Peter Stark

Chapter 24 - Hydra

When I woke up, I was tied to a familiar table. I started to hyperventilate. I was back in the experimentation room at Hydra. I started to struggle against the leather bindings, barely remembering not to use my strength.

“Ah, ah, ah,” a familiar voice tutted. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

I looked around for the first time and spotted him standing beside Clint, who was chained to the ceiling a few yards to my left. His feet barely touched the ground as he dangled.

A noise of protest escaped me as I saw the state my uncle was in. He was shirtless, allowing me full display of the majority of his injuries. He was covered in bruises and blood that leaked from many cuts made to his person. The Doc held up a remote that clearly controlled the shock collar around his neck.

I immediately stopped struggling. Even if Clint hated me, I couldn’t allow him to get hurt further. “What do you want from me?”

The Doc removed the knife and approached me. “I want my asset back,” he said. He pulled out a syringe of red liquid and stuck it in my arm.

As the liquid entered my veins, I cried out in pain. It felt like I was burning from the inside out. I could handle a lot of pain, but this was almost too much. My vision blurred and I struggled to remain conscious.

When the burning subsided and I could see again, I saw the Doc grinning triumphantly. “How are you feeling, Angel?” he asked. “Though, it seems Angel won’t fit any longer.”

My brow furrowed in confusion until I glanced at the one way observation window that doubled as a mirror for me. My eyes were a blood red and my skin had turned paler. I was more like a vampire or a demon than an angel. “What did you do?” I asked.

The Doc smiled condescendingly. “I’ve perfected you. You are now the true personification of death. You are now, truly, Mors.”

“No, he’s not!” Clint protested. “He is not your minion!”

The Doc smiled and ran a hand through my hair. “Oh, but he is. He’ll do whatever I say, won’t you, Mors?”

I looked at my uncle before nodding, my eyes hardening. I couldn’t let him get hurt because of me. “Yes, Doctor.”

“Good. Now, you will follow me for training. You need to learn to use your new abilities.”

Obediently, I followed him to the training room, where several other assets were training. They all stopped when we entered and saluted the Doc, some looking more miserable than others while doing so. It wasn’t hard to determine who was not there willingly.

“Everyone back to work!” the Doc barked.

Everyone immediately turned back to what they were doing and my eyes caught on a young boy. He looked to be around ten. When our eyes met, my Spidey sense went off, but not in a bad way. More like… in recognition.

The Doc noticed me staring and smirked. “Yes, we perfected that serum that we thought failed on you.” He raised his voice and called to the boy, “Spider, come here.”

The boy came over and saluted the Doc, though he had a dull look in his eyes that told me he didn’t want to be there.

“Mors, you will be training Spider in his abilities. After all, you have the same powers. You will begin his training tomorrow. For now, you will train your own new abilities.”

I nodded curtly and watched the little boy. He had dark skin and curly dark hair. He was scrawny, but I knew he was strong, just like me. He was watching me curiously. He was dismissed and scampered back to his training.