Forged in fear

A Sweet Escape | 7

Peter woke up and rubbed his head groaning. He tried to sit up using his arms before pain erupted in his left arm, he used his right to pull himself up, them quickly nursing his arm. He looked down and saw it was wrapped in white and red stained bandages. He wondered for a moment where it came from but him having new unexplainable injuries was no surprise to him. Peter noticed he was also in his bed, he looked around and saw it was his room at the new facility.

He ducked in slow deep breathes, feeling his entire body just aching in pain as a headache started coming on him. He could hear every small noise as he moved around on the bed. Tears in his eyes he reached into his bed side drawer grabbing the muffs he had gotten recently. He quickly placed them over his ears, shutting his eyes as all noise just disappeared. He sat for a moment more just breathing before he opened his eyes again. He was already feeling pleased with the results.

He looked around seeing the small window signifying that it was night time. He looked back to his night side table where he noticed a slip of paper sitting there. He grabbed it and unfolded it reading over its contents. It was a note from the punisher.

Agent X,

I was informed of all that happened on your mission today, and I'm not pleased with your performance. Granted we were able to get some useful information and no ones identity was revealed at all today, you still failed. 

Oh right the mission. Peter thought to himself. He started remembering all that happened, it was hard to remember his experiences outside of being controlled, but sadly it seemed like his assignments were easy to remember if someone were to bring up the topic. Peter just frowned to himself as he sat there, dark room, the only light coming from the moon through his barred up window, ear muffs cancelling all sound except his thoughts. He knew Master said he was proud, but he wanted the punisher's approval more than anything. He raised Peter since he was young, there were times where Peter had made him proud, sure plenty, but recently it seems like his luck was deteriorating. But regardless, Peter read on.

I was told of a fight that broke out with you and another target and you had been captured and electrocuted many times at extremely high voltage, I won't punish you. This time, because you seem like your punishment was already dealt out to you during that mission. You can't keep doing this, what were to happen if you actually were captured? They could have kept you there till the end of time, torture you till you died. What would have happened then? I want you to be better. And if you don't start succeeding soon, then we are going to have a problem.

Toughen up and stop being weak, or so help me child, I will beat you senseless. Think this over. One of our head doctors says your wound will be healed in a week, two weeks tops. Till then we won't send you out, your days will be sent resting and working out, or working on any projects Master has for you, 'till then.

~The Punisher

Peter folded up the paper and placed it back on the night stand. He knew that he cared, otherwise he wouldn't do the things he does for Peter, all that he does to better him, toughen him up.

Peter stood up and walked over to the wall with the tall window, he just wanted to get a good look, so he placed his right hand on the wall remembering that feeling of the time he managed to crawl up it. He pulled himself up, not too gracefully as he steadied his feet there too. He pulled himself up using the one arm he could, till his head was in view of the window. He stared out, his head feeling better as he pulled the ear muffs down to hang on his neck.

Peter looked out the window, it was almost like he was just in a trance, the sounds of the outside world just captivated him that he didn't even notice the loud noises coming from outside his room, but it just seems like some noises just can't be ignored.