The Hunting Spider

Chapter 3

Avengers and The Hunting Spider

Part One

Chapter- 3

When Peter awoke the pain on the rest of his skin was nearly gone, now just a dulling ache. Besides the wound of his side. Wondering what had woke him he sat up stiffly. Stifling the whine of protest that came from his mouth. His skin was still littered with fresh blue and purple bruises. But this time there were more of the yellow and green of healing and fading ones.

After the mental check of injuries he then turned his attention to what woke him. Near the door in the little food slot was a plate, bowl, and cup of water. They knew of his metabolism and knew it was in fact in their better interests to keep him fed most of the time. That didn't mean they had to make it taste good.

In his bowl was a strange high-in-everything-you-need slop. On the plate was a slice of something pink (maybe meat?)? And a glass of plain water. His stomach both protested the thought of food and felt like it was collapsing. He knew they sometimes put things in his food. He thought about simply not eating and trying to waste away until they could no longer use him. The thought quickly vanished. They could simply force him to eat or punish him.

The hopelessness of his situation made him lose his appetite further. He was a weapon, only useful if they decided he should be allowed. Could he ever escape this place?

Sighing, though no noise came from his mouth, the teen slowly ate, washing the food down with the water. Trying to cherish eating and not being sent out on some mission.

He heard a bang from outside his cell. He looked up and through the slot on the door. A bald man in traditional Hydra attire who looked impatient.

He quickly drank and ate the rest and stood with his head bowed. It was against the rules for him to speak, or to make eye contact with them.

Training time.

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As Natasha finished speaking the entire team seemed deep in thought. Clint was perched on the arm of the couch near her. He was lightly rubbing her shoulder in a comforting attempt.

"Wait, I think I know that name..." Bucky trailed off and gained a vacant look he had whenever his mind was in that place.

"If he's HYDRA he could be mind-controlled," Tony offered. He didn't notice Bucky Barnes' flinch at the mention of Hydra's mind control.

"Possible," Natasha said quietly looking at the wall in front of her. "If so, then we'll have to help him. Get him out of there then take him to Wakanda or find some other way to reverse it. But either way he needs to be stopped, he's obviously dangerous and has managed to stay off SHIELD's radar for a while."

"Yeah, great plan and all but we're kind of missing something important like, how? We don't even know where he's being held," Tony said.

"I might know," Bucky spoke up. "They have multiple facilities over the world. The nearest one is probably here in New York."

"Hooow?" Tony asked, drawing out the word.

"They're good at not being noticed, unless they want," Natasha said, lips pursed in thought.

"FRIDAY, scan for any suspicious or HYDRA activities in New York," Tony said. The screen lit up with a list and they watched as the list began swiping away events and putting ones in. Most of the events on the list were spread out but there were four or five within two decades in Queens. One stood out slightly to Tony and he winced, a family of five burned alive inside their house.