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Chapter 11

3rd Person POV-

It was terrible. Picture the word "disarray", that about sums up our character's lives at the moment. 

Peter had only been gone two weeks, but it seemed like there was a darkness over the world. Anyone close to him, that knew the real reason he was gone, were horribly depressed. Loss hung thick over their day-to-day moments.  

Take Ned and MJ for example, two days after his abrupt disappearance, with no word from him, they marched right Avengers Tower looking for the truth. That was a difficult conversation for everyone involved, but everyone got through it, barely. The two teenagers tried to go on without Peter, but everyone both knew it couldn't last long. 

Similarly, Earth's Mightiest Heroes struggled. Tensions were growing ever more precariously throughout the Tower. Trying to live without Peter wasn't going well. Tony and Bruce spent all hours of their days in their respective laboratories, searching desperately for a solution to their ever growing fear. Steve, Sam, Nat, and Bucky seemed to spend all their time in the gym, either working out or trying to beat the shit out of one another. Thor returned to Asgard, Clint returned to his family, and Scott stopped coming over as often. Wanda and Pietro kept to themselves, only leaving their rooms to eat and see each other. 

The public didn't know Peter was missing. They only noticed that Spider-Man wasn't swinging around like usual, most people called him a deserter. If only that was the truth. 

Peter POV-

Everything is terrible. Life is prison. I could only be saved by death. 

I'd only been there two weeks, but it seemed like years. Everyday was the same, I wake up to cow bells and get dragged into a room with a metal chair. I get strapped to said metal chair.  I get tortured for hours, though I don't know why. They don't asked me any question or say anything in English to me. After being dragged back to my cell, I usually get a piece or two of stale bread. Then I write in my notebook and sleep off the pain. Pain is meaningless anyway. 

The only thing keeping me grounded is the thought of my friends and family. I spend hours everyday strapped to a chair, so to distract myself, I think about the world beyond my little concrete box. 

How are Ned and MJ doing?             Did Ned get any new Lego sets?                 Has MJ started a new book yet?              How is Mr. Stark? Any cool new projects?              Have they had movie night without me? What movie was it? 

Will I ever see them again? Will I ever see anyone again? Are they even looking for me?

When will I die? 

Soon?