Hidden in Plain Sight // A Spiderfrost Fanfic

Chapter 12

Warnings!! More sad stuff. Probably some sensitive topics for some. Lol idk what to put here anymore.

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Peter's P.O.V

Sitting there wallowing in my pain and self-pity was a form of torture in itself. I only moved to use the restroom in my cell. I couldn't bring myself to eat and it was impossible for me to sleep.

It had been four days since I last saw Loki and I was absolutely miserable. It felt like all those horrible nights in Hydra, but this time I didn't have Bucky. I missed Loki so much it actually hurt me. I had tried to communicate with Loki several times, but our bond wasn't working.

Nat had come to visit me twice before but she never stayed long. I was desperate at this point. If I stayed in this damn cell for another day I was positive I would go insane.

A tray with food was slid into my cell, interrupting my thoughts. It was Tony bringing me food. I scrunched up my nose in disgust and slid the tray back.

He sighed. "Peter every time I bring you food you refuse it. It's been four days please eat."

I shook my head and glared at the floor. Tony took the tray and placed it on the floor. He sat down next to it, in front of my cell with his back against the glass.

"He misses you," Tony said quietly. "He asks about you all the time but I never have the heart to tell him how bad you're doing. Why are you doing this to yourself?"

I didn't answer.

We sat in silence for a few minutes before I finally couldn't take anymore.

"Why can't I see him?" My broken, tired voice echoed around the cell. "I'm miserable in this god-forsaken cell. Can't you see that? I can't eat. I can't sleep. This stupid prison is worse than Hydra. I hate it here."

I put my arms across my knees and rested my head on them. I really didn't have the energy to deal with this. I was emotionally and physically drained. No food or sleep for a mutant with an extremely fast metabolism was a dangerous combination and I was suffering from the effects.

I heard Tony stand but I couldn't force my exhausted body to look up. He slid the tray of food back in before turning to leave.

"I'll be right back," Tony muttered, guilt weighing on his voice. I heard his footsteps echo down the hall. I shifted my position and closed my eyes. I didn't care where he was going or if we was coming back. Everything just seemed pointless at this point.

After sitting in the same place for awhile, I got an idea. If Tony wouldn't let me see him I'd just have to go see him myself. I opened my eyes and located the tray. On it was a roll, a bowl of white rice, and some chicken. I sighed and reached out for it. I needed energy for this heist. I ate the roll, a few pieces of chicken, and one-fourth of the rice before I was absolutely stuffed.

I leaned against the wall waiting for the food to digest. After ten minutes, I looked down at my hands, or more accurately, my wrists. They confiscated everything on me except my web shooters. A devious smile played on my lips. Oh all the mischief I could cause with these, combined with my wall-scaling.

I took hold of the wall and pulled myself up, groaning. My stiff muscles and sore scars protested but it would soon be worth it. I walked up to the glass  and peered out. No guards. I smiled. Perfect. 

I examined the glass. It was definitely bulletproof and probably really thick so normal people can't break it. However I wasn't normal. I made a huge slingshot out of my webs and positioned myself in the middle. I backed up as far as I could go and released. I flew towards the glass and aimed a fist. Crack!