wednesday 20th of april, 2016

J.D paid no attention to the world around her. A soccer ball was between her feet and she easily kicked it around, juggling it and performing tricks without difficulty. Soccer was a sport she had learned to play when she was four, and though she hadn't played on a team for years, she never forgot.

Her earphones were firmly placed and she bobbed her head while keeping her eyes focused on the ball.

"If I could, maybe I'd give you my world." Her music blasted and she softly sang the words to one of her favourite songs. "How can I, when you won't take it from me."

"Purnell!" A loud voice made J.D jump and kick the ball to the other side of the field. She held her hands out to stop it, and funnily enough, it did.

J.D gasped when the ball froze in midair, a soft blue light shimmering underneath it like a support pillow. She blinked, and when she opened her eyes it was on the ground again. She quickly whipped her head around and saw Flash Thompson standing behind her, spinning a football in his hands. "Did you do that?"

"Do what?" He asked, clearly confused. J.D scoffed and folded her arms.

"Nothing." She muttered. "What do you want?"

"I came to ask you about Parker."

"Parker?" J.D's eyebrows knitted together in puzzlement. "What about him?"

Flash glanced behind her for a second before he looked back at her. "Do you like him?"

"Yeah, he's a good friend." She said, before turning to get her soccer ball. Flash grabbed her wrist to stop her. "Can you not?"

"I mean as more than a friend?" He pressed on, and J.D sent him a weird look.

"What are you talking about?" She asked, huffing in annoyance. "Who I like and dislike is none of your business."

"So you do?" Flash queried with a quirked brow.

"No, I don't." She snapped. "I like someone else, to your disappointment."

"Who?" Flash continued to bombard her, and she ripped her wrist from his grasp.

"You don't know him, now leave me alone." She muttered before running off to fetch her ball.

As she left, Flash looked up at Peter and Mason, the former looking slightly upset. "Sorry, Parker."

"Why did you ask her that?" Peter mumbled, his hands shaking. She liked someone else.

"For you, man." Flash shrugged, before tossing the ball in the air and catching it again. "Plus, I was curious."

Peter clenched his jaw and stared back at J.D with sad eyes, though she didn't see him until he turned on his heel and left the field to return to the main school building.

When J.D's eyes rested on Peter's retreating figure, the ball fell to the ground. She pursed her lips and sighed, already assuming he had heard her. Why did that matter to her? She didn't like him in that way. She was telling the truth to Flash, though. She did like someone else.

Who, you may ask?

Her masked comrade named after an arachnid.

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J.D sat in her room, alone. Mason and Herb were at the supermarket that evening, as they had run out of milk for the white sauce.

Exhaling, J.D let her eyes train on the pencil tin sitting in the middle of her desk. She forced her mind to focus and tried to think about what happened on the field that day.

When the pencil tin didn't move, she hung her head back in irritation.

"Why won't you move?!" She snapped at the inanimate object.

After a moment, she decided to give up and change into a pair of pyjama pants. She walked over to her chest of drawers and pulled the largest drawer at the centre open roughly. She let out a yelp when it began to fall due to the weight and pressure. She held her hands in front of her body to protect herself, and squeezed her eyes shut to await the impact.

When she didn't feel anything, she opened one eye and looked up to see the same pale blue light protecting her. It was like a bubble of some kind, that was so strong it shielded her.

A force field.

J.D quickly jumped out of the way from the chest of drawers, her hands still outstretched. She scrunched her nose up in thought, and stuck her foot out, pushing the piece of furniture up with her leg strength and then catching it with her right hand, steadying it and lowering her left, the blue energy disappearing.

"Shit." She gasped out, looking down at her hands. Why hadn't this come up before?

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"Her body is rejecting the serum, sir." The head scientist informed Baron Von Strucker, who glared down at the weak girl on the operating table. "It is odd, usually there will be an immediate reaction to the chemicals, but we can't say that the product has even worked."

"A waste." Von Strucker sneered, glaring down at J.D. She was incredibly pale, her body battered and bruised, with red marks and a purple nose and eyes. All the result of her healing tests. "Is there any say if she will ever accept the serum?"

