Family is More Than Blood

Resist

Peter squirmed in his chains, trying desperately to get out. He was no longer encased in the netting, and could twirl his ankle without pain, but the moment he tried to stand he keeled over. His good foot was cuffed to the ground and he didn't have the energy or strength to break it. They had kept him in a state of constant tiredness, never letting him sleep. Every time he'd dozed off, they'd come and shock him, his spider senses making it a thousand times worse. Occasionally they let him sleep for a few minutes, but the end was inevitably an electric shock.

"Time to feed 'im," a gruff voice came from the other side of the heavy metal door. A little slot opened and food was pushed through. The disgusting, soupy mess of tough meat and rotten vegetables stank like hell but Peter forced it down anyway, ignoring the way the slimy food slid down his throat. He heard two pairs of footsteps coming towards him in the hall before they stopped in front of his door. One voice he recognized, the other he did not. He quickly pretended to be asleep, but they didn't open his cell.

"Tony Stark has received and viewed the message," Not-Pepper said, but her voice was meek instead of harsh. Peter guessed she was talking to someone with more power than she.

"Good, it is only a matter of time before he tracks the signal here," the other voice whispered. It sounded like a snake's, slipping and sliding through other people's weaknesses. 

"We... we made the signal untraceable, and took the video from thirteen miles out of Chicago," Not-Pepper's voice trembled, "that is standard protocol, I didn't realize-"

"You fool!" The other voice hissed, sharp as broken glass, "now we will have to resend a traceable video, and then Stark may realize what we're up to! But maybe - just maybe - he'll be too emotional to think of the possibility that we want him here. Imagine having the great Tony Stark under our control!"

The two cackled and began marching off down the hall.

Peter came in and out of sleep, each time he came close to true unconsciousness he would wake himself up. It felt like a horrible half-life - he couldn't fight, he couldn't give up, he couldn't even see anymore. Everything was blurry. When the footsteps came down the hall again, Peter Parker didn't hear them. When the cell door opened, Peter Parker didn't notice. And when the needle slid into his neck, ejecting a very special formula, Peter Parker ceased to be Peter Parker any longer.