his prey captive and his trophy01（cocoon）

Chapter one—cocoon He is a predator. He is gentle, sensitive, and,most importantly…full of patience. He used that spider web to weave a comfortable cocoon. For her and … for their young baby cub. Her At first, everything seemed to be normal. Gental is more likely. The flower showed up in the morning, carefully placed in her vase. The anonymous letter she received at night or those cute photo albums made by all of her social media pictures It looks like nothing but an innocent and childish crush. Nothing special. Right? She thought. But slowly, things are getting wrong. Those unknown, viscous things started to show up in her mug. A large number of dead insects are hanging inside her locker. And those emails are full of creppy, passionate love confessions. Dirty talk, more likely. She works in the Stark Tower. Well, clearly, this is already what they call Avengers Tower. Without a doubt, this is supposed to be the safest place in the world. Her former classmates sometimes envied her Stark uniform, shield keyring, Hulk cushion, and Iron Man phone case. At first, she also felt that her job was the best. But recently, things have gotten a bit out of place. She got a stalker. “Have you cheated the office camera in our hallway yet?” At the time they were sharing the same elevator, her colleague, Marsa asked her. “yeah…I cheated on every camera you could ever think of. But nothing was there.” Her uneasy answer The elevator slowly rises to floors 10, 20, then 30. It was morning, and more and more people were trying hard to squeeze themselves into the elevator. It makes her journey to her office extremely long. It was really uncomfortable squeezing with a bunch of people in such a tiny, confined space. She doesn't enjoy the summer heat stuck inside this small space. Also, she can feel her back being pushed by people, making her almost stick to the person behind her. Someone was gently pushing her back too. It was very unpleasant. “What about the building security group? Did you ask them yet?” Marsa suggested it again. She signed, trying to hold her folder tighter. "Yeah, I think I did. But unsurprisingly again, they said no one was in my office after I left.” “Jeez, I’m sorry about that.” Marsa put up a sorry face and changed the topic. She had thought about reporting to her supervisor, but the situation was far from affecting the entire department. At most, she needs to wash the cups multiple times a day and pour out the garbage multiple times. Mabe is just a boring prank. ”Oh! Did you finish that report for the property damage to Hulk yet?" Marsa quickly turned to the next topic. “You bet I did~“ she smiled and patted her computer bag. “Whaat? You work at home too?” she frown. “tired?” “yeah… tired.” Her colleague doesn't understand how stressful this s**t can be. Every day, there is a person watching her. A camera can catch that person. She feels helpless in this building. And that feeling is crushing her. Home is the only place that makes her feel safe. Yes, home sweet home. The elevator has reached the 50th floor. Most people have already left, and her office is on this floor. “ew! What the hell is that on your back?” When she was walking out of the elevator, her colleague, staring at her back, almost screamed out. She reached back, and her hands instantly touched that sicky thing. It feels wet, has an almost glue-like texture, and looks like a ball of melting white floof. Is the thing in her mug! “The f**k… is that spider web?” Marsa can’t help but yell out. She didn’t answer. A cold tingling through out her spine, strsight went to her brain. She feels nauseous. She feels like she is actually going to throw up right next to this elevator. Goose bumps were all over her arm before she even knew it. She can help but knowtice——that web is warm. body tempreture. “Who will stick this on you? What a freak!” Marsa's voice could start to attract people’s attention. “Spiter man?” She tried to pull her mouth open and give her a smile. Humor is the only way she can think of to deal with this creepy situation. Marsa widened her eyes and raised her voice. “You still have the mood to make jocks? For f**k’s sake, that was in public! That stalker is really pushing it. You have to call the cops! As soon as possible!” * She went to the bathroom and took out her jacket. Everyone in her office is busy now. No one really has the time to vouch for her outfit. Marsa is already on a work call; she made a worried face when she came back from changing. She doesn’t like to be treated like a vulnerable victim. She has always been a person who shows off her strength. A year ago, she graduated with excellent grades and joined the legal team at Stark Group, providing strong support for the Avengers and preventing them from getting into trouble. Now is the critical stage for her internship to become a full-time employee, and she cannot be influenced by anything, let alone give up her dream career just because of this. Thanks to God, apart from the morning fluke, there were no other strange things happening today. In the evening, she explained the situation to the company security group and prepared to review the materials for tomorrow's court appearance before leaving work. *** She went to the public library.“Hey! Stay up late for work again." A young man stood next to the bookshelf, waving at her. His brown hair is curly and a little messy, and his soft eyes remind her of that puppy she used to own. He is wearing the most casual t-shirts and jeans, looking clean and bright. He looks really friendly. “Hi… Mr….” She’s trying really hard to remember his name. “… Mr.Parker?” Now she remembers him; he seems to be a genius high school kid who helps in Mr. Stark's laboratory from time to time. He should be in college now; follow by time. She remembers seeing him a couple times in the building. “Peter is fine.” He has a lovely smile. The long eyelashes that adorn his warm brown eyes make him look even more friendly. she can't deny that he just has that ability to make people feel extra warm. The friendly smile made her mood much better. “Are you here looking for Mr. Stark? I think he’s not on this floor.” She asked. “Oh, no, it's not, I’m just here looking for some old books.” He pointed at the bookshelf and said, “For the school history class, I am planning to do a project on the transformation and development of Stark Group.” He explain. “I see. Well, the book here is too new to be suitable for 'historical projects'. Come here. I’ll show you.” She took Peter to the old book district. "I thought high school students would be more interested in Captain America than in the history of Stark's industrial development.” She smiled and said, “I mean… Our history books have written too detailed about the captain's affairs; they really leave me no room to play.” She couldn't help giggling. He's very humorous, as she can tell. And smart, of course. She looks up, knowing he was staring at her; that gaze makes her blush a little bit. She cleared her throat in an attempt to keep herself professional and then told Peter which books he could use. “Thank you.” He answered back. “It’s alright, have fun with them.” She went to the other end of the library. Picking up books and sitting down, All of a sudden, she released something. “Stay up late for work again?” he said? Again？ What does he mean? How does he know that she often works late here? *** Peter Being a superhero is hard. Being a normal college student is hard too. Peter Parker wants to find something easy and interesting to do in his difficult, dual-faced life. Such as... her. Peter has been following her for longer than she could ever imagine. He follows her home almost every night. At the beginning, Mr. Stark arranged the task. The legal team of Stark Group has achieved a complete victory in a contract dispute. In order to avoid retaliation from competitors, Mr. Stark asked him to secretly protect several employees. He follows these people to and from work every day. Then he inevitably noticed her. She has almost no personal life, either at work or on the way to work. Every day, from the apartment to the company, she never deviates from the usual routine. Even Peter, who also serves as a superhero and a high school student, has to admit that her hard work is admirable. He often sees other staff entering and leaving bars, gathering until 3 a.m., and constantly changing their boyfriends or girlfriends. But she didn't have either. What she thinks about every day is work, work, and better work. Peter felt lonely for her. He showed her unprecedented care and love, wanting to give her some warm comfort. He sent her flowers, put his carefully collected butterfly specimens in her locker, and gave her albums that he carefully collected pictures from all of her social media. But she doesn’t like it. She threw it away with that fear and panic full of her face. That makes Peter a little sad. Angry, more likely. Why does she always isolate herself like this from people? Why does she avoid the kindness of others? She should learn to accept. Accept. Me.