H.Y.D.R.A.'s Spider 🕷

Methods

( Free Spider POV)

Hydra is my home. If I've had any other homes, I can't remember them.
I know that I've been at the facility since I was 2 years old. I know I'm roughly 15 years old, and that my name is Spider Soldier.
I know I'm not in control. I will never be in control.
And I'm fine with these things. We have a routine.
I wake up.
I polish my arm.
I wait until further instruction is given.
Today feels different. I wake up to the distinct smell of blood. I guess my handler is being rough. That is not good news. Suddenly and harshly, my cell door is flung open and slams against the wall.
I stand up sharply and roll my shoulders back until he tells me what I've to do.
"Come." I follow him out. I know better than to disobey. Soon we make it to a room with nothing but a Vibranium chair and restraints. I start to back away.
" No! Nononononono! "
The only time I'm in here is to become, well, not me. I don't know what I do, only that it usually ends up with someone dead. He puts a gun to my head.
"Sit."
Scared of him during the gun, I obey. He locks the Vibranium restraints around my arms and legs. I know they will start soon.
Ever since the escape of the Winter Soldat, they've adapted new methods for me. For instance, I started from a young age. They use English words to control me. Ort the fact that I only do things when commanded. All things they didn't do for the Winter Soldat. When they say 'Default' I can relax. 'Answer' makes me snap out of whatever trance I'm in and also make me shake from fear. They usually hurt me when they say that. And the golden gem, 'Calm' makes me do anything they want me to do.
"Lets begin, shall we? Of course we will." My handler snaps me out of my thoughts.
" Love"
"Service"
"Traitor"
"Avenger"
"Help" and finally
"Family"

(Spider Soldier POV)

"Family"
I straighten my back. Don't show weakness.
"Spider, you with us?" My handler asks. I nod. Don't speak, unless spoken to. Punishment will follow disobedience.
"Ready to submit." I speak. He hands me a file.
"Mission. You must complete in two weeks. Don't fail." I nod and flip through the file. It reads:

Subject= Tony Stark
Place of possible murder= Avenger's Tower
Last location= Avenger's Tower
Look out for= Other Avengers.

I hand back the file.
"Ready to complete" I say as he hands me multiple weapons.
And rather soon, I'm jumping over the New York rooftops in my HYDRA suit, with my metal muzzle to prevent me from talking, while I scout out my target.

Not long after I land on top of Avenger's tower, I'm inside. They need better security. The roof is completely unguarded. I sneak in the vents. I get near my target before I hear clanging behind me. I stay still. Moving will get me caught. Before my Spider-Sense can warn me, I'm shot with something and slump unconscious.

(Tony Stark's POV)

When FRIDAY alerted the team and I of someone on the roof, I was really confused to say the least. I send Clint into the vents, while everyone else grabs their stuff. Soon Clint is climbing out of the vents carrying a limp body.
"Clint! Who is that?" I question.
" Dunno, he was in the vents. Has the HYDRA symbol on his metal arm. " I look to Bucky, who is nervously wringing his hands. I look back to the limp body.
"Put it in the interrogation room. Nat has the job of getting him to talk. We'll be in the next room." Steve says, taking charge. I decide not to argue. He's the HYDRA expert other than Bucky. Almost as soon as we strap him in, and leave Nat in there with him, he wakes up.

(Free Spider POV)

