H.Y.D.R.A.'s Spider 🕷

Abilities

*Two days Later*
(PETERS POV)

I swing my legs over the edge of my bed, and I can hear fighting a few floors down. It's pretty uncommon to hear an argument, so I ask Friday to lead me to where the others are.
I get to a conference room, where all the other Avengers plus an old man sit around the large oval table.
I crawl up the wall and onto the roof, before making my way into the crowded discussion. I crawl to the back of the room and drop down, catching the attention of the old man.
"Who's he? He has abilities? STARK!" He screams and I slightly recoil.
Natasha walks over to me and gives me a hug while carding her hands through my curls. She stops and answers the question.
"This is Peter. He has... spider-like abilities."
The man gives me a cold stare and a shit-eating grin. I shiver. I stare up at Natasha and gives her a pleading look. Don't let him hurt me. Please.
"So along with Wanda and Pietro, little Peter will be coming with us."
The man finished his speech and about 12 more men busted in and ripped me from Natasha's arms.
I scream and kick, trying to get away. I raise my metal arm but before I can use it, they put a weird magnet on it, and I suddenly can't use it. Natasha is trying her hardest to get to me and the other two, Wanda and Pietro I think, but she's being held back by more men.She disappears from sight and I give up fighting. there's no point, you monster.
By the time I'm snapped out of my thoughts, my metal arm is gone, I have a shock collar on and a straitjacket is being put on me. I wiggle and squirm to try and stop the man from putting it on, but my shock collar activates and I fall into my knees and slams as the shocks run through my body. He bends low with a smirk on, before putting the straitjacket on.
I'm hauled to my feet and thrown in to a small cage in the back of a van. I see Wanda in a similar situation to me, and Pietro has a power-muffler on to stop him running. The only difference?
They haven't stopped fighting.
And I have.I
Because I know, there's no point to fighting.
And they need to learn.

*On the raft, a few hours later*

We arrive after hours of travelling, to the place they call 'The Raft' which I don't like the sound of. When we went on a weird flying thing, a plane I think, they blindfolded me, and they put about 12 blindfolds on me especially. I didn't resist. Wanda and Pietro did. Obviously.
When we finally stop moving, our blindfolds are ripped off, and I find that the others are gone.
I stand dead centre in a dull gray room. The only things in the room are me, about ten workers and some floor to ceiling cabinets. My straitjacket is removed carefully by one man. My shirt is ripped off, revealing scars from old missions, along with my brand. HYDRA:SUBJECT SUCCESSFUL. SPIDER 11938. How I hate that brand. It reminds me of the horrible things I've done. Someone takes out a camera and takes pictures of me from every angle. Not missing an angle. They put another shock collar on, and it's so much heavier. They put power-mufflers on my wrist, and then chains around my neck, like a dog collar.
I'm lead out of the room down a bright white hall and then shoved into a freezing cold room. There's glass and bars on one wall, and the rest is made of a white metal. There's a metal slab, a bed, and a toilet in the corner. Other than that, nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I go to the front right corner of my cell and curl up. And there, I stay.

*Meanwhile, at the Tower...*

(NATASHA'S POV)

I'm furious! How can we let them get taken away?!
"Come ON! If they were part of the Avengers, we would be following them right now! HOW IS THIS FAIR?!" I scream at the other team members. " tell me I'm wrong! " I finish. Bruce seems to be turning green, and he stands beside me while he tries to calm down. A silent agreement. Next, cap and Bucky stand beside me. The only sound coming from Bucky.
"We're with you Nat." He whispers. Cap nods.
Scott comes to our side of the table. He clenched and unclenches his fists, attempting not to punch a certain someone.
That makes five. We can find them.
I walk over to Stark. And punch him right in the jaw, before calmly walking back to my team. I crack my knuckles and smirk at him as he holds his bruised jaw. I didn't even hit him that hard. What a wimp.

*Four Weeks Later, The Raft*
(PETERS POV)

I think the others have forgotten about us. We've fallen into a routine here now.
(1) Wake up
(2) Eat
(3) Get forced to throw up
(4) Get beaten for crying
(5) Sleep for a while
(6) Get woken up
(7) Get tests done
(8) Get force-fed
(9) Most likely throw up again
And (10) Cry yourself to sleep

Ten steps of misery can fit into 24 hours. And it hurts like fucking hell. I've given up hope for most of the Avengers, but I still believe in Natasha and Steve. They wouldn't forget me.
I heard news that Pierre and Wanda don't have the same treatment as me, because they aren't HYDRA. And I'm glad. They wouldn't cope.
I lie in bed for a few hours. I'm on step (5) at the moment. But I can't sleep. I can hear fighting in the distance, but I think nothing of it.
A man suddenly bursts through the door. My guard. He's the only  person I ever see.
"Up" I comply. I stand with my arms strictly by my side, and I keep my breathing shallow.
"We're skipping step 7 today. Open up wide."
I don't comply. I never comply for step (8).
He forces my mouth open and shoved a metal tube down my oesophagus. I gag as an involuntary response as he shoves goop down my throat. My airway is already restricted my the dog shock collar, so I'm forced not only to eat, but to breathe out my nose.
The door flung open once more, but I see Natasha instead of a guard. She found me.
The guard stops force feeding me, and fights Natasha, but she wins in a matter of seconds. I fall to my knees, and she takes the tube out. I gag and splutter until my stomach is empty and cramping. I lean my head against Natasha's shoulder.
"So brave, little spider. Well done. Does anything hurt? You need to tell me." I nod and take a gulp of air.
"Ribs, head, back, legs, arm, right hip, throat, stomach. Everything, Tasha." I croak out. She sits me against a wall, and begins removing my restraints. She takes of the ankle power mufflers, and then the one on my arm. She gets to my neck and I cower away.
"Hurts, Tasha." I whisper, and she seems to understand. She lifts me to my feet, and I stumble forward. I haven't walked in weeks. She picks me up and speed-walks to the upper floors. I guess they brought a jet?
We get outside. Outside! I've never been so happy to see the sky in my entire life.
There's a massive Quinjet parked on a helipad right outside the entrance to The Raft.
"Tasha, who here?" I sound like a baby, but it hurts so bad to speak.
"Just the team, baby spider. You've met them. You can trust them, alright?" I just nod.
She's still carrying me as we enter the jet. I snuggle my head in her chest so they don't see my face.
I hear Bruce's voice asking questions to Natasha.
"Is he hurt?"
"Duh! Come on, Banner I thought you were smart."
"Calm down Nat, I'm stressed."
I clutch to Natasha as I'm handed over to someone else.
"Let go, baby spider, I won't leave, but Bruce needs to check you over. Let. Go. Please?" And I do, because you don't make assassins angry.
I'm put onto a cold metal table, and I hold onto Natasha's hand.
Bruce starts poking and prodding at me, and he concludes that I have:
8 broken ribs
A major Concussion
Two broken feet
A punctured lung
A sprained wrist
A dislocated shoulder
Third Degree burns on my neck and wrist
Damaged vocal chords and finally, multiple infected stab and gunshot wounds.
Quite a list, eh? I don't even know how I'm alive. He hooks up an IV of painkillers, which are strong enough to help Steve, and leaves me alone, half-sitting and alone. Natasha went to help the others, and soon, I fell into a nightmare-riddled sleep.