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The machine is cold against Peters back, his enhanced senses worsening the feeling by at least ten-fold. His wrists were encased by metal which traps him to the table. His wrists are achy and irritated from the tests and extractions of his radioactive blood. His mental control fight hard against his territorial instincts which are fighting strongly.
His eyes remain squeezed shut to block out at least one of his six senses to attempt to deal with the overwhelming feeling of lack of freedom but all his efforts is to no avail. He knows what this place is. He thought he was done with this place.
The H.Y.D.R.A laboratory was a cold, white, empty section of whatever building that he was in. As far as Peters enhanced hearing could go there were only six scientists in this room and maybe the neighbouring room- he isn't sure though as he's not that good at narrowing his radius down.
“Ah, little паук, I'm so glad to see that you are awake.” A voice from the left says.
The cold certainty of the tone leads Peter to decide that he or she is the leader of the scientists. He or she has a considerable amount more of confidence than the others. He can hear it in their heartbeat. Their heartbeat remains steady and slow, the others in the room all spike, growing faster and less calm.
“Now, now, we're all friendly here паук no need to panic.” The same voice echoes.
Peter forces his eyes to open, he has to squint at the light so his eyes can adjust. Even whilst his eyes are adjusting multiple figures seem to gang up on him around the table- that is before they all combine into one ominous figure.
The scene changes to a new environment. Peter is now not bound but in a room. A seemingly bare room. Few items are scattered around the room.. There's a simple cot in the corner- for the moments he can shutdown and sleep, a toilet that is dirty beyond belief and most likely carrying the remenence of blood, vomit and feces from Peter and the assassins / experiments before him, a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling giving a piss yellow glow to the room, a wall entirely made out of cage bars- giving Peter little to no privacy, a small desk with a uniform folded on top of it and finally a Hydra Pistol hanging on the wall above his desk.
The next thing Peter knows is there's a creaking metal noise and the doors to his *crossed out 'cell'* bedroom glide open. A man with a small foldable stick of some sort steps up.
“On the floor my little pet. You know the drill, you failed training therefore have to face punishment.” Peter's body moves before his brain knows what's happening and he's kinda glad his body takes over.
His brown eyes watches as the man in front of him clicks a button on his stick and it folds outwards into a crowbar shaped weapon. The next thing he knows his heads flung to the side and a stick shaped mark is slowly appearing on his cheek. The man's foot connects with Peters chest sending him flying into the wall beside his desk.
A warm, wet, red substance starts to trickle down his neck and his vision blurs at the edges. A low hum radiates the room and the man starts to sing.
“The itsy bitsy spider..-” The stick bashes into his head, his skull cracks, Peter's freakishly sure of it. He could hear it, feel it. Blood starts to seep out of his now disfigured and broken nose. When did that happen? Did he zone out or pass out for even a second?
“Climbs up the water sprout,-” this time the man picks the kid up, bunching the thin fabric-ed shirt, the collar now stained with the blood from his face and knees him in the midsection just below his ribs.
“Down came the rain...-” He fixes his grip on the kid and throws his limp, bruising, bloody body at the metal, rusting bars of the horrifying bedroom if one could even call it that.
“And washed the spider out..-” The man sets the crowbar-like-stick on the bed and drags Peter's limp body towards the corner of the room, which is where the toilet resides. Peter's eyes widen but he makes no move to stop knowing his punishment would only be worse if he were to resist. His hair is suddenly yanked on by the man before his face is forced under the water and Peters face contorts into a scream-
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Tony is in his workshop, which to be fair is where he usually is at close to one in the morning. He's a coffee addict and an insomniac and those two things do not go together very well, ask Steve he knows- afterall he's the one who has to drag his boyfriend back to bed at night.
He hums along under his breath to an AC-DC song which is blasting on his earphones because he doesn't want to have to deal with the grumpiness of the worlds mightiest heroes because he might wake them up to his music blasting down in HIS workshop in HIS tower that HE pays for, but in the end it was Steve who was roped into asking- telling- Tony to quieten his music down in the morning and Tony reluctantly agreed because he can never say no to his super soldier. Such wimps he swears.
D.U.M.M-E is powered off in the corner because the A.I powered robot would just cause pure mayhem all over the workspace and create a shit-ton of noise which frankly- Tony doesn't want to fucking deal with- which is also something Steve asked Tony to do. He's starting to notice a common theme here. All of this actually means Tony has to walk around to actually get his tools. Oh the misery and pain.
He grabs a screwdriver and a small drill as he's working on a new suit, this one he's aiming to fit inside a ring or his arc-reactor using the nano-tech technology he's been messing around with. He knows that he has like five other suits with nano-tech in but he's a genius so he wants- no needs to push himself further.
His music suddenly pauses when a familiar voice comes through his earphones, nearly making him jump- the caffeine for blood in his veins making him jumper than usual. “Sir, Mister Parker's heart rate is accelerating. I would like to warn you that this is may likely be a night terror and I highly suggest that you go up and wake him up before he causes serious harm to himself and his room.”
