Chapter 3
It’s been months since he’s been stuck in here he’s learnt what HYDRA wants to do to him and how they apparently want to dominate the world by creating a mutant army along with a lot of other important things they slipped out because they still have no idea he could speak Russian (Which was honestly quite stupid of them), he’s also learnt that they have absolutely zero respect towards being civil towards him and occasionally take a break just to try beating the infamous ‘friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man’ up while he chained in a chair, which as you can imagine is SO fun for him and he doesn’t ignore the creepy comments they make in Russian and the inappropriate touches which no one blinks an eye at because here he isn’t human, nope just a silly, goofy, worthless mutant. And right now he’s not sure how much longer he can take it before he loses his mind. He’s hungry and thirsty and on the verge of dying if his healing power doesn't keep taking over right beforehand because he doesn’t know what they put in him but it sure as hell wasn’t anything to fix up his DNA.
They also fucked with his body was to much, they had used possibly every single torcher device on earth, for what? To break him? To make him stronger? He didn’t know.
He also knows he looks horrible, all he has on is a blood stained hospital gown with some boxers underneath, he’s also filthy all over. Even the underneath of his nails are caked in dust and grime.
The only time he gets changed is when they put him in an army uniform when they do ‘training’.
Whenever they take him to the lab he comes back with a new improvement within his powers making him even more of a weapon for them then before and about forty new injuries that only get healed when they give him some energy so basically he was stuck injured until they decided to give him some food or an adrenaline pump.
So he pretty much hated it when he went anywhere other than his cell even if he was stuck with his injuries, it was better than being stuck there with him.
He’d been here a while though and still haven’t made any more improvements on breaking out, which he’s pretty sure he won’t be anytime soon. But he knows they’re making him a weapon and then planning to clone his powers or something equally as evil and shitty along those lines. Every time they take his blood they write something down on a computer, label it and put it in a room behind, and he knows that they’ve been doing everything in their power to clone it and transplant it into other people’s DNA.
So to sum that up they were going to use him to wipe out the civilization. Cool. Super duper cool. Double, triple thumbs up.
Okay but seriously he’s pretty sure the only way to stop that If he dies and although it feels like that’s their goal he knows that the only way he’d actually end up dying here was if he did it himself which they once again wouldn’t let him do so he was in a boxed situation with no way or hope left.
He was one hundred percent screwed.
He scoots up in the furthest corner when they finally throw him back towards his cell (literally throwing him, they have no mercy :’( ). He has gashes that run along his side and face which are vigorously spurting out pools of blood ‘ maybe he’ll just bleed out?’ But he knows he won't, they'll stop it just before he does..
The pain comes and goes when he’s here but I think it’s more like I’m constantly in pain so it only hurts more if there’s any more genuinely serious damage to his body, but he usually avoids looking at it and tries to think of happy things like before he was Spider-Man and he would eat dinner with Ben and May and then go to the park or play checkers because they were old, and then even after he just became Spider-Man he could hang out with Gwen or Harry and they’d just talk are sit for hours never getting bored of each other and when he moved to midtown to get away from all the memories he would spend evenings reading with MJ and nights binge watching star wars with Ned.
He misses them so, so much.
Every single day is just a reminder that another day’s going to pass without them, that the world still spins even when you lose someone special to you.
It still doesn’t make up for the pain that hits him worse than the injuries and the new chemicals they force into his body, no this is worse. Realizing that you were never going to see them. That the last time you talked to them would be the last time you ever talked to them.
It was a horrible gut wrenching feeling that spiked into his insides.
He screwed up his eyes and cried silently into his palms, no one would come for him because he had nobody left.
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Tony stark's POV:
The plane is flying just above the HYDRA base and everyone gets into place, he watches as Harley stands next to him with a shit eating grin.
“You ready kid?” He asks Harley. It’s his first ever mission with the avengers and the kid’s bound to be a bit nervous of the severity of this particular mission.
It was one of HYDRA’s most important bases, it was set in Russia and was large and concrete surrounded by nothing but yards of barren land. They’d gotten the tip from an underground agent but all they’d gotten was the location and that’s all.
He turned and looked around at the other members
“Are you ready my other, more horrible children?”
He heard Steve scoff but the others just smiled at the sentiment before launching down.
“Let’s fucking take these bitches down!”
“Hell yeah!” Clint yelled before they jumped down, Clint and Harley taking the side doors, Clint and Natasha taking the front doors, Thor was just doing his own thing and he and Steve were taking the other openings.
If everything went to plan this would work as smoothly and calmly as any other HYDRA missions.
Peter Parker’s POV:
It was cold, dark and most of all loud. So, so loud like it was bleating into his ears and ringing and it wouldn’t stop.
