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Peter sat on the ledge of one of his familiar rooftops munching away at a churro. He’d say it was a pretty productive day, 3 robberies, saved one cat, stopped a few muggings, and at the end helped an old lady cross the street. Although she did hit him with her purse a few times at the end he did get a churro from her!
Now was a good time to end patrol but Peter couldn’t help but just lean back and take a few seconds to himself, he had almost forgotten what he was fighting for. the little guy. Peter closed his eyes and stretched his senses to hear just a few blocks away a child buying ice cream with her pocket money after school. A group of teenagers a little younger than him whispering and then bursting into fits of laughter, but then all of a sudden—
danger, danger, left, not friendly, water.
Peter spun to his left and had almost no time to dodge a…tranquilizer? Next to his foot was a giant tranquilizer filled with a red liquid. Soon after another wave of tranquilizers flew through the air which Peter easily dodged. “Hah! This is child’s play. I mean seriously, you need to level up your game.” Taunted Peter.
He attempted to find the person who threw the tranqs by starting to swing towards their direction, he raised his arm to release one of his webbings and noticed his arm had, a very large, empty, tranquilizer imbedded in his forearm. Why hadn’t his spider sense warned him? Why was he lying on the roof now? Why couldn’t he see anymore?
The pain was disorienting, his spider sense was failing him, telling him the correct directions but just a second too slow against trained and dangerous hydra agents . Pain became constant. Was this how it ended? When was a hero going to save him? Oh, right, that’s supposed to be me
”Oh shit.” He managed to get out before he inevitably went dark
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2 months later
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
slowly Peter’s senses came back. First he noticed the cold metal table he was strapped to beneath him, after that the harsh blinding white lights and white walls. Medical equipment scattered nearby and it smelled sterile and underneath that smell was..blood? Whose blood was that? Where am I? Panic seized him captive as he slowly collected his memories.
beep Beep beep beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Peter tried to lift his arm only to find resistance, something strong that even he couldn’t break, or was it that he was now weaker? It felt like it, just thinking about walking felt impossible. Peter looked down to see bandages wrapped around him and recognized a dull familiar ache of a healing wound underneath them.
he had no idea of where he was…disoriented, Peter bent his fingers twisting and turning in his restraints to yank the needle and heart monitor off of his wrist. The needle and monitor fell onto the bed, Peter’s wrist was bleeding from where the needle had been and following it was a flare of pain. the room fell into a defeating silence where Peter could only hear his own heart beating in his mouth.
click click click
underneath the door a shadow stopped in front of his room.
the door opened, and in came a plain looking man, wearing all black and a scientist coat that was white. He had black-ish grey hair with a receding hairline. He wasted no time in formalities and went straight to prepping Peter for ehat he could only assume to be experiments. Oh god…they probably took his blood and already did experiments on him. That’s why he has cuts and has bandages all over his body. Still not at full strength Peter cannot do anything as he is then put through multiple examinations, needles, and watching his blood being taken for whatever reason. presumably being used to replicate his mutations.
Tony’s warned him about people targeting him for his DNA, sure he knew there could be a possibility but he never imagined it happening to him..when he thought of meta experimentation he pictured a helpless civilian that happens to have the meta gene. Not him. Not Spider-Man, the guy who people depend on.
is Tony looking for him? He wonders, is anybody looking for him? A sense of impending doom looms(haha rhat rhymes) over Peter’s head day and night, needle after needle after needle. As the days blur together Peter pieces together a few key details about this place and try’s to form a plan to escape to keep some of his sanity.
1.he is being drugged so his powers are much weaker.
2.this is a hydra base
3.something big is going on here but I’m not sure what yet.
At night the Hydra guards switch and there is a 2 minutes opening for him to escape. Over the past few months of torture Peter’s formed a plan, it’s sorta floppy but it’s gotta do, and if there’s a time to do it. It’s tonight.
Desperate, he dislocated his fingers to squirm out of the tight restraints kept on him, and using his flexibility he frees his feet. The moniter is no longer kept on him unless he is undergoing an experiment so he quietly slides off the bed and tiptoes to the door. While the guards are distracted packing up he discreetly disarms the door by frying the chip in the door with a cut open wire that was apart of some medical equipment.
Peter watched the shadows underneath the door move far enough away and then exits the room swiftly. He makes his way down the hallway and is about to turn the corner when—
“I mean seriously! Guarding outside that door is pointless.” The first guard said rolling his eyes. “Heard he’s a docile vegetable..but hey it’s basically a free paycheck if you think about it.” The second guard responds.
Peter flinches because he never sensed them coming. Maybe his senses were even more affected by the drugs than he thought they would be. Peter uses his stickiness to climb the ceiling with the pads of his fingers using the shadows to his advantage. Unfortunately for him this hydra base was crawling with guards and there seemed to be no end to the doors, locks ,and corridors.
eventually he sees a sleek modern glass door, there’s a caution sign right next to it. Weird, but nobody’s in the room so it should be okay to hide out for a while. Maybe there could be some good information on hydra in here and the avengers would thank him for his work. Hah! Great idea.
Peter crawled into the room carful to be quiet. When he entered there were multiple machinery none even close to as advanced as Tony’s. But one stuck out… it looked almost alien. Weird. Everything in this place was weird.
curious, Peter further searched the lab area and found a case, inside were 3 slots. The case held one glass container and inside was a black slime that seemed to move, almost like water it was a thick shiny black jelly, Which Peter became entrances with. There was a label that written with cursive said ‘venom’ weird name but who’s he to judge. Peter safely tucked the container in his pocket. Noting that the other two slots labeled ‘carnage’ and ‘riot’ were missing.
to the side a journal that looked like it was holding on for dear life stared at him. Each page had barely no blank spots, everything was covered in information, and little notes and fun facts. Peter also took this. He found a backpack nearby and emptied the contents on the floor, put the book, the ‘venom’ his suit he found in the lab. It was damaged and studied in the labs of hydra.
peter felt a pit form in his stomach. Him getting caught let hydra study and learn more information of technology, stark tech was no joke. Especially in the wrong hands. Overwhelmed, he slumped down into a chair and slammed his head down on the table to sulk. Telling tony about this when he escapes is gonna be a pain in the butt. Whirrrrr
Power on
commencing countdown 3 , 2 , 1,
A blinding light beamed from the alien like machine. Peter covered his eyes and prepares to be being taken away in a UFO. But instead the machine started sucking everything in the vicinity towards the glowing blinding light. “Shit! Shit! Shit! This is not how I wanna go out!” Peter curses
Peter desperately claws at the lab tables to tether him to the ground but the overwhelming power coming from the machine says otherwise. In a last attempt to not get pulled in he digs his nails into the floor hoping it’s enough to hang onto. But alas in true Parker fashion the alien tech wins! As if my day couldn’t get any worse.
whoosh whoosh Whoosh
air, falling, not safe, ground, whispered his spider sense, still not at full capability.
Eyes glued shut Peter recognizes the feeling of falling through the air, the thrill of how high up he could get and falling, falling, falling, closer and closer to the ground before he would always raise his arm and swing back up before he hit the ground, back to the good old days when the adrenaline of swinging around Queens, and helping everybody, meant everything. was this heaven? He let himself feel the air combing through his hair and-
wait, FALLING?
the air slapping my face as I fall to my death today was the cherry on top. But, hey at least I escaped? Sorta.