Scars that Last Forever

Chapter 18

THIS IS A CHAPTER Hey Everyone! I'm probably not going to be able to update a lot for the next couple weeks because in 2 weeks the North Eastern regional take place at my high school and like 10000 people are going to be coming to our high school today, and then shortly after that we have state which is like four hours away from our house and I have competitions this weekend and a full day practice the weekend after plus 7 and a half ours of dance during the week. 

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BTW this is a long chapter (2112 words)

Also I'm going to start doing short parts in Bucky's POV

RECAP: Peter got brainwashed by HYDRA and Fury reveals that he was setting up HYDRA to get Peter and Bucky out of their base. 

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Peter's POV 

Darkness. 

The cell is cold and damp. 

I am sitting on a hard bed. 

I am lucky HYDRA gave me all of this. 

They are being nice to me. 

And I must do whatever they ask me to do because of it. 

I can't help but shake the spidey sense in the back of my skull. 

The man with long brown hair is still glued to my mind. 

I don't remember his name. 

I don't know who he is. 

I try to shake it out of my mind. 

HYDRA tells me everything I need to know. 

I look down at my hands and notice four red cuts on my hand. 

HYDRA did that to me. 

I am proud to wear my scars. 

They are mine. 

And it shows me that HYDRA cares about me. 

My mind is blank. 

The only thing I can think about is the mission. 

And HYDRA. 

And the familiar figure that seems to never leave my mind. 

I am Peter Parker, a fifteen year old. 

I will go to the school and not speak unless spoken too. 

I will make no new friends and if someone is mean to me I say nothing in return. 

I am able to nothing besides sit watch and wait for something to happen. 

They are giving me a ear piece so they can talk to me if they really need to. 

The are giving me a small camera on my shirt so they can see everything I do. 

So they can protect me. 

Click. 

Clack. 

Click. 

Clack.

The door screeches open. 

"Hello sir," I say in a deep voice that I am told to speak in. 

Sir said it makes me sound older and better.