Peter woke with a start, sitting up on his slab of a bed. He sat there, staring blankly at the wall. He occasionally heard people shuffling past his cell, yelling and even screams. Peter sighed, watching as someone slid a tray of food through a slot in the heavy metal door.
The tray held a cup of water, a few pieces of most likely stale bread, a small cut of some type of meat, and a few pills, varying in color and shape. Peter stared at it, standing up to go get his provided nutrition. He tossed the pills back, taking a greedy gulp of water. Peter's expression soured, frowning. His brown eyes darted to the food and to the door.
"There was an extra pill.." Peter still ate the bread and meat, downing the water, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling spreading though his body, numbness dancing down his limbs.
He got up, pushing the tray and empty cut through the door, walking to sit in the corner. When he was smaller, there was one person who took pity on him, getting him permission to have crayons and paper. They never removed that authority, still giving him the items when they saw he was low. He is grateful for this. Peter takes out a red crayon, and a blue one. And a yellow one for good measures.
He scribbles words down, messy and almost unreadable. He draws Ironman. What he could remember, anyways. Peter knows he loved Ironman, crying his first few weeks to the man. Ah.. He never came, but Peter still holds some hope.
"Someday." Peter tells himself, setting the paper in a high pile, organizing his crayons. He prides himself in being able to remember some of himself, patting his numb legs.
"Oh." Peter turns around, as people swung open the door, sending a loud echo through the room. Peter flinches, standing up. His legs threaten to buckle, but he manages a salute, watching as they snap chains to his wrist.
He follows obediently as they lead him out his room, into that dreaded operating room. There waits a metal table, and a few carts of medical supplies. The guards nod as scientists enter, shoving the boy on the table, clicking the chains to extended parts of the offending table. It was loose. Peter could tell today wasn't gonna be a good day. They only left it loose when they did something that was going to hurt, so he could thrash around in panic, hurting himself further. Peter sighed, tugging gently on the chains, head snapping up as they wheeled a cart to him.
The cart had something long splayed across it, wrapped in cloth.
"Spider-2, good morning." A slim woman nodded at him, black hair tucked into a neat bun, piercing grey eyes to match. She hummed as she sure Peter was strapped down, bending over to grab a glass box. Inside sat a spider, blue and red accents a navy black. "I picked this one out for you." She smiled, though Peter could tell she was waiting for something. He nodded in response.
The lady tore his ratty shirt off, dumping the spider on his chest. Peter's breath hitched as he watched it walk around. Betraying her sadistic eyes, the woman frowned, flicking the spider with a gloved finger to agitate it. Peter let out a yelp as it bit him on his collar bone, watching it hold his skin before letting go, rolling onto its back and promptly dying, the colors draining from its small body.
"Very good, Very good. Now be a good boy, Spider-2, if you are.. you can have friends in your room." She nodded at someone else, who pulled out a sketch pad. Peter's doe eyes sparkled, feeling his chest swell in pain.
"Can I really?" He huffed out, suddenly feeling hot and clammy. His breathing quickly became labored, sweat licking down his face and body, sticking his messy curls to his forehead.
"Yes. Now be good." The woman growled the last part, smiling to herself as she watched Peter. She unhooked his chains, rolling him onto his stomach, putting them back on. "This may sting just a bit, Spider-2. " She hummed, cutting a wide gash along his spine. He yelped, squirming around, eyes drooping with sickness.
She took the long items off the cart, unwrapping them and carefully, yet forcefully thrusting them onto his spine, tinkering with nerves and veins, attaching everything quickly.
"When you wake up, you may have guests." She patted his back, eliciting a loud, painfully sluggish cry.
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A Spidery Hydra
FanfictionPeter Parker. He used to live with his aunt, now where is he? In Hydra's basement. They plan to inject him with.. spider. They call him the ''Spider-2" and Peter doesn't want to know how the first one turned out. When he gets his new legs, he has vi...
