Forged in fear

Recoverd? | 13

Peter removed his shirt and looked at himself in the mirror. He examined his body and looked at how much damage had really been done. He looked at each and every scar, every cut, every bruise, then his chest. He felt sick looking at the letters on his chest, just the thought of not only HYDRA but the pain he experienced when it happened.

He had gone through electrocution nearly every day and getting hit stabbed and cut all over was nothing new either, but the burning of the iron bars melting his skin and how he wanted to scream but passed out from the pain, there had only been a few times where the pain was so bad he passed out but that seemed to happen a lot over the past few days when he was there.

He felt a tear fall down his cheek as he cursed himself, quickly wiping it away. Then he turned around and saw the entirety of his back going all the way down was littered from scars and cuts from being whipped, he could handle getting hit and cut but being whipped was always the worst of all, aside from electrocution. He looked at his arms and then saw his bandage, he decided he'd unwrap it and take a look, but when he did, the cut from both sides seemed to fuse, already healed, the stitches were still in though, and the surrounding skin was still tender, red, inflamed and bruised, but the wound was healed.

He mindlessly dropped the bandage into the trash can as he examined the semi healed wound. He was extremely confused as to how he managed to recover so soon, but quite frankly he was glad. He had surgery the next day, and he didn't want them seeing this and realizing it was a bullet wound, and who had they shot on their mission that he was on, who had super powers? Him.

He decided to look around under the sink before he found a pair of tiny little scissors. He slowly and carefully not to stab himself since they were sharp, inserted them between one of the stitches and cut the string. He set them down on the counter and pinched the end of the string. He gently pulled it out wincing in pain as the jagged sewing sting pulled out of his skin, and low and behold, the two sides of the wound stayed closed. So, he snipped the rest of the remaining stitched and pulled them all out, sweeping them into the trash can. He then began on the back side, snipping and pulling all the stitches out and he seemed to be ok.

Peter put his shirt on and exited the bathroom, flopping down onto his bed. He sighed and started thinking to himself. He remembered the note the punisher wrote to him when he woke up, and how he said the doctor told him that it would take a near two weeks just for the wound the heal up majority wise. He was confused now, that the wound seemed to heal, in only three days.

Then he remembered that he managed to actually crawl up a wall, and how even when they fed him full meals three times a day, he was still always feeling hungry. Now that his bullet would was healed quickly and any time he got cuts they healed fast too. Even how small noises seemed to be louder than they really were and hurt his ears more than anyone else he saw at the base, exactly how too much visual input to his brain can send him into overdrive. Maybe I am more enhanced than anyone realized. Peter thought to himself. He sat up from the bed and looked to his bedside table where the muffs sat. He looked at the red star that sat on the side of each cover. He found himself growing angry.

[Flash back]

"Agent X, my boy," the punisher knelt down as he held the hands of the now eight year old boy. "We are going to make you stronger, stronger than you ever were before. Think of it like, you're our next project, our next experiment. Your going to be training more than you ever have before. And we're going to set stricter rules because now, you truly are going to be, a winter solider." He said as he stood up bringing the boy into the lab where he would spend many long hours from there on out.

The punisher brought him over to a chair where he picked the boy up, setting him down into it, locking the metal guards around his small arms and legs. Agent X was scared as he heard the clicks of the cuffs, he looked around and saw the doctors all preparing as he noticed the multiple of supplies on little metal trays. From syringes and scalpels, clamps and vials of this odd red liquid, he felt the fear growing inside him, but he wanted to make the punisher happy.