J.A.R.V.I.S's voice is usually calm as he's an A.I but for some reason- maybe it's the lack of sleep, it could well be the lack of sleep but be swears he can hear some concern but nether-the-less Tony reluctantly- happily- leaves the bench he was sat on and starts to make his way up the stairs out of his lab. He doesn't give his personal A.I an answer but J.A.R.V.I.S knows that Tony appreciates the heads up.
It takes Tony a grand total of six minutes and thirteen seconds to get from the thirty-second floor to the fiftie-eighth floor which is fast all thing considered and it being the middle of the night. The billionaire debates for a good three seconds on whether or not he should knock on the door- which is three seconds more than he would debate for anyone else- excluding Natasha and Barnes from that, seeing as much Tony is terrified of Natasha and attempts to stay away from Barnes as much as physically possible.
When Tony enters, he can immediately hear the whimpers of the fifteen-year-old boy from the bed across the room. Tony's heart breaks at the sound of the person he considers to be his son in pain. His purposely makes his footsteps loud and deliberate as he walks towards the bed just in case Peter does end up waking up in the middle of Tony comforting him. The mattress dips under his weight slightly as he sits beside the boy’s head. Hesitantly, he reaches out his hand and slowly starts to thread his fingers through his brown curly hair.
After a few minutes, Tony is surprised to realise that Peter, without Tony noticing, has managed to move and hide halfway into his side, seeking out the warmth and companionship of his mentor and father-like-figure. Tony slowly moves into a slightly more comfortable position and leans back against the backboard, slowly swinging his legs onto the bed. The next thing he knows is that there's a spider now fully draped across him and demanding cuddles even in his sleep. Tony just quietly laughs and wraps his arms around him letting Peter press his ear up against his arc reactor listening to his hum as it keeps Tony alive but he also grabs the stuffed elephant that he always keeps near his bed. Zitka. He doesn’t know the story behind Zitka but Peter love it so he keeps it. Who’s Tony to judge?
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Peter wakes to find himself in the arms of his favourite person. His favourite person who is currently asleep for the first time in god knows how long. Peter doesnt even realise but a soft smile seems to play at his lips as he gazes up at his mentor, he will never get over the fact that Tony looks younger when his face is relaxed like that. In the warmth of Tony's arms his instincts calm down and he snuggles into the safety of his mentor like a spider does when it's going through life stages.
An hour later, it is Steve that wanders into Peter's room in search of the pair. When he walks in Tony could tell by the look on his blondies face, he was not expecting this, especially this early on the morning,
“Hey” Tony says his voice just that of a whisper but he knows Steve heard it specifically due to the fact he has super soldier hearing.
“Hey, how's Spidey doing darlin'?” The blonde replies sitting down on the mattress next to the pair. His hand moves to Peters back, his thumb rubbing soothingly in a circle.
“He’s doin' fine, I think. I came up about half one-ish when J.A.R.V.I.S alerted me to his rising heart rate. He didn't wake up so I probably coaxed him through the worst of it.” Steve hums in response and they fall into a comfortable silence waiting for the spider between the pair to wake up.
It doesn't take long. About thirty minutes or so but Pete does eventually wake up and the trio fall into the comfortable conversation, they do however, eventually relocate to the kitchen as the other Avengers start to wake up. As many walk through the kitchen, they grumble small greetings whilst others grumble about why the trio should has too much energy for the morning. Most of the Avengers do eventually wake up after they've had a cup- or several of coffee and an assortment of energy drinks.
“Hey Pete are you ready for school? Happy said he'll pick you up and take you to school today.” Tony asks glancing at the teen who has not left his side all morning which Tony is noting as a flare up of Peter's fear of separation,- well not so much fear, it's worse than a fear and Tony doesn't know what to name it as.
“Mhm. I've packed everything. Are you sure I have to go to school today? I wanna stay here.” The kid basically whines at Tony looking at him with the doe eyes that he knows Tony cannot resist.
“Alrig-” The blonde interrupts him with:
“Yes Peter you have to go to school. Look at the plus side you'll get to see Ned and MJ.”
Tony looks thankful at the step in from Steve and Peter looks downright betrayed. Clint and Natasha both let out sounds of amusement from across the room, still nursing a hot drink in their hands.
“Now Peter, Happy's waiting outside off you go.” Steve chides at Peter gently and in response to that he gets a glare and a grumble as the Spider grabs his bag rather dramatically and walks out into the elevator.
“Seriously Darlin' are you sure you two aren't related you act the exact same and look the exact same?” Steve retorts sarcastically but that's the last thing Peter hears before the elevator doors close and it starts moving down.
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During school his time is pretty simple.
(author's note: I'm not American I don't know how the schools work there so im going off of the schools where I live?)
He starts off in registration which is really chaotic because Flash keeps making snide remarks at Peter.
