Underoos

Hydra's base:

Cold sweat glistened on Peter's furrowed brow. With hands clasped tightly in front of his stomach, he constantly fiddled with his knuckles, weaving his fingers in and out of each other. His head was bent trying to avoid the obvious glare of the red light flashing just opposite him. Legs tense and the hairs on his arms pricked up in awareness. The teen's breathing was rapid and shallow. His pulse pounded in his temples, speeding up each time another flash appeared on the recorder. Anxiety flooded his body taking over his senses.

His nerves were frayed to the quick. In building his anxiety, he constructed elaborate rationalizations for why everything would turn out alright, but still, the nagging voice in the back of his mind spoke of nothing but doom ahead. The camera killed any chance of hope for what was ahead. 

Peter Parker waited for any movement that would alert him. The process was like every day with the usual procedure yet the camera was different. Different was dangerous here. The sixteen-year-old was ready for the expected pain. He clasped his knuckles together while flexing his arms. The deep blue veins contrasted against his pale skin and his legs were taut against the leather restraints that were keeping him held.

As if a director was at the other end of the room snapping a clapperboard declaring action, Dr. Yahontov sprang into action. His legs strode out in front of each other in a menacing strut. His eyes stayed fixed at the camera lens and a twistingly pleasured look was presented on his face. Efficiently, his legs stopped and his body came to an abrupt halt just in front of where his experiment laid. His broad shoulders cut out Peter from the view of the camera while his hands clasped together just in front of his lab coat. The wrinkles were prominent on his forehead due to the bushy eyebrows that were lifted from his smile. The doctor's grey hair was neatly slicked back with a thick gel. The strong smell of the hair product mixed with the chemical fumes making an unpleasant smell that wafted into Peter's nose.

The older man looked rather like a twelve-year-old presenting a project that they had spent ages on and knew would win the science fair. His smug smile was crooked with pride and his posture was even straighter than usual. Smugness was written all over his body while a timid Peter laid nervously just behind.

"Good morning", Dr. Yahontov stated properly despite the peculiar situation. "I assume that you have all been questioning yourselves of the disappearance of one Peter Benjamin Parker, son of Mary and Ben Parker- both deceased. Taken in by May Parker after their both unfortunate deaths." He sarcastically stretched the last two words making Peter clutch his knuckles tighter. The pressure from his firmly pressed fingers made his skin turn a strawberry red.

"I see that after May Parker found out about the boy's alter-ego, spiderman, she kicked him out. Hhm." He gave a satisfactory nod before carrying on with the unfortunate timeline of Peter Parker.

A muscle twitched involuntarily at the corner of his right eye, his mouth formed a rigid grimace. He hated how much this man knew about him. Not only had he been stripped of his powers but also his privacy, his life.

"Now he is currently living in the Avengers Tower from the kindness of the billionaire Tony Stark. Otherwise known as Iron Man", Dr. Yahontov finished.

The blood in Peter's veins raced as the Hydra member's speech ended. Ideas flashed in his mind, each staging a version of what was next in Dr. Yahontov's well-thought plan.

"So, Mr. Stark, I have a proposition." The boy's breath caught in his throat as he heard the familiar name being called directly. Suddenly, all the pieces in his brain foxed together. This video was a direct address to Mr. Stark, they would send it to him. They are most likely to make sure that they can't be tracked from the message. But it's Mr. Stark, he can find him. Right? Dr. Yahontov had a proposition, about him? Peter's thoughts ceased as the doctor started to talk again, the boy was intently listening wanting more information.

"While we have him here we might as well get something more out of this than some ideas for further experiments and a messed up creature, that you call a child". Dr. Yahontov snorted at his joke while still looking into the camera directly, his body not moving at all.

"The boy, you can have him if you give us all private information on Stark Industries. We won't touch the boy any more if you give us the information. All of it. Just some digits here could save this pathetic boy. Would you do it? You and I both know that you want your boy back and you won't stop still you get him back. You should hear him mumbling about this family he has and how you and your group of overenthusiastic friends will save him. Cute..."

Dr. Yahontov bought up his left hand where a simple watch was wrapped around his wrist. He scanned the face of the clock taking in the numbers before dropping his arm down to his side.

"You have two days or we will go a bit more in-depth with our experiments on Spider-Boy here, we need some more information when he's unconscious." He playfully tilted his head.

"I think you might need a bit of persuasion. Well, let's not keep this poor boy waiting." The doctor finished his ominous paragraph with a twist of his feet so he now faced Peter, the camera only seeing his back. His body blocked the camera from Peter's view. The man kept his face neutral, but he was too smug. His lips twisted into a half-smirk as he thought about the money, the information, and the power he could receive from this. The s omall actionf a smug smile heightened Peter's nerves and blood rushed into his head making him dizzy.

