You Can't Break Us Apart, You Can Only Make Us Stronger

Waking

Slowly, Peter's senses came back to him.

The first thing he felt was cold.

Cold around him, cold underneath him.

The second thing was a dull pain in his leg.

Right. It was broken.

He opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was a glass wall in front of him.

Tony and Steve.

They were trapped behind it.

Steve was awake. He caught Peter's eye, and mouthed, 'Are you okay?'.

Peter nodded.

He looked beside him to see Wanda stirring.

She opened her eyes, widening them at the sight of Peter.

Her head turned to see Steve and Tony.

Tony was awake now, and when he noticed Peter and Wanda, he stood up. His eyes were fearful.

"Hello, young ones."

Peter jerked his head up.

Tony and Steve whipped their heads to the speaker. They could hear him too. Steve and Tony could hear everything going on inside Wanda and Peter's room, but they couldn't hear Steve and Tony.

Great.

The person was a man, smiling sadistically at the teens.

"How are you feeling?"

"Oh fine, but this table is very uncomfortable, any chance you have a pillow?" Peter quipped, trying to keep him distracted.

The man's smile only grew. "I don't think I have a pillow, but I do have a few games, if you would like to play them."

Ugh. He was a psycho. How nice.

"Nah, I think I'll pass. Wanda and I really should get going, we'll miss the movie we reserved seats for." Peter made to stand up, but found that his hands and legs were cuffed to the table.

Wonderful.

Fear coursed through his veins, but he tried not to show it.

"Well, I hate to make you miss that, but this is much more important." Another man came through the shadows surrounding them.

He was wheeling a cart.

Oh god. Torture. That was the game.

Wanda squirmed, her eyes flaring red.

"Oh no, we can't have you doing that!" The man motioned to the other man, and he injected something into Wanda's arm.

Her eyes dimmed, and she cried out.

Steve banged on the glass. BOOM.

The sound startled Peter, who jumped.

"Don't worry, he can't break through." The man picked up a tool from the cart.

He walked towards Peter, and the other man did the same to Wanda.

He pressed the sharp metal object to Peters neck. It stung, but he willed himself not to cry out. Drips of blood ran down his neck, but the man didn't push it in farther.

Wanda didn't cry out either.

"Hmm, I guess you two are stronger than I thought." He stepped back, grabbing a large device from the cart.

It was a gun.

Wanda's torturer had the same one.

It wasn't a normal gun. It seemed to blast, not fire bullets.

BANG.

The blast hit Peter.

It wasn't just energy. It was a shock collar.

He cried out, writhing in pain.

Wanda screamed.

Right. She was terrified of shock collars ever since the prison.

Tony and Steve banged on the glass, seemingly screaming.

Steve's eyes were tearful, while Tony's were full of anger and despair.

The electricity finally stopped, leaving Wanda sobbing and Peter breathing heavily.

"So that's what makes her scared. Keep shocking her. I need to find something for this one."

His captor went back to the cart.

He clapped his hands in delight. "Ah yes, this one should do!"

The man came back into the light, holding three devices.

Two were small, and looked like earplugs.

Peter squirmed away from the man, thrashing his head back and forth so the man couldn't insert them in his ears.

Meanwhile, Wanda's torturer pressed the activation button for her collar.

She screamed, making Peter flinch.

The man eventually got the devices inside Peter's ears, and they weren't earplugs. At least, not good ones. He could still hear everything.

The man placed the third thing over his eyes. It was clear.

Peter suddenly realized what was happening.

Apparently, Tony did too.

He banged on the glass harder.

Then, the sound started.

Peter jerked.

It was a high pitched wailing, playing directly into his ears.

Peter couldn't hold it back. He screamed.

He couldn't hear himself, just the sound. The awful, painful shriek in his ears.

He saw Steve look to him, and frantically ask Tony what was happening, who yelled back to him.

Steve's face filled with anger.

The clear glass over his eyes suddenly wasn't clear.

Lights flashed into his eyes, adding to the pain.

Peter screamed even louder.

Black was threatening to overthrow his vision, and the man noticed Peter relaxing.

The sound and light suddenly stopped.

"We can't have you passing out on us, Peter."

Peter stared up to him in terror.

Five minutes later, they did it over again.

It went on for what felt like an eternity.

When would help arrive?