During his first few lessons which are Physics, Trigonometry and Physical education it's not too much of a bother other than the one slip up in Physical education where he nearly flung a netball at the same strength he'd use to knock a person unconscious which could've ended badly but didn't, which he blames on his lack of sleep- even though he did sleep. Parker Logic.
Lunch was... chaotic to say the least. he ended up with a bruised arm after Flash managed to gain the jump on him as he was collecting books from his locker. The bruise will heal up in a few hours from his advanced healing but he still should hide it from Tony anyway.
The rest of the day seems to go by in a blur as Peter doesn't really seem to notice, only occasionally humming in acknowledgement when Ned and MJ spoke to him but they mostly spoke to each other.
One thing is on Peter's mind. He can't wait to go patrolling.
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When Peter is in his suit and swinging through the streets of New York, Queens he feels alive and happy. He's flipping in the air, high-fiveing children as walks past and stopping petty theft.
“Hey Pete,” A female voice comes through his headpiece which he immediately recognises as K.A.R.E.N his own A.I that Tony had made especially for him and his sake.
“Hey K what's the happs?” Peter asks stopping to perch on a rooftop. It's unusually quiet- no peacefully we don’t want to jinx it.
“There’s been a major surge of energy from a powerful source in a van headed your way. Avengers have been alerted and are en route but you are closest. Patching you into the Avengers comms.”
Peter replies with a quiet nod of the head as the sound of Steve's and Clint’s voice starts to come through over his head piece.
Spider-Man leaps over the edge of the building and immediately starts to tail the van. “Hey Tony? I'm tailing the van it looks like they're stopping in some abandoned parking lot.” The chatter seems to immediately stop.
“Okay kid. Keep eyes on them. we don't know what tech this is so do not engage. I repeat. Do. Not. Engage.” Tony's voice is stern over the comms but Peter's too focused on dodging eye contact with one of the goons.
When one of the goons’ spots Peter perched on a rooftop, he whispers something to one of the goons in a messed up Russian language and they both retreat deeper into the lot with whatever technology they have forcing Peter to have to follow because he must keep eyes on them at all times.
“I’ve had to move positions but they've definitely spotted me. what's your ETA?” Peter asks into his comms. When he gets static as a reply his presses his fingers to his comm device like Tony showed him but still nothing but static.
He frowns before pulling his ear piece out of his ear by simply tapping his ear through the mask. Nothing seems to be wrong with the device. There’s no sparks, no wires out of place, nothing out of the ordinary. He pulls up his wrist and taps away at the bracelet to send a coded message towards his mentor. **NO SIGNAL** Peters eyes widen in shock. His bracelet could never have no signal, It has the ability to connect to any and all satellites and even still it has its own satellite that Tony built for him. His comm crackles,
“Hey- where... you... not... on... map...... pick you up.” His distorted mentor- father figures voice crackles through the technology. Bits and pieces are the only thing that comes in though.
As he fiddles with the tech and his wrist bracelet the hairs on the back of his neck immediately stand on end but his sixth sense acts too slow and a prick in the back of his neck is clear. A fast-acting sedative – one that must be designed for an enhanced individual because Parker isn’t fully human and he ended up with a high resistance to most sedatives, poisons, venoms and drugs.
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Peter's eyes blink warily open and it takes a good minute to adjust- more than usual, meaning the sedative was more powerful than he had originally planned and hoped for. After he finally adjusts to his surroundings the feeling of binds made of metal are clamped around his wrists, feet and neck. Whoever kidnapped him knew exactly what they were doing and knew exactly who he was.
”What the hell is going on?” Peter grumbles accidentally. Shit. He didn't mean to say that out loud. He didn’t mean to do any of this. Where are the Avengers? He needs his team. He needs his family.
A person- no a man definitely a man with his body shape and type he can confirm it’s a male- glances down at him before a hushed murmur erupts into the room. Whoever’s there has mixed opinions that’s painstakingly obvious.
“We shouldn’t do this, it’s not right were supposed to be the good guys!” A harsh whisper aims at the other person in the room. Good guys? They can’t be the good guys Peters the good guy. This whole situation isn’t making sense.
“I know. Look, This will help him in the long term even if he doesn’t see it now. First before we do anything we have to....” The man hesitates and the other one seems to immediately pick up on what he’s hinting at.
“He’s seventeen c’mon surely, we don’t have to.” A thick silence, “I’m not taking part in this.” The other man walks off and first guy sighs.
The next thing Peter knows is a cold blade being pressed up to his neck. Peter’s chanting in his head. Breathe. Don’t panic. Everything’s going to be fine. The Avengers are going to get you. A muttered apology is heard before nothing. Darkness. A cold seeping liquid gapes from his neck. A thin slice going from his Carotid on the left side of his neck to the carotid on the other side of his neck. He’s slowly bleeding out and he’s defenceless to do anything about it. The darkness invaded his eyes and his vision goes. His heartbeat comes to a thready stop. Peter Parker is pulse-less. Peter Parker is dead.
A faint hum of magic echoes throughout the room. This would not be the end for the Spider boy, after all the man did say he was doing this for the sake of the boy.