Family is More Than Blood

Shells

"Your purpose here is small, at best," the female voice crooned, "I have been given instructions to tell you only this - Tony Stark will come for you. And when he does, he will be taken down."

Peter fought back a sob at the thought of being Tony's downfall. His worst nightmares were coming true, one by one. He tried to focus on his surroundings to make his mind clear, the feel of the carpet under his knees, the hitman's tight grip on his neck, the sound of the woman's voice. The sound of the woman's voice... it sounded like a distorted version of the voice of -

"Pepper?" Peter asked, surprise getting the better of him. The woman - Pepper - growled.  

"Virginia Potts was a fraud, an imposter," it hissed, the voice cracking, "I am the true master of this body, as I should always have been."

"Whoops," Peter tried for a laugh, "My mistake."

This seemed to satisfy the thing that used to be Pepper. Peter assumed that they had injected some sort of subservient chemical into her, and she now believed whatever they told her. Whoever 'they' were. They said that they were using him to get to Tony - maybe they had tried with Pepper first, but Tony must have thought that she was mad at him so not returning his calls. Peter vaguely realized that Pepper hadn't been around recently. Then they captured Peter, though how they got a sedative into his enhanced senses was beyond him.

"So, what do you plan to do with me?" he asked, trying for a nonchalant tone. He failed and it came out as more of a squeak.

"We plan to liberate you from the idiocy of Peter Parker," Not-Pepper said, and Peter could hear the evil smile in her voice. He remembered with a chill that Not-Pepper had said that she was the true master of this body. Were they going to do the same to him, change him so that he was only a slave to the whims of these cruel people? 

"You won't be able to figure out a formula powerful enough to counteract my spider sense," Peter bluffed. They had created a sedative, it was only a matter of time before they did the same with this injection.

"We will soon enough," Not-Pepper crowed. Peter bit back a smile - so they hadn't done it yet.

"We'll see," he snarled. In return, he felt a stinging slap across his face, and sharp nails tearing into his flesh. When the hand withdrew, he could feel the sharp pain caused by the cuts, but ignored it. He was soon dragged back to whatever cell he had been in before, left to wallow in his pain and fears.