The Spider and The Flame (Peter Parker)

Part 3 - Prison

My eyes open at the sound of a door slamming. My head is throbbing, it's the type of headache that radiates in your eyebrows and makes you nauseous. That Spider kid hit me in the head with a suitcase. What an asshole.

I slowly adjust to the bright lights over head and take in my surroundings. I'm in a straight jacket, submerged to the neck in a tank of water. Smart thinking, Stark. The cell I'm being held in is just large enough to hold the water tank, with a wall of (probably bulletproof) glass in front of me.

"Hello??" I yell, cringing at the pain radiating in my head. I probably have a huge bruise on the side of my face.

"Princess is finally awake" I hear none other than Sam laugh, probably in a similar cell to my left. "You've been out for a day and a half"

"Where are we? What happened?" I ask, squinting my eyes closed at the lights and sounds making my headache worse.

"We're in jail. Steve and Barnes got away, Tony went after them yesterday." Sam replies in a depressed tone. "You teenagers can sleep through anything, I swear. You've evaporated two of those tanks already."

"Sleeping is a talent of mine," I laugh. "Why keep us in solitary?"

"To keep us from escaping. The world doesn't trust us all together" Wanda yells out from across the room of cells.

Hearing a nearby door slam again, I look towards the source of the sound. In that all-too-familiar red and blue suit, Spider-Man walks into the room, head held high and mighty. He immediately looks at me, probably checking if I'm still asleep, and a smile crawls onto his lips in finding that I'm not.

"Hey everyone" Spider-Man greets us.

"Oh look, its the kiddy bug" Clint spits, obviously not a big fan of the spider boy.

"Funny, you should be a comedian," he sarcastically replies, calmly walking over to the front of my cell. "Hows the head?" He asks me.

"Hurting because of you." I growl, "we were going to surrender anyways, but thanks for taking the extra leap of giving me a concussion"

"Sorry..." Spider-Man sincerely apologizes. "I'll make it up to you"

"How's that?" I roll my eyes, kicking my legs in the water tank. "You're going to let me out of the water? It'll be vapour soon enough anyways, plus I'll burn you."

"Okay little miss feisty, but no. I'll do you one better." Turning towards the doors he opens his mouth with a scream, "yeah, guys she's awake lets move her before the waters gone this time, yeah?"

Ten men dressed in black, probably clad in bullet proof vests and such enter the room, coming towards my cell. Typing in a passcode of some sort, the first of the men opens the glass of my cell and approaches my tank.

"W-What are you doing? Move me?" I start to hyperventilate. I want to stay with the group, I don't want to be moved.

"Hey, man, leave her alone! She's just a kid!" Scott yells at Spider-Man, hitting the glass of his cell with his fists.

"So am I" Spider-Man answers, walking out towards the door.

Soon enough my tank is being wheeled towards the door, away from my team mates.

"No! No!" I yell, but no one is going to listen to me.