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Chapter 12

Peter's POV-

Two months. Not very long when you think about normal life, but I'm being held captive by an evil Nazi organisation, so the days tend to drag a little longer than normal, if you catch my drift. I'm shocked in the brain at least 5 times week and tortured 6. Two months feels like a decade when your life becomes pain. 

And so far, the shocks have done just that- caused me pain. I can see the frustration of my captures growing. They needed results by now, but only thing in me is relisting the memory wipes. Part of me is thankful that I'm not forgetting my life, the other part of me wants to give in, forget it all, and become the monster they want to escape from this torture. 

God, I miss my family. I lay awake at night (at least I think it's night, again, no window) and think about them. Or my adoptive family, I guess. Not that they adopted me, but they are the closest thing I will ever have to a family again. Whatever. What I mean is, I reminisce. And I think about whether or not they will be able to find me. That is, if they are looking anymore. I hope they are, it's only been two months. They can't think I died yet. 

3rd Person POV-

"I found him!" The words echoed through Tony's head. "I found him. Peter. I found him." The words left his mouth and it's the most he's said in a month. He sprinted out of the lab, up the stairs, and into the living area of the Avengers. While he was running he called to F.R.I.D.A.Y., telling her to gather everyone in the living room. When he got up there, the people who were currently living in the tower were all crowded around the couches, looking rough, to say the least.

"What is it, Tony?" Steve pressed him as soon as he was through the doorway. 

"I found him!" Everyone's eyes shot wide open. "I found him. Everyone suit up." They ran out of the room, no one needed anything more than that. Not 10 minutes later they were climbing onto the quin-jet. Tony put in the coordinates to some unknown base in some waste land of a country. It took around 40 minutes to get there, and you could cut the tension with a knife. There was a nervous anticipation in the air, but this was the most excitement anyone had felt since a few weeks after Peter was taken. 

The plan was simple. Team Cap would cause a distraction in the front, while Team Iron infiltrated, located, and rescued Peter within the facility. They finally made the jump from the plane, over the base, and the plan was in full affect. Team Iron got in with no issues at all.

Peter's POV-

Panic set in fast. The alarm was making my already wired senses go into overload. I could feel my breath pick up. The lights became brighter and unbearable. I curled up in a ball. My hands covered my ears, but it did nothing to offset the barling alarm system. My eyes were squeezed shut and crying fearful tears. My mind starts to go blank; I can't think with all the alarms going off. 

There is a hand on my back. It landed there gently, unlike the harsh slap of a Hydra Soldier. It was the first sense of comfort I had felt since before the Taking. A soft, familiar voice begins to speak to me. I can't quite hear it over the alarms, but my body relaxes and my sense dial in to the man speaking beside me. 

"Hey Pete. I know this is a lot. You have to calm down for me though." My hands were still pushed firmly against my ears, but his soft voice sounded crystal clear. I began to uncurl slowly, if only to check that it wasn't another hallucination. 

"Mr. Stark?" He smiled gently, but pain was evident in his eyes. I wanted to apologize, as if I had upset him, but I couldn't find the words. 

"It's me, buddy. We have to get you out of here now. Can you stand?" I had no response. My body weight and muscle had gone down considerably since I've been here, for good reason. Standing became a struggle only a month after I got here. I had no need for it anyway; if there was somewhere for me to go, I was drug there by at least two guards. "No problem. I'll carry you." 

He stood up and went to grab me. It must have been odd for him, seeing me in this state, I mean. I had to laugh at the thought. He must have though I was crazy. Laughing seized my body and as he stepped back into the red and gold suit, cold metal had never felt so safe before. 

Maybe I was crazy. Maybe I had lost it while I was here, but it didn't matter anymore. I was saved.