I feel the refreshing water drops hit my skin. It's like rain; cold, comforting, and consuming. I look down at the red color puddle forming near the drain. My eyes followed the swirl it made before disappearing. Done.
I turn off the shower and quickly get dressed. When I get out, the guards lead me to Zemo's office. They opened the door. I viewed a pit of fire growing within Zemo. His facial expression told me something unfortunate occurred. Zemo, now aware of my existence, grabs a baton from one of the guards.
He walks closer to the Spider. Stomps echoed the room. Soon enough, Zemo grips the boy's hair and starts bashing his head on to the brick wall. As the teen begins bleeding profusely, Zemo proceeds to whack him with the baton.
By the end of the beating, the once black colored stick was now a red crimson color. The guards dragged the Spider out of Zemo's office and toss him into his room. Hours go by and the brunette woke up.
I gradually open my eyes, and rose to my feet. I trudged forward. When I stood ahead of the sink my hands twisted the knob. A rush of freezing water covered my palms. I scrubbed my face as much as I could to cleanse the blood off my skin.
Once I was done I closed the faucet, I turn towards the mattress. Usually the metal arm man would be resting, but today he wasn't sighted. I figured he'd gone on a mission so I got my mind off it. Although I payed no attention to it, the 6th sense gave a pricked signal.
Days had passed and The Winter Soldier still wasn't at the facility. Zemo had gotten more agitated. The man was like a ticking time bomb. No one knew when he would throw a rage fit.
It continued for months and by that time PTR Spider 8101 had come to a conclusion. The theory was that the Soldier had either went rogue or he was taken captive.
What was the evidence? Well, the first one was the fact that he disappeared. The next one was Zemo's constant irritated mood, with assigning more training and missions. Lastly, more security was placed in the building.
The Spider was confused. Deep down he felt a void devouring what was left of his mind. It puzzled the teen because he'd thought there had been nothing all these years. Generally the boy would find comfort in the void, but when it ate that piece of his mind he sensed a foreign feeling.
It's easier to quit than to try. Ultimately he'd shutdown and ended up exiting his body. Now PTR Spider 8101 was on auto-pilot.
A year later, and PTR Spider 8101 is going to New York City. This was going to be his first time going there. You'd think with so many missions he'd already visit the place. It's humorous that he's been to Chicago, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, Dallas, Washington, hell even Area 51! Yet he's never been to New York! Anyway, the brunette has a target located there. Zemo gave the Spider a file for it.
Name: Benjamin Franklin Parker
Age: 50
Location: Queens, New York City
Occupation: Police Officer
The teen hands it back to Zemo. The man then presented a picture of the target. "Spider, you are to leave at 6:00 a.m. tomorrow. I expect you to report by Friday at 9:00 p.m. sharp. Understood?" "Yes, sir." PTR Spider 8101 replied.
Zemo dismissed the Spider. Two guard members guide the brunette back to his room. In his viewpoint it was odd that after all these years he still needed guards to lead him to the same door signed "клеточный блок" (cell unit).
Obviously it was to prevent him from escaping the facility, but don't they know he considered this home? He doesn't have any plans to leave. HYDRA provides him with everything, and the boy covertly believes he was born there.
The next day, Thursday, went as quick as a heart beat. It was currently 9:42 p.m. and the Spider has just started his search for the police officer. The teen received the home address at that moment. Once he typed it into the GPS he began shooting webs, slinging from building to building. After about an hour later he reaches his destination.
He realizes that he can't use a gun since it's an apartment. The Spider didn't want to attract the neighbors attention. When he arrives at the correct door number, he begins picking the locks. After a minute the door opened, and the teen stalked around.
Carefully he checked every room like the kitchen, dining room, sitting room, bathroom, and both bedrooms. Empty. No one else was there but him. He decided to wait until his target returned home.
The Spider took silent steps and sat on the grey sectional chaise sofa. He straightened his posture and clutched his stainless steel butterfly knife. 1:05 a.m.
Just as the brunette was about to stretch his muscles he heard the door handle rotate. Suddenly it stopped. The boy's super hearing heard a gun click. Then the door finally opened. The teen got into a fighting stance. Little by little the target arrived to the sitting room. The police officers flipped the switch and the light flashed on. The Spider tackled the man, making him drop his gun.
The kid's 6th sense warned him to slide right, so he instinctively went right. At that moment the target missed his hit with a taser. PTR Spider 8101 aimed for the neck, but the police officer blocked it mid air with his left hand. Blood splattered at the targets face because of how fast the blade pierced through his hand.
Before the Spider could retrieve the butterfly knife, the man spun and lunged to the gun. The teen stood up swiftly and stomped on the knife. The target let out a low pitched grunt. More blood dropped from the officers hand.
With speed the police officer tried sweeping the masked man off his feet by a kick. The teen jumped to dodge it.
By the time the old man grabbed the gun it was too late. The suited man drop kicked his face. A loud thud was heard. The target layed with his back to the floor. As the Spider tramped to it, a word was said. The police officer now noticed the symbol on the man's suit. A red skull with six tentacles.
HYDRA.
Tears streamed down the man's face.
"I-It wa-s HYDRA. M-May... Peter... I'm s-so s-s-sorry." Benjamin Parker faltered.
STAB.
The Spider killed the target before he could continue. He observed that the man gave him a look of... pity? Then the spark in his eyes vanished. The teen collected his blade, and with that left the apartment. 1:10 a.m.
Mission complete.
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Notes:
If you were curious to know what Ben was going to say it was...
"You unfortunate soul."
The reason is because Peter is going to live the rest of his life as a murderer. He's going to carry the burden of it, and in reality will never forget.
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