Superior Spiderman has ruined the life of Peter Parker both as a hero and a normal human.
He is accused of crimes he never committed and convicted to jail time in the maximum security, The Raft. This major event has changed his life forever and nob...
In the sterile, cold walls of the Raft, Peter sat slumped in the interrogation room, his remaining handcuffed to the metal table in front of him. The orange jumpsuit he wore hung loosely on his frame, the sleeve where his left arm should be, now a hollow, ghostly reminder of the limb he'd lost. A black eyepatch covered his left eye, hiding the damage that still haunted him every time he saw his reflection.
His head hung low, his body riddled with slow-healing injuries, the remnants of another fight he had picked with the inmates...an outlet for his anger and frustration. The cuts were knitting back together, but not fast enough. The pain still burned beneath his skin.
Suddenly, the door clicked open. Peter's head snapped up, his expression dark and weary. Two figures entered...one of them, a face that had been both an ally and a constant reminder of his fall from grace: Maria Hill, former director of S.H.I.E.L.D., her posture rigid and unreadable. The other was equally familiar, but more unsettling...the blonde telepath of the X-Men, Emma Frost. Her icy demeanor and sharp gaze made Peter tense even more.
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Hill's eyes scanned Peter quickly, taking note of his bruises, the half-healed gashes. She raised an eyebrow but didn't comment on it immediately.
"Got into another fight, I see," Hill remarked dryly. "Still finding ways to blow off steam."
Peter said nothing, his jaw tightening as he stared at the table, his fingers curling into fists. Hill nodded as if expecting no less and turned toward the door.
"We'll start the session now," she said, more to Emma than to Peter. "I'll give you two some space." With that, Hill stepped out, the door closing behind her with a soft thud, leaving Peter alone with Emma. From the observation room, Hill watched through the one-sided window, her gaze unwavering as the two figures inside sat in silence.
Emma's heels clicked softly on the floor as she approached the table, her expression unreadable but not entirely without pity. She stopped in front of him, her cool blue eyes locking onto his, and offered a faint smile, though it didn't reach her eyes.
