil, his last true ally, laid limp in his arms.

Shatter. Beautiful, cold, icy blue eyes and a stone cold face that would kill millions in the blink of an eye. The most powerful member of the four. Killer of the Avengers. Let him go that night but not Daredevil.

The last thing she said to him was.

"My brother doesn't like it when others touch his things."

The slam against the still standing crown of Lady Liberty made a loud thunderous bang. Firestorm gasped and almost shuddered at the strength of hands on his heaving throat. Hands gripped and he thought about how easy it would be. To take down one of them. To take someone Shatter loved just like she did to him.

If she was capable of something like love.

"Enough! I'm sick of your games!" He yelled, loud enough he was sure the survivors of New York City. "What do you want with me?!"

Firestorm laughed through crushed windpipes as a hand grasped his wrists.

"You haven't figured it out? You really don't get it?" The searing heat burned his wrists. He yanked away. Strangled deep breaths turned to labored laughter as Firestorm stood.

"You wanna know the worst form of torture?" His voice suddenly dropped to a cold low tone that Peter was unsure that his voice came from the same man. He held out a fire hand to Peter, who stood across him crouched and ready to pounce as his Spidey sense rang around him.

"Solitary confinement?"

Firestorm tsked as that same sham of a smile creeped along his face. "You are smart."

"Now. What do you think happens to someone, when there's nothing but white walls, no sound, no people, nothing, for a week? Maybe a month? Maybe a year?" Firestorm's voice is flat. Matter of factly, his blue eyes glaring down at him but Peter didn't falter.

So Firestorm kept talking "Before I was able to finally control my flame they kept me there, alone. No idea how my sister was doing. The scientists said I was in there for a month. But time doesn't matter when you're cut off from the people you love."

Peter wanted to ask if the Frightful Four even knew what love was. But he still said nothing.

"Do you know what it's like when the very first voice you hear after agonizing days of nothing; is your sister screaming in pain?" Firestorm gets angrier as he moves fast and close to Peter and captures his jaw in his hand. His other holding fire close to his face.

"I burned that facility to the ground when Reed freed us. It felt so good because they hurt us. They hurt us real bad. But I had a shining light. Something to keep me going. Can you guess what that was?" He asked like Peter didn't connect what he was getting at.

"When they dragged me out to experiment on me. I saw you. On the tv, always going, always fighting, always free. They called you a menace but I knew better. I knew you were a hero."

Firestorm's hands suddenly held him in his hands like he was everything to him. The world, his light, his love. It caught him off guard because it was the most human Firestorm looked since they met.

"I was so alone. But I saw you, you told me to keep going, to fight past the pain, to fight back, and I should never give up." Firestorm's eyes swam with so many emotions that it seemed they overwhelmed the villain.

"Don't you see? You kept me going. You are the reason I'm still alive.

"I don't control your delusions." Peter bit out before thumbs slid under his mask.

"I don't care what you call them. That doesn't change the fact that you kept me going." Peter had been so caught off guard that it didn't register that Firestorm had ripped his mask until cold air smacked him in the face.

"It doesn't change the fact that I love you."

Peter lunged after Firestorm and had his hands back on his throat. Imagining all the people who died when Firestorm made his debut.

Harry, Flash, Aunt May, all the innocent people who couldn't escape the flames.

Mary Jane.

All burned when he was too busy fighting Boulder and Doctor Doom. All because he was too slow. All because he ignored Firestorm when he first flew past him that day.

"SHE'S DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!"

"Who?"

"My wife you monster!"

Firestorm furrows his brows as if Peter isn't about ready to snap his neck.

"Wife? You had a wife while messing around with another man?"

"I would never do that to her." He yelled as he slammed Firestorm against the hard metal floor. Just for suggesting such a thing. Peter would always love Mary Jane. She completed him, she was his rock and his confidant. She reminded him he was human, never taking him seriously and always reminded him to smile.

Then she was gone.

Daredevil surprised him by how much he grew to love him. What started as a way to soothe their shared pain blossomed into something more. The night they tried to attack Shatter, Matt said he loved him. He still regrets never saying it back.

How Firestorm found out about them, he would never know. But it didn't matter if he could just will himself to snap Firestorm's neck.

He loved Mary Jane. She died by Firestorm's hand

He grew to love Matt. He died by Shatter's.

Both Storm siblings with the blood of his loved ones on their hands.

"I'm going to fucking kill you." Peter said through gritted teeth. There was a flash of flame as Peter was blown back and against the crown again as Firestorm was standing a flame.

Peter stood up and placed his feet firm on the ground and raised his fists.

"Oh my love, it would be an honor to die by your hand," Firestorm extended a hand and there was a flash of heat that almost burned his face rushed past him. "But I'm not gonna make it easy for you,"

#my fic writing #spideytorch #spideytorchweek2023 #had fun with this one #might revisit this au for another time but I just wanted to write out the idea at least #spider man #human torch #i know I said I wasnt gonna post anything but this was the last story written and I had some time to write.#Spideydevil? in my spideytorch fic? its more likely than you think.

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