"Could be weeks, months even." The scientist responded with a shrug. "From our tests, the way the substances would combine with her blood and DNA, she would be able to create force fields."

"Interesting." Von Strucker stated, before grabbing a knife from the table and walking back over. "And her healing? How has that been?"

"She has made progress, but it has taken weeks for her tissue to regenerate from deep wounds. We want her to get to the point where it will take merely minutes." The scientist spoke with a faraway look in his eyes, but he refocused after a minute. "We still need to run more trials, feel free to test it yourself."

Von Strucker nodded and twirled the knife in his hands, before grabbing J.D's arm and slicing it. J.D's cracked lips opened to release a shrill scream at the instant pain and she struggled in her bonds. Von Strucker didn't show any emotion but a sadistic glint in his eyes, as he watched her suffer on his operating table.

Her screams carried through the halls as he continued to inflict harm, and Pietro and Wanda could hear it clearly. Wanda's hands fell over her mouth at the sound, and she visibly trembled, feeling the pain in her body from her last trial.

Tears rushed down Pietro's face and he buried his head in his folded arms, trying to block out J.D's wails. It tortured him too, both of them. Neither of them could stand it, she was just a kid. They endured the pain everyday because they put themselves forward for it, but J.D had made it pretty clear that she hadn't signed up for anything.

The sound of the door creaking open made them look up from their separate cells to see J.D being thrown into her's, her arms and legs dressed in new bandages. Pietro clenched his jaw angrily at the sight of her frail body, her bruises and cuts, and how her lips were covered in dried blood.

When the guard left to stand outside, he adjusted his aching body and faced her. "сестра."

Sister.

J.D weakly lifted her head and her bloodshot eyes laid on her friend. "It hurts."

"I know, my love." He said softly. "You must fight it, you are strong."

J.D's bottom lip trembled and she leaned against the wall of her cell, trying to find a comfortable position on her rickety bed.

When she didn't respond, Pietro pursed his lips, thinking of something to say. "What is your favourite movie?"

J.D paused and attempted to smile, though it seemed like more of a grimace. "My favourite movie?"

"Yeah." Pietro nodded, and J.D swallowed thickly, took a raspy breath and thought.

"I've always like Harrison Ford movies." She responded after a while. "Have you seen any of those?"

"Star Wars, Indiana Jones, the Fugitive." Pietro said with a shrug. "Only the popular ones."

"What about Blade Runner?" J.D asked, and Pietro thought for a second, before nodding.

"Yes, I have seen that." He stated, before a grin rose onto his face. "Maybe we should start calling you that."

"What, Blade Runner?" J.D rose an eyebrow, confused and amused at the same time. "That's ridiculous."

"You know how to fight with a dagger, so that's blade." He explained, an excited glimmer in his eyes. "And you've told us that you like to run. It's not that ridiculous. What do you think, Wanda?"

J.D glanced over at the cell next to Pietro's, and chuckled dryly. "She's fallen asleep."

"Thank goodness." Pietro sighed. "She hasn't slept in three days, I was getting worried."

"Do you ever think we'll get out of here?" J.D asked softly after staring at Wanda's peaceful figure, and Pietro sighed, sadly smiling.

"I know we'll get out of here." He assured her. "And I will get you out of here, and live in Queens with you and Wanda, and we can go to all your favourite places."

"Promise?" She questioned, and Pietro's expression softened even more at her innocent tone, reminding him yet again that she was but a child that had been taken away from her family.

Pietro sent her a sad smile, and stared through the dirty glass. "I promise, my bladerunner."

pietro's a lil ball of fluff i love him he's so great i don'T BELIEVE HE'S DEAD MARVEL DOESN'T JUST KILL PEOPLE THEY GO THROUGH THIS WHOLE PROCEDURE WHERE IF SOMEONE DIES IT'S JUST AN ACT OR THEY FIX THEM UP WITH FUCKING PROJECT T.A.H.I.T.I I MEAN HONESTLY HE'S NOT GONE HE'S GONNA COME BACK IN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER I'M NOT READY TO LET HIM GO AND IT'S BEEN OVER A YEAR

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