The Kidnapped Spider

Peter & Natasha

Peter woke with a start, lurching a little.

He shook his head and felt his mouth dry up as he tried to blink the bleariness out of his eyes. Once they were mostly clear, he glanced around, trying to figure out where he was. His surroundings were swamped with darkness and it was like a typical crime movie where there was one light hanging down on him.

Sighing and wishing for some originality, Peter squinted and tried to figure out where he was based on what he could see. But so far there was nothing and he glanced down to see he was tied to a chair. His ankles and wrists were tied down and he tried to twist his neck or break the bonds.

But his strength was depleted and Peter figured he must have been drugged. If these people knew what powers Spider-Man had, they clearly had gone out of their way to make sure he wouldn't escape.

"So."

Peter jerked towards the voice.

"Looks like our experiment payed off," a new person - another woman - walked into his vision, smirking while playing with a knife. Peter glared harshly at her.

"Lilia," the bald man from before walked in, and gently pushed her. "I promised our boy an explanation and he's going to get one." the woman - Lilia snorted but walked away.

"I'm not yours," Peter retorted under his breath and the man looked at him.

"You kind of are kid," He snorted. "The only reason why you exist is because of what we did."

Peter glared at him and he sighed.

"Julian." the man introduced himself.

"Peter," Peter said automatically and then bit his tongue. The man - Julian smirked but didn't comment.

"Well, I promised you a story yes?" Julian sighed. "Here it is." the man cleared his throat and sat down on a stool as he tapped his lip. "Natasha Romanov." He twisted his lips before grimacing out a smirk. "The Black Widow had so many talents for a perfect soldier. We read up all about her. And when we managed to get our hands on her - well, we couldn't believe our luck. Our team for years had been searching up a formula - something to give her the opportunity to be pregnant. And then, once we set her up with Anthony Stark, we figured we would take the child once it was born.

"We weren't sure if Natasha was going to abort it but imagine our surprise to find out that she was absolutely elated to be pregnant. Maybe hesitant about that fact it was Stark's child but she loved it nonetheless." Julian sighed. "And that's when it got complicated."

"Complicated?" Peter frowned.

"Natasha wanted to keep the child," Julian said flatly. "She protected that kid with her life - she protected you with a ferocity that we didn't envision. It took us three years to finally be able to pry you away from her. And when we did? Our hired workers wanted to keep you away from us. You see, your father Richard Parker helped make the selective gene formula that we wanted. That's why we hired him to help create you with the selected genes we wanted. But, when they found out about our plan...they took you away."

Julian rolled his fingers while Peter tried to process what was happening.

"We caught wind that they were taking you on a vacation. We figured since we couldn't control you, it would be best to get rid of you. So we shot the plane down. And when we had a suspicion that the aunt and uncle still had you, we killed him for insurance." Julian flicked something off his finger while Peter reeled from the confession.

"The plan was so...simple," Julian let out a frustrated growl. "It would've been so easy and nobody would've gotten hurt if it hadn't been for your adopted parents -"