Forged in fear

PTSD | 11

Peter sat alone on his bed, his only entertainment was the little red light on the camera that flickered on and off every second or so, signifying he was being watched. It was all so different than HYDRA though, after a long nap that made him accidentally skip lunch, he still hadn't been called out of the room to work out, or make some kid a of new chemical weapon, not even for any mission reviews or notices.

There was always this warm calm in the air though. Something he couldn't exactly even explain to himself. But at the same time it slowly burned an aching fear into him. He was left too long with his mind, the only time it seemed in years that he actually got to think, and with all this thinking brought back too many things he wasn't digging for but still decided to come beat their ugly face to him anyways.

He started to think all about everything that had happened to him over the course of his life, he thought what he was missing right now, all the way down to how pissed he knew the punisher and master would be when they realized they couldn't find their two best soldiers. He feared how bad his punishment would be, he didn't know if it would be the rack, a whip, them cutting his skin and testing his limits, or even just a plain out beating. He felt sick to his stomach just thinking about all his options, he was punished too many times within such a short period of tins that he didn't know how much more of it he could really take before it started to truly get to him. He didn't think he could take any more beatings, not a single one more, and he feared his body would just crumble and break if he was hit one more time.

His side and stomach were in a never ending loop of pain and he could just feel every inch of his body ache. He started getting teary eyed again, he quickly wiped them and cursed himself for crying, especially twice in one day. He knew that alone would gain him the beating of a life time and he knew he had to be strong and hopefully when he was found he wouldn't be in too much trouble.

"Peter, your heart rate has increased to potentially dangerous levels in such a short period of time, calling Boss down now." Peter jumped and was immediately on high alert, gripping his side as he felt the pain, the voice just seemingly came from no where. He jumped out of bed in an even more panicked state than before.

"Who are you?" He demanded in an aggressive tone as he looked around for the source of the voice.

"My name is Friday, I'm Tony Stark's personal AI system. You need to calm down Peter you appear to be suffering from a panic attack, help is coming." Friday responded as Peter became angry.

"No, don't tell me what to do! And who are you calling!" He yelled as he scrambled to the opposite side of the room from the door and elevator.

"Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Steve Rodgers and Bucky Barnes. They will help you, but you need to relax." She tried to explain.

"No, they can't come anywhere near me!" Peter yelled as he fell the the floor, scooting himself against the wall, he felt himself going into almost a fight or flight mode. The AI didn't respond as the elevator door opened seconds later and of course, out came those she spoke of. Bucky came first as he ran and opened the door, leaving it open as he ran to Peter's aid. The other three came in but stayed back.

"Peter what's wrong?" Bucky asked intimately worried. Peter just eyed the three others in the room with him as they slowly advanced, he felt his anxiety increasing rapidly, he felt terrified of what they might do to him.

"Don't come any closer!" Peter yelled at the three, breathing heavily as the trio promptly stopped in their tracks, Peter finally averted his gaze to look at Bucky.

"Peter it's ok they're just trying to help." Bucky spoke softly as he tried to calm Peter down.

"No, they're going to hurt me, probably take me away somewhere to some cage to let me die." Peter quietly growled as he continuously looked back and forth between Bucky and the others.