Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

The HYDRA Spider part 3

Peter mumbled incoherent phrases as his head turning right and left, “No! No! Stop!” Tears spilled down the crying boy’s cream-colored skin, “You’re hurting me!” 

Quentin smiled sweetly towards a chained Peter, fiddling with a knife between his middle and forefinger. Peter’s eyes were wide with fear as he had just managed to stutter through trembling lips, “Please don’t hurt me.” 

Peter grunted, attempting to free himself, but all that did was propel him headfirst into an anxiety attack. The very next thing Peter knew, he was shaking all over and his lungs were tightening inside his chest and his body wouldn’t cooperate with his need for oxygen. There was too much anxiety and panic, and the hyperventilating teenager didn’t have anyone to help him through it. 

Tony would’ve spoken softly as he coaxed soft reassurances that would’ve helped the teenager ground onto something to calm his terror-induced self. He would’ve pulled Peter into his arms and softly stroked him until the boy could breathe again. Steve would’ve been gentle too, with his gentle twinkling baby blue eyes of reassurances that everything was going to be okay. His gentle yet always warm arms would’ve guided Peter onto his chest and just hold him until all his boy’s anxiety would just disappear. 

But Peter was far from those loving touches, instead in a place that he didn’t even know on the world map with people who only wanted to bring harm to him. He needed to get out of here, he hated being stuck.

Beck seemed to enjoy Peter’s panic and brought the blade poised above Peter’s hearts, a clear yet cruel indication of what the man’s intentions were. 

Just as Peter screamed, his eyes flashed open and found himself in the presence of a man he had never seen before. The man looked well into his fifties with a bald head and an unreadable, stoic expression. He was leaned into the chair that he was perched upon, suggesting that he had been waiting for the teenager to wake up for a while. Peter thought bitterly, good for him. 

The man lifted his gaze to find a wide-awake Peter who was attempting to calm his breathing. He inquired with a slight curve of the lip, “Sleep comfortably?” 

Still haunted by his nightmare, Peter thickly swallowed, “What do you want from me?” His voice was thick with exhaustion as he looked up at the ceiling, refusing to look into his captor’s eyes. He just wanted to go home, but he was too far from it. He looked at the man through the corner of his eyes, something brought a sense of dangerous familiarity. Beck, he had no memory of, but the more he looked at the man, the more he felt that he had seen him before, probably in a video or in a photo. 

The man chuckled darkly, sending chills racing each other down Peter’s spine, “Peter Anthony Stark-Rogers, secret child of Tony Stark, Iron Man, and Steve Rogers, Captain America.” He twiddled with his calloused fingers, “Also, the man behind Spiderman’s mask.” 

As much as Peter wanted to ask how they found out about him, he needed to know what on Earth he did so wrong to be brought here. So the boy couldn’t help but ask, “Why did you bring me here?” It’s an innocent question, that hadn’t been fully answered yet. 

The man’s eyes twinkled with glee, “As leverage of course. Against Iron Man, or Tony Stark. Whatever you call him, I don’t really care. What’s important is that we have you, and you aren’t going anywhere. You see, your father” he spat, “wronged many people such as myself as Mister Beck who you met two days ago. In 2008, I was controlling Stark Industries and your damn father started to act out, so just like you here, I ordered him to be kidnapped.” Obadiah Stane smiled sickly towards Peter, “Nice little thing money is, a true negotiator with terrorists in Afghanistan. It was a win-win for everyone.”