Peter shut his eyes tight, the teen's eyelids scrunched up and eyebrows frowned down in concentration. As he would when the crime occurred in the neighborhood, he judged each of his options. When fighting crime there was usually a very prominent choice that Spider Man rushed into, however, this required more evaluation before a decision was made.

There were two ways he could play whatever bribe that was planned out for the spider child each with their pros and cons, each could lead to danger for both him and the Avengers. Shouting out and screaming a location was tempting but punishment was sure to befall either him or May. Is it selfish? He asked himself this question a lot in the time he had been captive. Was wanting help reasonable? The chance of May being given pain would have terrified the younger Peter, however, she had hurt him so much there was a part of Peter that wanted her to feel the torturing pain that she put him through. This hungry feeling was an unknown feeling that Peter rarely noticed and didn't choose to go with fairly often. He envied how easy that part of him could just forget. It was always a choice to go with that voice but the other conscience in his head would always direct him away. He couldn't be the reason why May dies, not when he had killed every last member of his family... He needed to protect her otherwise May would be right, all the deaths would be his fault.

Peter's decision was final. He continued to stay still on the metal slate with no emotion on his face and his body language giving away nothing. He would take what he was given in hope that he could keep his last relative alive. The superhero avoided the gaze of the older man for fear of showing him any of the anxious feelings that were running through his blood and ruining the promise he made with himself.

Dr. Yahontov slowly twisted his hands around his back so he could bring something out of the side pocket on his lab coat. His hands crept back around to the front this time carrying an object the size of a large hairbrush. The knife had a sharp blade attaching to an oak handle. Everything about the lethal weapon was precise. It was six inches of murderous steel and its handle had words of a foreignness language scribed into the cool oak. The sharp cutting edge morphed smoothly into the intricate hand. The shape reminded Peter of a thin dolphin fin that he would see in movies as they glided through the water their majestic fins cutting into the water.

It was no surprise to Peter that this weapon was so carefully decorated with unique languages and the blade looked patiently made with much passion. This type of design had become familiar to Peter over the last few days. Though how lethal this weapon looked it also was beautiful in a strange and dark way. It looked like something that would be put on display in the home of a grandma or grandpa. Despite its beauty, this did not disguise the opinions fact that this accouterment was death-dealing.

Dr. Yahontov weighed the knife in his dry hands, twirling it around so he could take in all of the object's design.

The sudden appearance of this artillery made Peter's face turn a deep shade of red and his fingers tightened around each other tighter. His breathing grew rapid and his whole body went tense. The boy held strength in his face with no emotion showing, the opposite to his body language that was giving away a lot. He repeated profanities in his brain while the doctor played around with the blade ignoring the shaking boy.

"So Stark, I ask you again. Give me the information I need and the boy lives. If not, don't think you will ever find his body for a funeral", Dr. Yahontov remarked, his body still facing towards Peter.

"I'm coming, Спайдер."

The knife met with flesh, soft and pudgy making a satisfying squish as it entered the superhero's skin. Peter's screams rattled around the room bouncing off the stone walls exaggerating the echo. A deep burns boiled on the right side of the teen's stomach. The burn seeped into his blood and traveled around his body making his whole body feel alight with an intense fire, one that wouldn't die. The doctor twisted the blade in his hands, all the while sinking the weapon deeper and deeper into the flesh of the sixteen-year-old. His skin was torn apart to shreds every time the knife was swiftly turned in Dr. Yahontov's large hands. The excruciating pain grew and grew with every movement, big and little. With no warning, he jerked most of the blade deeper into the skin on the boy making half of the shiny metal disappear inside of him.

The cry was piercingly loud making the guards and doctor's ears ache while Peter lay defenseless. The painful scream was then followed by several chokes. The superhero's face twisted into an agonizing look despite the force he was using to keep a face with no emotion. His forehead was crumpled up presenting deep forehead lines while his eyes were scrunched together and his mouth was producing a line of roars.

He felt the red liquid seep up into his throat. The sweet tang of blood overtook hits nostrils. With one last twist of the blade, the blood leaked around his teeth and over his fresh, cold lips, escaping from the teenage boy's grasp. The deep red ichor dribbled over his chin dripping down onto his greyish gown. As the fluid drained out of his body, his skin took on the pallor of a corpse. Peter lost control of his limbs until his head slumped down on to his shoulder acting as if it was too heavy for his neck to hold. He could still faintly hear but there was no control of his body. Like a ghost, he floated into a deep coma the blade still deep in his side.

After noticing the limp body helpless under the destructive grasp of the knife, Dr. Yahontov left the still boy. He walked closer to the camera lens looking into it with contentment.

"I'll be expecting the information soon, Stark", he declared directly into the lens, acting as if Mr. Stark was standing just in front of him.

Gradually he reached out his hand so it hovered just above the on/off button. He pressed down his finger and the red flash abruptly stopped signifying the end of the recording. 
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Hope you guys like this chapter- next one is going to be about the Avengers' reaction to this video.

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