Parley Oneshots

HYDRA's Project

30/07/2021

TW: I don't really know tbh, but it's kinda sad ig...

Summary - Peter was taken by HYDRA when he was young, that's how he got spider-powers, instead of the radio-activeness. He has a metal arm bc ✨y not✨. He has trigger words which are spoken in Russian in order to trigger him:

-Pитм (Rhythm)

-городок (Town)

-беседа (Conversation)

-Семь (Seven)

-задний ход (Reverse)

-дом (House)

-смысл (Sense)

-двенадцать (Twelve)

-люфт (Backlash)

[I used Google Translate for all the Russian, so I'm sorry if any of it's wrong :)]

Also this one may not have very much Parley it's mostly an identity reveal :D

Peter POV.

Something felt off today. I was currently at school and trying to figure out what might be different. Maybe I just forgot to lock the door... yeah, I think that's it.

I returned my attention to Mr. Harrington as he continued about Quantum mechanics.

"BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!" The bell rang, deafening my enhanced senses and I packed up my stuff, heading to PE.

We had a substitute today, which I didn't really mind, but that was until I walked closer and my Spidey-senses exploded. (He's Brock Rumlow from the pics above but pretend he never got found out and Peter never met him or smtg)

Oh no.

I elected to keep an eye on this guy, so I got Dronie to give me a live feed of recording him while i headed to the changing rooms.

We were doing swimming this term, and to hide my metal arm I always wore a long-sleeve rash-vest in the pool. I hunted around for it in my bag but came up empty.

Oh no.

I quickly stuffed everything back in my backpack and cautiously approached the teacher, silently calling Dronie back as I did so.

I cleared my throat. "Um, sir?" I squeaked, trying to ignore my senses which were telling me to GET. OUT. NOW.

The substitute turned to look at me, and fear washed over me. He raised his eyebrows, asking me to go on.

"Er.... I can't go in the water... today."

He narrowed his eyes, "And why not?"

"I... I don't have my rash-vest."

He scoffed. "That's no reason, Parker, go get changed."

I jumped back a little when I realised that he knew my name, and scampered off.

I searched through all of my bag, looking for something that could cover my arm, anything, and all I found was my Midtown Decathlon team hoodie.

I quickly chucked it on and, filled with dread, made my way to the class.

A number of people snickered and raised their eyebrows when I exited the changing room with a hoodie on, Flash included; but they all quietened down when the Teacher, who introduced himself as Mr. Anderson, started speaking.

"Alright, today you will be doing relays, here are your teams," handed out a list to a few people, "And your first swimmers have already been picked for you."

I internally screamed when Abe called me saying, "Peter, you're our first swimmer, you're against Jason, Flash, and Cindy, swim fast." He gave me an awkward thumbs up and I began to panic.

My panicking was interrupted when Mr. Anderson barked, "Parker, take that damn sweatshirt off and get into position!"

I saw that I had no choice, everyone was looking at me expectantly, and so, hands trembling, I pulled the jumper over my head.

People were mostly just gasping and pointing, staring with flabbergasted expressions.

But the Coach was different.

He looked as though his suspicions had been confirmed, and almost relieved.

He approached me, and time seemed to slow down, his footsteps echoing around the pool's cavernous space. Thump, thump, thump.

His face was ten inches from mine when he spoke:

"Pитм."

Pain erupted through my body as I tried to resist.

"городок."

My knees buckled and I collapsed to the floor, gripping my hair.

"беседа."

Tears streamed down my face; it was only getting worse.

"Семь."

I thought I heard myself scream but the blood in my ears drowned out almost all noise but the words.

"задний ход."

It hurts, it hurts, make it stop.

"дом."

I felt it. The Winter Spider was here. No! I pushed back and buried him under again.

"смысл."

He pushed through.

"двенадцать."

The Winter Spider was winning. I couldn't stop him.

"люфт."

Nothing.

Peter's eyes flicked open, but they were no longer the warm brown of Peter Parker, they were the empty steel brown of the Winter Spider.

The class stared in a deafening silence as their classmate spoke in an emotionless voice: "Ready to comply."

[Ik Bucky always says that last bit in Russian but I felt it was more effective in English in this case]

So. I know this is supposed to be Parley but I liked it so yeah :3