He clamped his hands down on his ears and ignored the protests from the wounds on his abdomen but the pain in his ears was so much worse it hurt and stinged and he felt like his ears would bleed out with all the pain that he was seething in him.
He didn’t know what was going on, he couldn’t think of anything to stop it.
Even when he knew he was being dragged out he couldn’t open his eyes and his ears felt like they were exploding. The concrete was being rubbed across his knees and the skin was peeling off.
He got thrown onto the floor (like he wasn’t In enough pain already), his chin smashed against the floor and warm breath hummed against his neck “kill them or I kill you маленький паук ” (little spider)
He didn’t move his body at all but turned his head to where the doctor stood, a large black Glock was pressed into his hands, “we have taught you so well, you must kill them just like we trained you to or you will betray us, your only family…” It’s almost as if the man thought he hadn’t tortured him for months, did he genuinely think that he had treated me like family? What a joke.
”Прояви себя, или я не проявляю пощады, когда убью тебя медленно и мучительно” (Prove yourself or I will show no mercy when I kill you slow and painfully) the man said with a warm smile
“It means I will protect you as long as you protect us маленький паук” (little spider) the doctor lies through his teeth.
He takes the gun and nods, the pain and venom thumping through his veins. Do they really think he’s that stupid?
He looked up.
And Oh.
The ringing stops, the pain stops, everything stops.
Wow, this was new.
It was Hawkeye. Otherwise known as Clint Barton, he was lovely and funny. He had a family, three kids to be precise and they’d worked together a couple times.
And he looks absolutely gobsmacked, he is holding out his arrow but he looks like he can’t tell who or what to shoot.
Ah he doesn’t need to worry about that, I’ve got that planned already.
He has one more thing to do before Hawkeye shoots him.
Then he could die at peace. Finally.
He holds the gun up in-line with Clint and can see Dr. Abdulov grinning behind him before I swung my arms round and shot the doctor three times. The shock and horror on the man’s face only makes him scowl.
“гнить в аду, тупой ублюдок” (rot in hell you stupid bastard) he shouts as the doctor bleeds out, mouth trying to call for backup but before he can I shoot the doctor two more times in the stomach
“Those were for Camillia and my aunt.”
He shoots again him right in the forehead “and that one’s for me”
Relief flooded him as he realises that he won’t be in the doctors hands again.
He turns back around to see Hawkeye looking at him with a strange expression before dropping his bow “you a good guy?”
He nods but before he can react or say anything more awkward like “heeyyyy, it’s me the spider guy even though you don’t know me without the mask we drank coffee together once!” His knees fall weak onto the ground and the pain racks through his body. What a great time for his body to just give up on him!
Someone from behind lifts them into his arms and he can hear the sounds of voices wracking through the room but sleep also sounds kind of nice right now…
He shuts his eyes slowly and leans into the person’s arms. His spidey sense wasn’t making any noise so they must not want to hurt him.
It’s the safest he’s felt since he got there. He leans into the arms, he couldn’t tell if it was Clint or not but either way as long as they kept holding him he was completely a-okay with that.
God he hadn’t been held like this in forever and he was not complaining, his handler was finally dead, he wasn’t chained up and his spidey sense wasn’t blaring off in his ears, even his injuries were feeling numb.
Someone gently tapped his face and his eyes blinked open and he was face to face with a teenager(?) with dark hair and a look of uncertainty painted onto his face.
I looked towards his clothing which was replaced with an iron man-ish costume.
The sudden revelation of the stranger startles him.
He jumped off from the person's arms and held the gun he was holding before in front of their face.
“Holy smokes dude- please- mayb- ummm, will you please put the gun down?” They asked before raising his hands and slowly getting up
There was no way Peter was putting the gun down “who are you?”
“Me? Oh- I’m Harley, Harley Keener, ah- and you are?”
Oh.
So this was the famous Harley? The hottie of the avengers household who wasn’t fifty times his age? He mentally slapped himself for not noticing sooner, he was even wearing an iron suit for god’s sake! And Tony would always mention him at some point or another. Good grief it was so obvious.
He cringes and lowers the gun “sorry…”
Harley looks surprised and then relaxes slightly “what’s your name?”
“Peter.”
“Cool- um so you want me to carry you or something, you seem kinda unsteady over there”
It doesn’t last for long though because as soon as Peter tries leaning against the wall in a last attempt to act somewhat cool and not like he needed to be carried by Harley but instead his knees buckle and he passes out again.
He probably should’ve taken their offer.
Harley Keener’s POV:
He was panicking so much, Clint Barton was absolutely shell shocked at the kid in front of him who just shot (more than once) one of the HYDRA doctors and then proceeded to collapse literally three seconds later.
