I could feel myself fading away the more days we were trapped and locked in the cell. I could only hope that Steve and the rest of the team were actually looking for us and would hopefully be able to save us.
I stay in the cell entirely. I never leave. They installed a toilet there for me to use the bathroom so I would never be able to see beyond the walls that close us inside. Peter stays with me for the most part, but he frequently gets taken away for testing and other experiments that I remember they did to him when they were locked in here before.
I was starting to get delirious from the hunger and odd behaviors of the guards. They paid me no mind, but Peter's life was in my hands. He ate and slept when I ordered him to, barely moving or talking regardless. I hated seeing him as such a lifeless figure.
He was nothing more than a mindless robot.
Every order I demanded of him, even if it was for his own good, made me want to swallow down a lump of nausea or hurl.
I can't see what they are doing to him, but I can hear its outcome. No screams leave his lips, not even a shudder, but I can see the pain riddling Peter's eyes. He may be the Spider right now, but beneath his internal and mental cage, Peter is still there. I am sure of it. And while he can't physically express anything, I see the pain he is in.
The pain he isn't allowed to show.
This is my second time being caught by Hydra. As though the decades I spent in this hellhole was not enough. The few years of freedom I gained was apparently not a suitable gift from fate and I was taken and brought back. With Peter.
With my son.
Every night, after Peter is brought back to our cell, I start whispering stories into his ear, hoping and begging that somewhere inside there Peter is listening and is able to grow stronger and break free.
"Boy, I need you to listen to me," I order, starting it off each time with a demand to get him to listen. The Spider does not listen to anything unless directly spoken to him. "You are Peter. I am James. I am your dad. I love you like your father after we were here together before. You escaped and found your real dad. His name is Tony and he is Iron Man. He is working so hard right now to find you. He will find you. There are also other people on the team. My best friend, Steve, is Captain America. Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow...."
And so on, every night, I would list to him his name, my name, and the name of everyone in the team. The story gets repetitive, but every time I say it I hope that I can trigger some sort of memory and get my boy back.
The shell of a person I have with me right now is not Peter. No, that is Hydra's manufactured weapon.
I need my son back.
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Sorry for such a short chapter! I know I usually write more, it's just I'm trying to show emotion in this one. I'm not really sure how well I did, but I'm just trying to show how much it's hurting Bucky to see Peter like this. I promise the other chapters will be longer! Sorry again lol and I hope you're enjoying my story so far!
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