When I come to, I'm strapped to a chair with a redhead looking at me. I sigh. What did I do? Hydra is gonna have my head for this. The redheaded woman speaks.
"Alright, I'm not gonna beat around the bush here, tell me who you are."
I try to speak, but my muzzle stops me. I just keep trying to speak, until it clicks with her. She comes to my side of the table and rips the muzzle off. I scream. That muzzle has about 200 sharp barbs on the ends, which dig into any skin they touch. Blood drips from above my nose to the underside of my jaw. And it burns. I haven't eaten in almost two weeks, so my healing won't work.
"Oh god! BRUCE!" She shrieks and I flinch. I would cover my ears, but my hands are tied. Soon a man in a pure white lab coat rushes into the room.
" No, no! It's not time yet! I'll be better! " I screech. Over and over. I'm back, why won't they leave me alone! Please don't hurt me! He stops in his tracks. He looks at me, and then the coat, before rushing out of the room, but leaving his bag where it was on the floor.
When he returned a few minutes later, he didn't have his coat on. He slowly made his way toward me. Slowly and carefully, he stitched up my deeper cuts, and cleaned the shallower ones. He backs away and slowly puts his things back in the small bag. He leaves.
"So. How whonare you kid?"
I want to speak, but I don't feel safe. I'll never feel safe. I shake my head.
"Where am I, Miss?" I feel like I should be polite. They do have me captured, after all. She stands up and leaves the room. Soon she is replaced by a tall man with a metal arm like me, and messy long, black hair.
"Listen, kid. Do you know where you are?" I shake my head. " you're at the Avenger's Tower, and the person who came in and talked to you? That was Natasha. She didn't mean to hurt you. " I nod my head in understanding.
"What did I do?" I ask, my voice shakes. I'm terrified.
He sits up a little bit. "You don't remember?"
I shake my head and start to panic. Oh god! Did I do something wrong? Why is he looking at me like that?! He starts explaining what I did, and that it's ok to forget. That he understands. And for once in my life, I trust someone.
"I-I don't ha-ve a name." I manage to reply through my ragged breaths. I swallow hard.
"Then how old are you? Do you know?"
I nod my head. "I'm 15 sir." I start to shake. I've never been this nervous. The safety won't last long. He comes to my side of the table and unhooks my restraints. I feel like I owe him something. So in return I take off my arm.
" Here. Take it. Thank you. " He takes it wary of what it can do. He turns back to me, after putting my metal arm on the floor beside him.
"When did you last eat?" He asks. I don't answer. I've went longer without food, so why does he care?
" Well? ANSWER! "
Just like that, my mind isn't my own. Whatever he wants to know from me, he'll get.
"R-ready t-o Com-ply sir." I wasnt, but I couldn't exactly help it. I wasn't in control.
" Oh, kiddo. " He stands up and leaves. I don't follow. I haven't been told to.
Very quickly after he leaves, he is replaced by a man, who had a bow slung across his front.
C= "When did you last eat?"
M= " Two weeks ago, sir. "
C= "And what were you last called by HYDRA?"
M= "Spider Soldier"
C= "How many people have you killed?"
M= " have I killed people sir? I-I don't rem-ember"
C= "Final question. How do I snap you out of this?"
M= "Say 'Default ' sir. Is that all?"
He nods. Thank god. He crouched beside me and whispers "Default" in my ear. I slouch in my chair and finally felt I could breathe. He offers me his hand, but I refuse. Whatever he was offering, I didn't trust. I stand on my own, but nearly faint. He catches me.
"You need to eat, kiddo. You're gonna collapse otherwise." I shake my head. I need to survive in my own. I can, I will.
" It wasn't a question kid. What do you usually eat? "
I start feeling really cold, is it winter of something. I push myself to a wall so I can stand on my own.
"Stale bread and water sir." I answer before crumbling to my knees. My stomach feels like it's eating itself. Before I know it, my world is consumed by darkness again.

(Somewhere in a HYDRA base, 3rd Person POV)

"Sir, the spider has been welcomed by the Avengers. Shall we go in?"
Master shakes his head.
"He is a lost cause. Leave him be." The newbie seems quite shocked. He doesn't disagree however.
"Someone says 'Family' once and he's bound to kill someone. He'll be traumatised by his past. Is that not torture enough?"

(Clint Barton's POV)

When the kid collapsed in my arms, I didn't hesitate in picking him up and rushing him to the MedWing. I'm there soon enough, and thanks to FRIDAY, Bruce knew what has happened. I place him on a bed, and leave Bruce to do his work. Right as I'm about to leave Bruce asks a simple favour of me.
"Clint! Could you, um, strap him down? I don't want to, but its-" I interrupt him.
"A precaution, Banner, I know. Let me past." He shuffles I've and I strap the kids arm and legs down. I leave as soon as I'm done. He's a kid...