Not to mention he was absolutely tiny, skinny and covered in dried up blood and wounds.
He was terrifying, even when Clint had handed him the boy and told him to take care of him until he or one of the other Avengers came, and so he was holding the boy so he didn’t smack into the concrete and then instead of waking up and killing him he just snuggled in closer, like a needy cat or something.
Then he actually woke up, pointed a gun at him before completely throwing out the idea as soon as he said his name. The boy switched up so quickly right before falling unconscious.
He took his com and opened up the mic, waiting be damned
“Hey if anyone’s free I have a kid here who definitely needs some medical attention at some point and when I say at some point I mean right now.”
Tony replies first “sorry, kid it’s kinda hectic up top but we’ll be there as soon as we can.”
The rest are just murmurs of agreement through sounds of blasts and guns being fired.
Clint came through next and asked through the com’s “did you get any info on him?”
“He aimed a gun at my head but once I told him my name he lowered it and fell unconscious shortly after. The only other thing was his name.”
“And that issss-“ Tony asked
“Peter” he replies
“Wait- can you repeat that?”
“Peter?” He asks confused
“What does he look like?” Tony asked firmly he didn’t know why though.
Steve groaned through the mic “Tony this isn’t the time for chit-chat”
“shut the hell up captain underpants, this is important” Tony retorted
He carried on with the description, taking a look at the boy in his lap “Uhh- brown eyes, brown hair, a few freckles, a pretty short build and looks just older than fourteen.”
“Shit.” Tony whispered
“What’s wrong, is he dangerous or something?” He asked and pulled the gun out of the kids sleepy grip as he said the words, (better safe than sorry!)
“Shitshitshitshitshitttt- Harley, sweetie I’ll be there in a minute. DO. NOT. MOVE” Tony yelped before carrying another line of curses.
“Okay?”
He waits a few moments before Tony actually smashes through the wall and flies next to him.
Tony looks at the bundle in his arms and yanks of his helmet, taking Peter carefully into his own arms.
He hears Tony whisper apologies to the boy as he rocks him back and forth.
And then there are tears rolling down Tony’s face and he knows something’s wrong.
He watches as Tony wipes his eyes and stands up still cradling Peter in his arms protectively.
He hears him call through the com’s to the other Avengers
“Missions off, we’re going home right now. Call Baner and the best doctor we have to be there when we land”
“What!”
“Tony we can’t just stop the mission”
“Is that really necessary?”
And a number of other complaints about it were being shouted through his earpiece.
Tony spoke up again “if you’re not on board in ten minutes I’m leaving you behind.”
Oh boy, was Harley confused, first there’s this kid who got handed a gun and then just shoots the person who gave it to him, Clint buggered off and left him with the other teenager who didn’t shoot Harley in the head (though it was fairly close), they were also in a pretty wrecked condition and Tony stark apparently knows them or something along those lines, because not once in his life has he heard that Tony Stark had called of a mission for someone.
Even if this was the case he would never judge any of the Avengers decisions as they had practically adopted him.
So he ran along with Tony until they reached the aircraft with ease and minor interruptions (Tony had shot at anyone who tried to corner or shoot them)
Natasha and Banner were already there but were just sitting in the corner and chatting who quickly got disrupted by Tony dragging him over to Peter.
“I’ll answer questions later just please make sure he’s alright” Tony said to Banner in a meaningful tone, Banner nodded before checking down on Peter and vitals, grabbing bandages and wrapping up any exposed wounds just as Steve and Thor climbed through the doors, he watched as instantly the plane went up.
Bruce looked up at Tony who was still clutching Peter like his life was depending upon it.
“There are several deep injuries along his abdomen and sides as well as severe malnutrition and dehydration,also several of his bones are set in the wrong position. I’m surprised his wrists were supposedly working because of the inflammation and infections that are surrounding it and also his body is doing some pretty strange things… you might wanna take a look.”
Tony sighed deeply and ran a hand along his face before looking back over to Peter.
Me and The avengers stepped a bit closer as well and his jaw dropped open as he saw what Banner was talking about, the scars in his body were bubbling around the side. He grimaced and looked away.
“Yeah, no that’s… fine.” Tony looked mortified as he spoke the words “um- Fri could you please create a smoothie for Peter Parker?”
“Of course sir, would you like me to notify Ms.Potts that Peter has returned?” The bot replied
Okay so apparently Tony did know the kid, and Pepper.
He saw as Tony got handed two smoothies, one a brownish colour and another bright purple.
“Thanks Fri” Tony muttered before moving Peter slightly more upwards, attempting to coax the boy up but Peter didn’t move.
He sighs deeply before pinching right behind his ears on his neck and tightening the arms around him very carefully.
