Remember How We Met? (Mama Spider fanfic)

Chapter 6

A/N: Sorry it took so long for this chapter to come out,  I was on track but then I got sick so I have been resting most of the time, but now that it's here I hope you all enjoy it! I also want to thank you all so much for 1,000 views, it's a dream come true.  Also a trigger warning for murder.

Okay back to the show.

Winter-Spider's POV:

I'm training to become the greatest assassin that ever lived.  Once I am given my first assignment, I will show them who the real Avengers Level Threat is.  I will show no mercy and take no prisoners.  The general walks in with one man who seems to be married, since he is wearing a ring.  The general throws the gun at me, and I know what I must do.

Peter's POV:

Is this my life now?  Am I forced to sit in a never room of blackness that I am led to believe is my new home? The only way to know what's happening is if I close my eyes. Then I see what I am doing.  The only thing here that is keeping me sane is well.... nothing.  I just want everything to go back to normal.  When May and Ben were still alive, I wasn't homeless and trapped in my own subconsciousness.  My brain could have at least given me my phone to pass the time-OH MY GOD MY PHONE!  I left it at Avenger's Tower and if they find it, they could find out I'm Spider-Man!  Okay deep breaths Peter, they could think it's anyone's phone.  God I wish I could just be me again.  I close my eyes to see what I am doing.  I see something I would never wish to do.  I am killing an innocent man for training.  OH MY GOD, WHY!?  I curl up into a ball and start crying, well sorta crying, since this is in my head. Wait, why is my main body's vision getting blurry? Is it starting to cry? Is my emotion slightly controlling, and I mean SLIGHTLY  controlling my body?  If I can somehow make my emotions even stronger to get back in control? Oh, I was just putting in some eye drops.  If I could describe how I am feeling I would say: I live in Spain without the S.  Ok, here's what I need to do.  I need to find out how May was involved,  I need to get back in control of my body, and I need to find out where I am. To figure out where I am, I should probably take advantage of  my surroundings.  I am obviously on Planet Earth, the air is thin, so I am guessing I am on a mountain.  Mountains are in almost every country so I could be literally anywhere.  But a few countries don't have mountains, so I can knock those countries off the list of possible locations.  Who am I kidding, I'm never gonna be free again, my new home is the equivalent to a prison. It is possible to escape prison though.  

Black Widow's POV:

On the Quinjet, I'm anxiously tapping my foot on the floor.  If Peter really is Spider-Man, then he is in a lot of danger.  Bucky says that when he was under HYDRA's control, he would see everything he did and not be able to do anything about it.  Even if I don't know Peter that much, he still seems kind.   I do know Spider-Man, and he is very sweet.  If they are the same person then he will be traumatized about what he's doing.  Actually, I think anyone would be traumatized if they did that.  

"FRIDAY, how long until we get there?"  I ask, even though it makes me sound like a child.

"A few more hours, Ms. Scary Assassin Lady."  Replied FRIDAY.

God I hate that nickname, if Tony doesn't change it when we get back, he won't like what he sees in the mirror the next morning.  

I decided to take a nap, but when I fell asleep all I had was another nightmare.  I was back in the Red Room, and I was in a dark room when a child came in.  The child was probably close to two years old.  I decided to save the child by helping him escape.  But Madame B. spotted us and shot me and then pointed the gun at him and then-

I woke up covered in sweat, this wasn't a nightmare, it was a memory.  A child was taken from his family to become an assassin.  It was odd since the Red Room trained girls.  I survived that night but I never saw the kid again after that.  It wasn't that hard for me to fill in the blanks.  

Clint saw me startled, so he decided to talk to me.

"Let me guess, you had a nightmare?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"How could you tell?" I joke.

 "What was it about this time?"

I explained the nightmare to him, from the dark room to Madame B. spotting us.

"And you say that was a memory, why didn't you tell me about this before?"  He asked.

"You have kids of your own, I didn't want you to feel bad about a kid who was shot in cold blood."  I respond.

"That's a good point."

Peter's POV:

I did it, I finally found a way to not be bored!  It's called counting until you don't know what the next number is.  Yeah, that's still lame.  God I hate my life.  Could my brain at least give me a football or something?  Being here reminds me of that time I was taken from May and Ben.  I don't remember anything from that because I was two. They did tell me what happened though. Apparently I was kidnapped and kept from them for a week. But one day the door was knocked, and I was sitting on the front porch with a cast around my arm.  They saw someone watching them in the corner of their eye, so they presumed that they were the person who brought me home.  I wonder if that's how Ms. Adult Orphan feels or.... NED!  How could I forget about Ned!?  How does he feel right now?  Does he still consider me a friend?  I need to find a way out of here right now!