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Peter Benjamin Parker, a valuable asset for HYDRA.He was feared among many,always meeting the sight of people scurrying away as soon as he steps in the room.
He never understood why,it was never his intention to appear as the big bad guy.
This deep feeling of loneliness seem to be etched deep in his heart,leaving an empty hole never again to be filled.
HYDRA destroyed him.He was made a monster for their own selfish desires,and it was never made clear to him why.
Before HYDRA,before everything,Peter was a frail young boy at the ripe age of 17.A teenager who was in the process of figuring out his life,ripped away from all of his hopes and dreams.
Suffering from the loss he had experienced,he took shelter in an orphanage.Abusive as it was,Peter had no other choices to make.Enduring the pain wasn't something preferable.As long as he was given food,it was all he could care about.
Being forcefully dragged across the room isn't something you would dream of right after waking up from a deep sleep.
His hair could fall off any moment now,His butt kinda hurts.
But who cares about his butt?he was going to be kidnapped and experimented with for god's sake!Shit.Double Shit.Was all he could think of right now.
As a result of all his screaming and protests,He practically got stabbed by a needle that contained a strange liquid.He falls down to the floor,his vision darkens.
***
Spider groggily stepped out the strange machinery he was in for god knows how long.His head felt dizzy as he struggled to clear his vision.Ice melts off his body.
He winced at the bright light as soon as he tries to open his eyes.
With staggering steps,he walked over to what looks like a chair.In a moment of weakness,all you could think of is to rest after all.He sat on the said chair,letting out a shaky sigh.
He tries to recall his memories.It was a blur.For some reason,he doesn't remember anything.He needs to relearn about his past,this place,and his name.
His name,why couldn't he remember his name?and he is sure that Spider most definitely isn't.
With a sudden aching feeling in his head,he falls down to a kneeling position.He grits his teeth,a new memory makes it's way into his mind.
The memory was vivid,almost like he was reliving it again.
***
It's cold,he's shirtless.Overly bright lights shine above him,his body pressed against hard metal.He can hear chattering across the room.It was dark,the light above him being the only light source.
Then someone screams,rage filled their tone.He winced,eyes squeezed tight.He tries to bring both of his palms to his ears,but was stopped by shackles that held him tight.
The noise was overwhelming.He wants to tear up,but he can't.
Not when he knows there are consequences.
A loud groan was hears across the room,a familiar figure walks up to him.The figure eyes him for a while,rolling his eyes as he goes to the door,hand on the handle.
"Wipe him." the door was slammed shut.
He can feel fear creeping through his brain.No,no.Why?He hasn't done anything wrong,so why?WH-
The metal bed lowers,he gets gagged,the taste of metal makes him want to vomit,a metal ring keeps his head in place,bruising his temple.
He prepares for what's about to come,clenching his fist.His overgrown nails digging through his palm.
***
The next few moments were a blur, but he knows that; he was screaming the whole time.
He groans,that memory was rather unpleasant.
That isn't something he's going to be revisiting soon.
Spider gives himself a moment of silence.He feels lost.With no clues of his past,he isn't sure what he can do.If he stays here any longer,that memory would definitely happen again,and he doesn't want that.Experiencing it again would be terrible.
He hums,he could just escape.
Not sure that would work though,maybe there would be suspecting people if he just carelessly walks through a hall.
But then again,maybe they would think he's jut off to another mission?He was Hydra.
It's pretty obvious,he had a left prosthetic leg that hada huge communist star on it.It's uncomfortable,and feels out of place.It disturbs him,like the leg had a terrible past to it.He gets the feeling of wanting to rip it off,but he wouldn't be able to anything without it.
He lets out a tired sigh,standing from the chair.
'Escape it is.'
***
Carefully,Spider peeks out of the door.Cautiously looking around his surroundings.
There aren't many people outside,only 2 to 3 scientists maybe.But he can pass through them, they'll just think he's on his way to a mission.Yeah,great plan.
Only problem is he's shirtless,like in the memory.
He lets out an exasperated sigh,closing the door gently to avoid drawing attention.He looks around the room,nothing.Only tools a mad scientist would use,but no clothes.
This is going to be a hard escape.
Without any second thought,Spider opens the door.His long hair covered his face,hiding the nervous look he had.But his guard doesn't waver.Nervous as he is,he needs to look out for himself.
He steps out outside,earning a glare from three of the scientists that were outside of the room.They share glances,but shrugged it off soon after.
He sighed of relief.He continues his steps forward,a huge metal gate up front.
Huh,how convenient.
Two people were guarding the gate,both of them were wearing Russian styled winter clothes.Was it winter season?
Not wasting any time,He moves forward to the gate.Stopping by at the middle.One of the guards look over to him,raising an eyebrow.The grip of his rifle tightens,Spider gulps.
"отправился на другую миссию, Паук? (off on another mission,Spider?)" The guard spoke russian.It was a shock to Spider that he understood what was being said.
He gives a nod,his long strands of hair following."да.(yes.)" his voice is kept low.
The guard gives a look to his companion,who gives him a nod of approval.
The guard huffs,rolling his eyes.He grabs something that looked like a key and unlocked the gate doors."очень хорошо, иди. Слава Гидре.(Very good, go. Glory to Hydra.)" he wants to vomit over that last sentence.
Glory my ass,this place can burn to ashes for all i care about.He thoughts,feeling annoyed as hell.
He instantly steps out of the building,the huge metal doors closing on him.He relaxes his shoulders,a long sigh escaping his lungs.God,he feels free, at last.
His excitement dies down almost immediately,where the hell does he go now?It's night and he's pretty sure he'll look like a crazy dude if he roams in the streets.
Plus he doesn't really have any basic social skills due to the torture he had to endure for so long.How old is he anyway?He shakes the thoughts away.Whatevef,that doesn't matter right now.
He searches deep inside his fuzzy memories, trying to find a clue on where to go.
An idea comes across his mind,he smirks smugly.
The avengers compound.