And then he understood because as soon as he pulled away Peter shot up from the floor right before stumbling right back down as he realized how much pain he was in.
Peter turned his head towards Tony and my guy looked like he had a full on aneurysm for a few moments before reaching over and prodding Tony Stark's face
“Mr.stark?”
“Hey kid…” Tony whispered
“I think I’m hallucinating.”
“You’re not.”
“Uhuh, really?” Peter whispered back
“Yeah, can you do me a favour? Could you drink this so you don’t y’know die right now?”
Peter nodded and obliged as the glass was pressed against his mouth and he slowly drank the liquid with shaky hands.
Everyone but Peter and Tony’s eyes widened as the scars on his sides twined together seeking the cut and only left a little scar in remembrance.
“Okay what the hell guys?” Said Clint breaking the silences
“Oh- yeah, guys meet Peter Parker. He was my personal intern and-“ he looks at Peter and whispers something in his ear which the other replies in some sort of version of a slurred ‘knock yourself out’
“This is also spider-man”
Everyone’s jaw was on the ground.
“WHAT!?” He yelled across the room, there was absolutely no way that this tiny, scrawny little kid was the amazing Spider-Man the one he had pictures of all over his wall (he wasn’t that mad, Peter was way hotter even if he was a bit mangeld it was definitely better than what he expected Spider-Man to be(but still this is CRAZY))
“Yeah… I tried getting him to stop because of the dangerous situations he was in, but look where that got him” Tony said softly playing with Peter hair as the boy went back to sleep.
“Hey, go back to sleep kid.” He whispers
The kid replies by throwing up and shaking “ohmygodimsorryitsjust-“ Tony cut him off and started wiping up the vomit with some cloths he got from Friday. Everyone watches in a state of awe and shock ass Tony carefully wipes the kid down and puts his jacket over top, when the mess is done Tony slowly pulls the both of them onto the seats as Peter passes out.
all he could think about was of ways he could make Peter feel better cause he sure as hell didn’t know the kid but he looked like a lost puppy and it broke his heart.
his stares where stopped as Tony asked if anyone had anymore questions
“UH YEAH” Steve half yells (though that’s not much of a surprise), half whispers (in respect to the kid) “How old is he and HOW on earth did HYDRA get their dirty hands on him?”
“Well he turned sixteen a month ago a-an-and t-they told me h-he just moved out of the state… ” Tony says, his voice slowly fading.
He speaks up “he’s sixteen? What happened to his guardian?”
“His aunt was his only family left, and if I’m guessing right she-“ a shower of grief ashes over Tony’s face “must’ve died…”
Everyone’s eyes go to Peter, the tiny sixteen year old with no family left and a HYDRA experiment for god knows how long.
HYDRA was going to be literally going to be nothing but ashes and flecks of dirt and trash when they got their hands of them again.
His heart clenches in his chest as he watches Peter drift in and out of consciousness throughout the journey, curled up with four different jackets on from anyone who had them (one of the jackets was his, it was his favourite but right now Peter was wayyy more important) and everyone was watching Peter and Tony with expressions of worry and discomfort.
This really became a shit-show didn’t it?
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When they arrived Peter was rushed to the medical facilities by Tony and the rest of them filtered out onto the common room couches with bags of pretzels and chocolate chip cookies.
“So was anyone else aware that Tony had a kid prodigie that had been kidnapped by HYDRA and also happened to be Spider-Man?” Steve asked them while avoiding eye contact and munching on some Twix bars.
“Not a clue.” He replied
“Even I didn’t know” added Natasha
“also Steve please don’t get your spandex in a twist, Stark probably didn’t even realise it would be worth mentioning.”
Harley nodded and Steve pouted loosing his all captain American superiority and looking like a toddler who just got their candy taken off them.
“And he probably didn’t want Harley to start eye fucking him whenever he came round”
Harley was not nodding anymore but throwing pieces of wrappers and pillows at Clint.
“HEY! I was not eye-fucking him!?” He complained but they just rolled their eyes.
“Do not fear Harley we all know about your ‘small’ crush with the man of Spiders” Thor told them before walking off and going to the kitchens to raid the whole ass pantry.
“GUYS I ONLY LIKE HIM BECAUSE OF THE GOOD THINGS HE DOES!” He yelled trying to defend his dignity (it was not working, he had none left)
“Sureee you do” He growled at Clint as he talked “ANYWAYS, I’m excited for the kid to wake up, Spider-Man seemed like a stand up fella when I met him”
They all agreed before switching on a Disney movie and eventually falling asleep to the sound of the lion king in the background whilst they were are curled up against each other despite that this was a fifteen person couch.
It would only get better from here.