On the run

The Center

I woke up the following day to basically being covered in snow. I stood up and rubbed my arms. I pulled up my hood over my head and walked around. I went in Mr Delmar's sandwich shop.

"What can I get for you today sir?"

"Number five with pickles and can you smush it down real flat please?"

He glanced away for a second and jerked his head back at me. "Peter?"

"Hey Mr Delmar."

"How long has it been since you've been on the run?"

"About seven months."

The doors opened and four men came in. They had an all too familiar suit on. I gulped. I was handed my sandwich a few minutes later at the other counter while the men were ordering whatever they were ordering. I went to the doors.

"Have you seen a boy named Peter Parker? He usually comes here. He has brown hair and brown eyes." One of them said. I froze.

"Uh, no. I haven't seen the kid since his Aunt died. Sorry. Wish I can help you."

"He's right there." Someone said.

I looked to see who it was. Flash. Great. The four agents looked at me.

"That's him! Get him!"

I dropped my sandwich and ran out of the store and down the street. I glanced behind me to see that they were after me. I looked forward to see another member of the Avengers. I think it was Black Widow. I'm not entirely sure. That's strange. This time I dodged them. I turned the corner and was met with the same suit.

"Nononono. No, please." I begged as men grabbed my arms roughly. "No, let me go!" I pulled against them, but they stood firm. Something was stuck in my neck, making me scream at the pain. My bones started to feel like jelly. They two men raised me up so that I couldn't touch the ground with not even my toes. They were like a foot and a half taller than me, so it was easy for them. My head rolled to my chest. I couldn't even move my finger. My eyes slowly closed as I was thrown in a truck.

I slowly regained consciousness as the truck is getting pulled to a stop. I crawl to the only window there is, a small one with thick bars. I couldn't see where we were, but there were trees- a forest. If I could run there, I can hide and eventually run. Maybe I won't even go back to Queens. Who knows? We took off again and that's when it came into view. The center. I looked around for a place to hide and wait for some of them to come on and attack. None. Alright. I just have to wing it.

The lock began to turn. When it stopped, the doors opened and I jumped out and ran to the woods. They were caught by surprise. I almost was there when something wrapped around my feet, making me crash to the ground. I looked behind me and saw that they were yards from me. I tried to pull off the rope, but they caught me before I could slip it off.

It was well after dark, so the center's bright lights lit up the white ground. They brought me inside and warm air flooded over me, making me shiver. They made me go through the whole check up before sending me to a room. I heard the door lock. I was here. At the place I never wanted to go to.

There was only one window by the small bed. It had no screen or glass. All it had was thick metal bars. There was a small wardrobe and a small desk with a stool. There was a door that was open. It led to the bathroom. I went in and looked in the mirror. I looked like a mess. My face was dirty, my hair was everywhere, you could tell I was living on the streets for a while.

I sat on the bed and it was surprisingly comfortable. I opened my bag to see my old red suit. My Spider-Man suit. I carefully dug through it until I found my one picture I kept. It was my family. My grandparents, May and Ben, mom and dad, and me. I was six. The picture was taken a week before my grandparents died.

I put the picture back in my bag and stuffed my bag under the bed. I looked around. I could do more in the city being homeless and all than I can in this room. I mean, I guess I can take a shower, I look like a mess. I grabbed my bag and put it on the counter in the bathroom and then I searched for anything I can use for cleaning myself. I found shampoo, conditioner, soap, a hair brush, and a razor. All of them were unused. Wow, they must want you to feel at home. I mean, the bed is soft, everything looks brand new, just... wow.

I was about to turn the faucet on and get undressed when there was a voice from an intercom that boomed in the room.

"Someone is here to see you." They said.

I looked around the room and threw my bag under the bed and sat on the bed. The door opened a moment later and a man in a black suit came in.

"Hello Peter. Hope you like your new room. We just got it refurbished. This room is gonna be yours until you turn eighteen or until someone adopts you, which is gonna be never. No one gets adopted here." I stayed quiet. I just looked at the floor. "Cmon Pete. It's not that bad. And if you think this is bad, you should've seen it a month ago. Now that was bad." I still didn't say anything. "Fine. You will be served food at 9:00 am, 3:00 pm, and 9:00 pm. No snacks, sorry. And everyone gets the same things, so don't worry about "what if someone has better food than I do" cause you all get the same. Lights will be turned on at 8:30 and go off at 10:40. Any questions?"

"Yeah. Do I just stay in here the whole time or am I aloud to leave at all?"

"Your funny. No one is aloud to leave their rooms unless a national disaster. Goodnight."

He left without saying another word and I heard the door lock. I sighed angrily and got in the shower.