Six months, six painful months. Hundred-eighty-two days of pain and fear. Peter couldn't understand why he was there, but he had made a new friend, a brother. He was given a diary, where he would write all the painful memories that he would get every single day. The first day, how he was electrocuted. The fifth day, he was injected with serums and poisons, his healing abilities put up to the test of how long it would last. Day seven, he made a new friend, a brother. James Buchanan Barnes, Bucky for short. It would be a memory in that diary he would never forget. Bucky protected Peter as much as he could. He would try and tell Hydra he's not ready for missions, he knows Peter isn't mentally or physically prepared to go out and kill people. The young teen hadn't been brainwashed like he was.

Peter was sat down on the floor of the small, tight spaced cell. His body was frail, pale and shaking. The men and woman that worked for Hydra wouldn't give him the right nutritional values, they wouldn't give him the right amount of food or water that he needed. They would give him quarter of what he actually needed. Bucky would offer up his food, but Peter always refused, knowing the super soldier nodded the food as well. He looked up at Bucky and he crawled over weakly, leaning into his flesh arm. He held himself tightly as tears fell. His body was cold and he felt sick, his stomach churning slightly. He covered his mouth and Bucky's eyes went wide, knowing what was going to happen. He picked Peter up and leaned him over the toilet that he rushed him to, Peter emptying the small amount of contents he had in his system. Tears fell heavily as he collapsed to the ground, his body shaking. His vision went dark and he passed out, hearing Bucky yell his name as he passed out.

When Peter passed out, two doctors and a guard walked in, grabbing the pale boy as they dragged him out. They took him to the lab, measuring his arms. The boy's eyes opened weakly and they widened with fear, seeing a smaller, yet scarier version of Bucky's arm. He screamed in fear, shaking his head as his arms, legs and head were strapped down. A doctor injected him and he was put under, his body becoming weak as he lost consciousness. The doctor grabbed a scalpel and cut Peter's arm, smirking as he did. He started to replace the boy's small arm with the similar arm of Bucky. He would scream and cry in his sleep as he could feel everything. His arm being cut into and replaced. He hated what he was feeling. All he wanted was Bucky or His Aunt May.

When the surgery was done, Peter was picked up and thrown into his and Bucky's cell. When the older male heard the noice of metal hitting the floor, his eyes widened as he realised what they had done to his little brother. He ran towards Peter and looked at his arm, covering his mouth. There was blood covering the boy's clothes, his arm had been replaced like his own. He knew what had happened, they had gotten to Peter before he could stop them. They had destroyed and mutated Peters body to be like his own. Bucky slowly and gently shook the boy's shoulder, checking the boy's temperature with his flesh hand, realising hat it was high. He shouted for help, but nobody came. He could tell that Peter could die in these conditions, he knew that Peter needed professional help and not Hydras horrible doctor help.

Bucky gently picked the boy up and kicked the cell repeatedly until it opened. The guards pulled out their guns and he snarled with anger, grabbing them when he did. He aimed the guns at both men, shooting them immediately. The body's fell lifeless and Bucky ran towards the exit, shooting anyone that got in his way. He soon reached the exit, opening it as he ran up the stairs, shooting and fighting everyone that had hurt him or Peter, he did it to anyone that tried to stop him from escaping. Peter slowly opened his eyes and he looked around weakly, his body shaking with fear as he cried. Bucky held him tightly as he ran into the streets, shouting for help. But he knew that no one would come, he was known as the Winter Soldier, an enemy of the whole world.

The now fifteen-year-old boy cried in fear as he looked around, his whole body shaking as he covered his mouth with his new metal arm. He was finally free, Bucky had saved him and himself. He looked around, the city they were in very memorable in his brain. New York. He heard a scream and turned his head, his eyes closing tightly when he saw a women looking at them, screaming as she phoned the police. Peter shook his head quickly. Soon a loud noise was heard and peter covered his ears screaming. Loud noises were something he had never gotten the chance to get used to. Bucky held him tightly as he stepped back as metallic footsteps made their way towards them. Peters Spider senses went crazy and he looked up, his eyes widening.
"Iron Man, Captain America..." He whispered, Bucky placing the teen on the floor.
"Steve, please. We are no harm, H..Hydra-" Bucky was cut off when his old best friend hugged him. Peter had heard many war stories off of Bucky.
"I..I want to go home now. I..I want to go home to my Aunt May," Peter cried and Bucky looked at him.
"P..Peter, you know she's dead. I'm so sorry bud," Bucky whispered and hugged the teen tightly. Both Iron Man and Captain America stood there in shock, Iron Man turned towards Peter and his eyes widened when he seen the boy hugging Bucky.
"Oh my god, Peter!"