Underoos

Peter exited out of his newly decorated room (all credit to Mr. Stark, Bruce, and Steve) in his Spider Man suit and a smile plastered on his face. He said his goodbyes and swung out of the window, entering the picturesque New York skyline.

He weaved through the mass of structures, occasionally stopping at randoms buildings to observe the city and see if any crimes came to light. There was little wind and the normally cloudy sky was fairly clear tonight, it was quiet, peaceful.

Peter suddenly heard a noise echo from the street just to the side of the building he was currently perched on and instantly he went into his superhero action. His arms swung round and a thick cord of web shot out and attached itself to one of the many windows, he latched onto the window and silently hopped down to the ground. The lone lamp post on the street flickered, not quite dead but definitely on its way out. A serious look dazed upon his face, he paid no heed to the light, the street, or the town.

The superhero looked around the edge of the one shop on this lane and focused his eyesight on two shadows in the distance. One was taller than the other but the other, smaller one, was gripped onto something... someone? The frequent sounds of mumbling and cursing became louder as he edged nearer and nearer to the action. He breathed in deeply not knowing why he was so scared all of a second. Spider Man had taken action on any crime, petty street crime to a flying man with a super-suit, he just didn't know why this was any different. It was like the terror-filled atmosphere had finally crept upon him and filled him with dread.

He jumped out from the side alerting the man and woman who had dropped someone against the side of the wall. The victim. The shadows were now people. The man stared deeply into the eye holes of Peter's suit and menacingly bared his teeth. The woman looked at him with a face of disgust and anger but Peter just focused on the woman behind them both. She was bent against a brick wall and had a terrified, deathly terrified look on her face. Her handbag was lying on the ground and the contents were spewed out on the ground.

"Hello, little hero", the man menacingly remarked.

"Hey, I would stay and chat but that woman does not look so good", Peter responded with sass.

Spider Man's saving instincts turned on as he focused on saving the woman from the duo that stood protectively in front of the victim. He stretched out his arms and quickly grabbed onto the lone lampost and swung his body around with his legs outstretched. The moment they made contact with the man he heard a sickening crack and he fell back while Spider Man quickly detached himself from the cold metal. He turned around to face the woman. She glared back and in a swift move she pulled out a gun from her black trousers.

"Good luck trying to knock down me", vocalized the hooded woman.

"Thanks for the luck", Peter wittingly remarked with a small smirk.

The barreled weapon clicked, indicating her uses for it, and she pointed at Spider Man's face with her arms pushed out away from her chest. Peter quickly spun to the side as the first bullet shot across the alley missing Peter by a fairly large measurement. The woman grimaced as she heard the bullet smash against a trash can and not human flesh.

Again, she swung herself around pointing at the moving blur of red and black who was heading to the victim who still slumped up against the wall. She wasted no time to aim. Three shots headed towards the superhero. All missing the teen. She cursed under her breath and tried again. One-shot. Missed. Two-shot. Missed. Three-shot. Hit...

Peter bent over forward a sudden sharp pain burst in his upper shoulder. His vision blurred. The pain took over his body as he bent over, his arm lying limp by his side. Pain infiltrated his blood and flooded through his body, making it limp, useless, and horrifyingly agonizing to move. His breath became rapid and his heartbeat quickened to a fast pace, his head was bent over and the surrounding blurred in front of him. Slowly, he looked up to take a look at the injury. His suit was torn at his bicep and thick red liquid covered the tear. His shoulder was caked in blood and the deep break in his skin hurt. Everywhere. He grimaced as he tried to pull himself up to a standing position, the pain heightened but slowly he managed to gain his balance.

"Not going to give up easily are you", she taunted.

The superhero teen had been shot a couple of times however every time the pain did not get any less strong and terror-filled. He hated the thought that metal was implanted in his skin and stopped his superhuman healing from taking place. The superhero would have to wait until after this showdown till he would be able to have the chance to take out the cylindrical metal bullet that was planted in his shoulder.

He retained focus of the woman who was now loading another set of bullets at the rear of the barrel and getting ready to aim at the superhero again. Peter tried to ignore the weaponry usage behind him but focus on getting the victim out of here before the situation got any worse.

It seemed like it should have been so simple. There was nothing inherently difficult with getting the woman out of here before more shots were fired. It was simple and straightforward enough that Peter could have done it any other day. And he did. There wasn't any difficulty and it was almost as if the woman was willing to let the victim go. She just stood there while Peter webbed himself over to the victim slumped against the wall, let him take her away from the scene. Let him do everything. It just seemed to easy.

After the victim was no longer present in the alley, Spider Man came back to face the woman who was stood there next to a wall. He could see her haunting face from the small light that was flickering from the lampost, she had her hands in her pocket and a rather casual manner about her. Her mouth folded into a crooked smile and her pupils grew bigger as she saw the famous superhero come back to her, again. She reached out her long, skeleton hand and slid it behind her.

