Of Replacements and Blood Brothers

8

Peter had ran, again.

He crashed through a dense forest at the end of the tiring day and collapsed at the stump of a tree. His mind was a mess of emotions. Luckily he had thought of bringing the backpack with him when he had crashed through the barred window to escape. He lit a fire to keep warm and slowly, very slowly, his nerves began to calm.

He stayed like that for the rest of the night, always on edge. He got about 5 hours of sleep and couldn't stop thinking about his past life. The details were fuzzy but it was honestly too much for Peter. He could remember HYDRA wiping him at least three times. He remembered what Harley had done. He remembered himself fleeing from muggers and gangs in the streets of New York at night when Mr Stark had kicked him out. Most painfully, he remembered all those people he had killed during his time as Shadow. He could still see the looks of horror on their faces when they had pleaded for their life and then died. Suddenly he remembered something really important. The night he lost his arm shielding a man from the explosion, he had seen the mans face clearly. Back then he had no idea who the man was but now he knew. It was Tony Stark.

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After a while Peter had figured out how long it had been since he was captured by HYDRA. One year and five months. He couldn't believe it but there were many scars and marks of torture to prove it. He also figured out that he had ran into a forest in Russia. Peter had ran a long way to the nearest big city and used the Russian taught to him by HYDRA to quickly enter the underground gangs and mafias of Russia, saying that he was a special agent from HYDRA. Soon Peter had acquired a fake passport and visa for USA and was boarding a ship after long travels in a truck.

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The ship was a passenger and cargo ship. It was long and tall and Peter hated it. Not only that ship but all ships in general. They made him seasick but it was the only way for him to get back home.

Home.

Where was home?

Now Peter was seriously considering his actions. He had just wanted to return to New York after he had escaped from HYDRA but he had never thought of what to do after he had arrived. Mr Stark didn't want him, Ned and MJ liked Harley more since he was better than Peter, all of his relatives were dead and Peter realized that he didn't have anyone to go to.

Delmars.

That might be the only place that Peter could go to, assuming Mr Delmar wouldn't kick him out. He didn't know though; he would be burdening Mr Delmar even more and he didn't want that. Ever. He hated being a burden. Now that Peter was leaving Russia he knew there wouldn't be any people who would help him if he convinced them he was an agent for HYDRA. He was completely on his own. The money he had from the gangs and supporters of HYDRA was already wearing thin since it was a long travel from Asia to North America but Peter still wanted to get back to the States since he knew more about it than anywhere else.

Then, Peter made a decision;

He had to settle down in the wilderness.

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The ship kept sailing for a month (since it was a cargo ship) and the crew announced that they would arrive in America in approximately two weeks. Peter rarely left his cabin. He didn't eat much since he was still used to what HYDRA gave him as food. It was a small portion every day and Peter honestly didn't know how he survived for more than a year with that. Then something clicked. He could remember one of the HYDRA agents who was in charge of making him a weapon of HYDRA saying that he would get "darkness" from the "needle". Thinking back to it, Peter couldn't remember any needles except for the first day that he was there. They had injected him with something that made him feel woozy.

"Our greatest creation."

"Avengers Killing Machine."

"Hail HYDRA."

"His parents."

"A grudge."

Peter could vaguely remember these words being said around him when they thought he couldn't hear. His parents. Oh. He could remember now, his parents were killed by Strucker, he had murdered them and then he took Peter.

"Herr Strucker."

"Maximoffs."

"More Power."

"Darker."

"Revenge."

These words suddenly flooded back into Peter's head. He had never remembered these before but now he could hear them clearly in his head.

"Manipulation."

"Stronger than us all."

Peter had no idea what these words mean but he felt like he should know.

"What if he remembers?"

"We will then have to send the rest."

Who was "the rest"? What would he remember that would effect HYDRA so much? "Have to"? Did they mean that Peter was too strong? He only had his fighting skills and spider skills. Nothing special.

"He will be our greatest accomplishment."

"We will make him start training his new powers after the next mission."

Powers.

That was something Peter really hoped he had.

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It didn't take long for Peter to discover his powers. He was just waking up on the morning at 5:00 sharp when he needed a drink. He couldn't believe that he could have food and water anytime now. Back at HYDRA it was a luxury to be given provisions. He was tired and still lightheaded and didn't want to get up. Yet.

He imagined the bottled water coming towards him, going into his hand. He was so thirsty.

May the Force be with you.

Wait, where did that line come from? Suddenly, Peter could remember something called Star Wars. It was a series of movies. The Force, it was something really cool. The person could use it to make objects bend to their will or something. Wait, what was in his hand?

He looked down to see the water bottle. There were tendrils of power emitting from his hand. Just like Wanda's but it was black. Dark. He couldn't believe it. He concentrated, trying to summon an apple.

It came.

Peter almost whooped with joy. This was what HYDRA gave him. An advantage against them. Strucker had better look out.

He drank his water with a small smile. Probably the first one he had given in years. Wait, what should he name this new power?

Peter thought for a second;

The Force. That was a good name.