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Third POV
Dwain walked over to Peter and Libby.

"Well, well, Well! What have we got here? The famous Peter Parker, or rather, Spider Man, and Libby Stark. How happy I am to see you both."

He laughed and walked over to Libby. Peter looked over his shoulder the best he could to see what he was doing to Libby.

"You look so... pale Libby. Are you just that glad to see me? Well, since I finally have you tied down, I can give you the rest of your medicine." He got a role of duct tape and cut a piece off, putting it over Libby's mouth. "Put this on Peter." He threw the tape to the man standing by Peter.

The man got a piece way too long. He wrapped it around his head almost twice. The guy patted his face harder than necessary. Peter looked back at Libby. She had tears brimming her eyes.

"Libby, don't be scared. It's only going to hurt for a second. It's going to be okay." Libby shook her head sobbing.

Dwain stood up and got a needle that was connected to a bag with a blue substance in it. Libby was fighting against the restraints, but nothing worked. Dwain grabbed her arm, turned it so the forearm was facing up, and stuck the needle in her arm. She screamed and cried. He kept a hold on her arm. Peter struggled against the restraints, but they just seemed to get tighter and tighter. Like nothing was working. Peter screamed out in anger. He wanted to get out to get that needle out of her arm. Her arm was already blue.

"Oh Peter. Don't worry. It's not going to kill her. See, if I put it in you, then you would most likely die. So don't worry. I'm not putting it in you."

Suddenly, the doors flew open.

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