Peter was confused, baffled. He repeated the same thing to himself trying to slow down his heart that was beating rapidly from the haunting atmosphere and the pain that was spreading from his shoulder. 'Don't be scared. The things out there that are unknown aren't scary in themselves. They are just unknown at the moment. Find out what she is doing. Then the world will be a much less scary place for you.'

She bought out her arm from behind her bringing a large rod of metal with her. She grinded her teeth and bought up the metal rod to near her head, pressing a button at the bottom of the handle. The rod sparkled with electricity, lightning-like figures danced around the metal and circled the baton in an enchanting manner. Enchanting yet dangerous. Peter gulped.

"Not so confident are you now Spider", she observed with a sinister smile.

It wasn't quite yet time to panic. There was still time to salvage the situation. At least that is what he was telling himself. The reality was that it was time to panic and there wasn't time to salvage the situation, but he continued to delude himself into believing there was. She still had the gun, he reminded himself, and with the electrical baton, Peter was in even more danger. His shoulder was dragging him down and sleep threatened his body.

It took all the energy he had to run at the woman with a strength that could knock her down. He flung his arms out and pushed his legs forward, crying out a rather weird battle cry from the pain and trying to focus his energy. He made contact with the woman, knocking her over before she could use any of her weapons against him.

Spider Man produced a quick smile at his success, but she did not stay on the ground for long. She jumped up at an astonishing and rather worrying face. She made the sabre light up on last time.

"You are a nuisance. Aren't you?" She murmured under her breath, catching the attention of Spider Man who was heavily breathing in the corner of the alley.

She ran forward and flung herself at the teen. Peter could have moved, he would have moved, but his shoulder was in more pain than ever now and he felt faint with exhaustion. She bought down the baton so it was at the same level as Peter's chest, her arm trusted forward. The baton made contact with Peter's suit...

Colours bounced around in his head. They mixed and threaded themselves together. Even colors that had no business being together. They were all one, yet distinctly separate at the same time. Unbearable pain burned through his body, he felt alight with fire and this fire would never die. The electricity flowed through his veins and flooded his entire body into a mass of pain, burn, and exhaustion. His eyes threatened to close as the aching pain became almost unbearable.

"Go to sleep now Спайдер."

The last words he heard before a pit of darkness swallowed him and dragged him away from the flood of emotion and agony. His brain shut off and his body became numb.

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Peter slowly gained consciousness and his vision cleared up from the messy blur that he use to see. He stretched out but a tug pulled him back down onto a hard surface, he looked to the side and quickly realized why he could not move anywhere. Tight, leather straps covered the wrists of Peter's wrists and ankles restraining him from any movement that was outside of three center meters.

He felt a dull ache at the back of his skull bubble into something bigger as he became more and more conscious of where he was and his surroundings. The hard surface he was lying on was a large metal slab that was lifted from the ground with little metal legs with wheels on the ends. Barriers stood at the side of the 'bed' making it even more impossible for Peter to go anywhere. The rest of the room was rather dull and had very little furniture inside, however, there was a wooden chair placed ta the end of the metal slab that Peter laid on.

"Hello?", Peter croaked out feeling rather foolish as he knew that no one else was in the room and from his perspective there looked like there was no entrance or exit to the room.

To his surprise, a burst of light shinned through the room, and the familiar sound of a door hinging open came from behind the boy. A man walked out from behind him, startling Peter, he did not realize that there was a door behind him and he certainly did not realize that anyone else was here.

The man had a crooked smile and deep brown, almost black eyes, that stared into Peter's skull almost like it was trying to look inside. His neck was long like a turtle and above his lips, he wore a thick mustache that bent up at the corners. His many wrinkles emphasized his age and a deep scar that laid just above his left eye gave the face some character. He had a white lab coat with a high collar that covered half of his neck, there was a label placed on his chest with messy writing scribbled across. Peter squinted his eyes trying to focus on the writing, it came into focus and Peter read the words scrawled across. Dr Yahontov.

"Hello Спайдер", the doctor remarked as he turned around to face the door behind Peter once again.

Peter did not respond but studied the man who was about to leave the dull room. His lab coat draped down just above his feet and on the right shoulder was a symbol. It was a skull with six identical tentacles coming out from the bottom, spreading out to fit inside the black ringed circle.

Hydra.

Peter quickly realized where the symbol was from and tugged on the restraints, hoping to get out of whatever mess he had gotten into so easily. His screams and shouts were cut off by a soft voice that echoed around the room, the source of the voice being behind Peter.

"Petey?"

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This is a pretty long chapter and there is a lot more to go on this situation (as you can see from the cliffhanger)

Hope you guys liked this chapter and I would love to hear any feedback, ideas or anything!

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(sorry that I have not updated as frequent as usual but I've just had a lot on (: )