Request - Scott McCall “Scottserker”
“Please…” You could barely talk, his hands were around your throat, lifting you up from the floor. You were trying to free yourself, trying to reach the boy that has once loved you, trying to reach the human being behind the skull.
“Scott, it’s me!” You screamed as loud as you could, but your voice was only a whisper, barely hearable in this cave. “Scott…” You closed your eyes and placed your hands on his, taking a deep breath to use for your last words. “I love you.”
You tried to swallow and felt a tear escaping your eyes. For years Scott and you had shared everything, every worry, every bit of pain, every bit of doubt and concern. For years Scott had been protecting you, against dangers, against bullies, against bad grades.
For years you had been giving Scott everything you had to offer. Right now he would kill you. His bare hands would kill you. His cold eyes would watch how you would close your eyes forever. His ears would hear your heart beat dying away until there was nothing left but an empty heart and silence.
“Aaargh!” You looked up when you heard a strange voice, the grip around your throat softening, eventually putting you down on the floor, your feet stable, your heart racing in your chest, your lungs breathing heavily to make sure they would get as much air as they could get.
Your eyes widened when you saw his eyes, staring at you, filled with tears and worry and regrets. His hands were reaching for the skull on his head, grabbing it, holding it, pulling it apart. You could see how tensed his muscles were, how much of an effort it was to do this, to free himself.
You could see how it was working, how the skull broke into two parts, how he freed himself from the armour that wasn’t him, how he freed himself from a brain that wasn’t his.
“(Y/N)!” He walked towards you and you felt his arms wrapping themselves around you. His grip was tighter than it had ever been before and you could feel his lips kissing your hair, your forehead, your cheeks, your nose and eventually your lips. “I’m sorry…” He whispered and you shook your head, feeling how your body was trembling and shaking.
“It’s okay, I’m okay.” You swallowed and you looked up at him, his brown eyes being filled with the love that was nowhere to be found only minutes ago, his lips smiling, his hands wiping your hair out of your face.
“I would have never killed you.” Scott stuttered, knowing that it was true, that maybe his brain had been forgotten your name and what he had felt, but his heart had not.
“I know, I know.” You felt how he pressed you against his chest once again, but you could see that not everyone around you looked happy, that not everyone was pleased with Scott being stronger than everything.
“Scott…” Peter groaned and you took a deep breath, kissing Scott on his lips.
“Do what you have to do, Scott.” You smiled at him and he smiled back.
“I will, I promise I will.”