*NATS POV*
I had a shroud over my head and I was being dragged by the arms, I was chucked into a pitch black cell, they flick on a light and i see a man holding himself into a ball sobbing "have fun Засранец" I look at him as he closes the door, I stumble up before hobbling over to the wall and laying against it trying to rest.
*the next day*
*PETERS POV*
I wake up and push my face off against the concrete of the cell, I see the woman they threw in yesterday sitting looking at me "h-hi" I say lifting my arm up in a half wave "what's your name?" she crosses her legs and puts her hands together "before or after hydra kidnapped me?" I say bitterly "preferably before" she says "Peter, Peter Parker" I say hesitantly "natasha romanoff, Nat for short" she says holding her hand out, I push myself forward and shake her hand "nice to meet you" I say, I look at her and butterflies invade my stomach, her fiery red hair glistens in the small amount of light in the room, I stop admiring as a knock at the cell door pulls, me out of my trance "prisoner 62, get up" they say barging into my door and grabbing me by the wrists, I look at Nat and see a glint of terror in her eyes, they drag me to a lone room with a single camera in it and a chair, they strap me into the chair and slap my face mockingly, a man holding a briefcase comes in and looks at the camera probably telling them to record or something, he kneels and opens a briefcase which contains a metallic grey gun with a lava orange drug inside "project SPDR, test number 1" I try to escape but to no avail, he takes the gun out and slowly walks up to me, he presses the cold metal to my vein and pulls the trigger, I feel the liquid coarse through me, he leaves the room as I feel the drug effect me, change me, I feel my blood boil as a nauseous feeling takes over causing me to throw up all over the floor, I see my veins bulge out of my skin and turn the same lava orange as the drug, I let out a scream of agony before passing out.
*NATS POV*
I patiently wait for this Peter to come back, I didn't know him that much but some part of me was intreaged by him, I see the doors open as they chuck Peter in, he was convulsing and his veins were bulging out, he has blood shot eyes and you could see an entry mark of a drug injector on his left wrist right where his vein is, he let's out occasional inaudible mumbles as he winces as I sit away from him feeling awful that I couldn't help, after 5 minutes that felt like hours he wakes up and starts sputtering as he regains his bearings, he looks at me with his bloodshot eyes before letting out a pained groan as his veins glow a bright orange which illuminates the whole room "what'd they do to you?" I say concern lacing my voice "injected me with some drug, not s-sure what but whatever it is, I hate it" I chuckle lightly as he sits up and grins looking into my eyes, I blush but the darkness of the room covered it up pretty well "you lot, dinner!" the guard says sliding a tray with two small glasses of water and 2 pieces of bread, I see him cover his ears in pain, I look at him and lift his face to see what's wrong "is it just me or did he speak a lot louder than usual?" he says slowly removing his hands from his ears "n-no?" he winces again "what the hell is happening to me" he mutters to himself, I slide the tray over to us and hand him the piece of bread "t-thanks" he says taking the bread "no problem" I say giving him a small smile, we eat the food and drink in a short amount of time, we use a stone to play noughts and crosses before a man comes up to the door and announces it was lights out, I lay against the cold concrete floor and use my arm to rest my head on as I rest, I lay there unable to sleep since Peter would occasionally yell out in pain as his body would glow orange and illuminate the room, I crawl over to him since I was too tired to walk normally, I wrap an arm around his shoulder to his chest and say quietly "everything's alright, I'm here" I say as he mutters a small "thanks" before falling asleep.
*PETERS POV*
I wake up in nats arms and slide out of them, I feel the burning from yesterday, it was continuous now but it had mellowed, I graabed the stone we used to play noughts and crosses and start scratching on the wall, I see the tray of food slide under but I don't give in and keep scratching, I end up making a rough lay out of the facility and potential escape points.
*NATS POV*
I wake up and see Peter working on something on the wall as I reach over for the bowl with cold porridge in it and start eating, he sits down with me and starts eating as we talked about whatever was on our mind "so what's that on the wall?" I say "it's a plan" he says as if it's obvious "a plan for what?" I say "a, plan for our escape"
Hey everyone, hope you enjoyed this, this idea was by rubydragon101 so thanks to them, you can expect the next part in 2-3 days.
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