𝐴𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 - Peter Parker

54.

My eyelids felt as if they were rocks, when I finally summoned the strength to lift them up. The first thing I saw was my feet tied to the legs of the chair I was sitting in. My right leg was red and purple and had a deep cut on the side of it. It thumped as if my heart had mystically moved down there and just pumped blood from there instead of from my chest. My head was heavy but I lifted it up, so it was relying on my neck to be stable. There were four lights in the room, each one in the corners of the small squared room. A heavy looking  door was placed to my left with the Hydra logo engraved next to it. "Fuck," I sighed and closed my eyes again. I had completely forgotten about the whole incident with the mission. 

The small red light by the door suddenly lit green and the thick door opened up. In came two guards and a man in a suit. He had that typical 'prick' look exactly like in the movies. His hair was almost completely grey and a few wrinkles were placed around his eyes and forehead. "I see you've awakened," he simply says, as he walks up in front of me, the two guards a step behind and on each side of him, as if he needed protection. My hands were literally locked with some super handcuffs, cause I could not move them even an inch, and my legs were strapped to tight to that ridiculously uncomfortable metal chair, that it dug into my skin. "I'm sure you're confused as to why you're here," he then said as I had been busy inspecting him instead of answering. 

"I know who you are," I answered and raised my head a little higher, so I had direct eye contact with him. "Just tell me what you want from me," I sighed and let go of his eyes to glance down at my leg that was slowly getting numb. He took a step forward with a smug smile on his face, but he then grabbed my hair and pulled me head back, making me grit my teeth together as he hovered over me.  

"Don't get on your high horse little girl," he hissed dangerously close to my mouth. I didn't dare to look other places than his eyes that were basically raging with fire. I kept wondering whether he angry or if was he just a huge jackass. Probably both. "I'll get my answers and I'm gonna get them from you. No matter what it takes," his breathing slowed down and he let go of my hair. I was confused by the sudden change in his behavior, but I didn't let it show. He brushed himself off very briefly and then straightened his back. "We'll have a nice talk tomorrow," he casually articulated and exited the room with his two guards. 

I had nothing to do but wait and pray for them to come fix up my leg, before it got infected. 

The next day had come without me noticing. I didn't have any sense of time in there, since there was no natural light and no clock of any sort. The same man came into the room, but with another set of guards than the one's from the day before. "Very well. Let's begin," he formally said, standing in the same spot as yesterday. He then pulled out a screen the size of an iPad, but more high-tech. "First off I need you to tell me who..." he clicked the screen and turned it to me. "This is," he said and pointed to the image on the screen. I swallowed a big lump in my throat as I saw the red Spiderman suit wrapped around Peter's body. 

"Don't know," I answered, my voice hoarse from having not eaten or drank anything for 24 hours. He sighed and slid his finger across the screen, showing a new picture of me with my mask off holding my hand on Peter's cheek as he still wore the mask. 

"I need a name," he then said in a demanding way that didn't scare me at all. I wasn't about to let them take Peter just because I was tied up in a chair. No fucking way.

"I don't even know his name. I've met him a few times but he's never taken off the mask," I irritatedly answered looking away from the screen and down at my thighs. A weird and uncomfortable silence filled the room before he dug something up from his pocket. 

"Come on in," he said and a radio scratch sounded right after, proving that he had given the order to someone outside the door. Not even ten seconds after he had given the message the door opened and a wheel cart was rolled in by a small man, dressed in a classic white lab coat. I forced my eyes to look down at what was on the cart and my heart almost stopped beating. Several scalpels in different sizes, scissors, forceps all placed neatly in order on the table. My chest began moving rapidly up and down as I starred at the table with wide unblinking eyes. "Now let's try again," he uttered as he held his hand over the table, struggling to choose. He then reached his hand down and picked up the second biggest scalpel.

He sat down on the armrest on the chair and sighed as I looked straight forward. Slowly his hand moved my hair behind my shoulder. His touch made me want to barf in his face. He gently grazed the blade down my neck making me raise my chin in a desperate attempt to get as far away as possible. "How did you get your powers?" he asked casually while pushing the blade further against my dirty skin. He then removed it and sighed. "You might as well tell me, or I'll have to do some serious damage," he made a pouty face mocking my state, so I threw my head back and head-butted him very hard right in the nose. His pathetic scream as he took to his bleeding nose, made me smile in satisfaction. The smile was soon gone as he then threw a punch so hard, I could almost hear my lip split open and almost instantly I could taste the blood on my tongue.

"I'm not telling you shit," I mumbled and spit out some of the blood from the cut on my lip. He held a paper towel to his nose as he looked down on me. 

"Yeah we'll see," he uttered as he walked for the door. 

"Might as well kill me now!" I yelled after him right before the last of the guards closed and locked the door behind him. The lights were turned off, so I was surrounded by nothing but darkness. "Did you hear me!? Just fucking man up and kill me already!" I screamed as I shook my whole body in the chair, but there was no point in even trying to break free of the chains they had locked me up in. I was so thirsty and hungry. I was cold. My leg was shaking from the pain of the deep cut. Worst of all I just wanted to go home. 

I wanted Peter. 

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