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"Him. We need him."

"Are you sure boss?"

"I'm sure. Tell the soldier, he has a new mission."

"Y-Yes

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Peter was late. Really late. Nearly getting hit by another car, he ran across the street, his school finally coming into view. Running up the stairs with inhuman speed, he barged through the door, running to his classroom. He quietly opened the door, creeping in, hoping the teacher didn't see him. But there was a problem. And that problem was a he. And that problem had a name. The name, was flash. As peter walked quietly past, flash stuck out his leg right in front of him, causing peter to trip. Loudly.

"Peter, if your going to come in late please do it quietly." The teacher remarked, turning back to the board. Flash snickered.

"Yeah, stay outta trouble. Wouldn't want anything to happen." Flash whispered menacingly.

"Your right, we wouldn't." Came a female voice from beside flash. Mj. She raised her hand, smirking.

"Um, mrs gams?" She said innocently.

"Yes Michelle?"

"Flash tripped peter, and now he's threatening him." A haunted look filled flashes face.

"Well, that's not very nice. Flash, go to the principles office, and tell him what you did. Bring your bag with you." Flash let out a growl towards mj, and then looked back to me, mouthing; you'll pay for this. He then picked up his stuff, walking out of the classroom. The teacher nodded in my direction, then continued writing.

"Well, get up loser. You can sit here" she gestured to flash's old desk. I stood up, smiling, and sat down. I pulled out my work, and began to write the equation from the board.

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The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. The final bell had just rung, and peter was walking out of school with his best friend Ned, discussing the new star-wars LEGO set Ned had just got. A taunting voice came from behind them, calling out to him.

"Hey look, it's ickle baby petew pawker. Where's mummy mj to pwotect you?" He snickered.

"Right here douchebag" her voice came from behind him, and said voice then shoved him a little, making him Yelp.

"Aw, did I hurt ickle Eugene?" She mocked. He whimpered, then waved his hands to his group, gesturing for them to come with him. They soon walked off, leaving a smirking mj.

"It's alright losers, I'm here to protect you." She walked down the stairs, joining us. Me and Ned gave a look, but shrugged it off, following her down.

"So, do you guys wanna hang with me? I know a cool arcade near here" she stated simply, not even braking her stride.

"Oh, uh sure. But I can't be out after 7, because..." I couldn't tell mj I was patrolling as Spider-Man, so I just floundered uselessly.

"I get it. Its so you don't turn into a pumpkin. Are you in Ned?" He simply nodded, pulling out his phone.

"Yeah, I should be free tonight. And did you say something about an arcade?"

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The next few hours were spent with the three of them playing in an arcade about five kilometres from the school, with mj kicking both their butts and Ned fanboying at the star-wars games. All in all, it was pretty fun. I looked down at my watch, and noticed it was 6:30.

"Oh, uh, sorry I have to go." I gave Ned the look, whereas mj just nodded.

"See you later pumpkin" she teased, reverting her eyes back to the game she was beating Ned at. I nodded quickly, running out of the arcade to mays apartment.

"Hey may" I yelled as I got to the apartment. I checked my watch again, it was 6:52. I waited a bit, but got no reply.

Maybe she's at work still?

As I walked into the kitchen though, I saw her. She was on the lounge passed out, with some Chinese takeaway on the floor next to her. I smiled, and picked her up, bringing her to her room. Bringing out the note pad she had in her drawer, I wrote a note and put it on her bedside table.

May, I'm staying at Ned's for dinner tonight. Don't worry about me if you wake up and I'm not here, I should be back at least 10. If not, I'm either sleeping at Ned's or with Mr stark.
Love you -peter

And with that, he went back to his room, putting his spider suit on, and jumping out the window.

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"Are you sure about this one? He seems normal. Goes to school, gets bullied, hangs out with friends- what's so special about him?"

"You haven't seen it yet. This kid, he's special. He loves the kid. He loves peter Parker, And if you want to get at a man, you take away what he loves."

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Peter had never felt more alive. Already in 2 hours, he had stopped a bank robbery, pickpocketing, and a car crash. Swinging over one more roof top, he came to a stop in the familiar alley, and put his normal clothes back on. As he walked out, he thought about the days events.

That was, until his spider senses went off. His hair standing on end, a strange ringing in his mind, told him something was wrong. Very wrong. Looking around him for any sort of danger nearby, he saw nothing. Putting the strange feeling back in his mind, he kept walking again, still looking around cautiously. Soon after though, the dull sound of footsteps came from behind him.

"Питер?" (Peter) a gruff voice came from behind him. What was that? And was that... Russian?

"Um sorry mysterious voice, I don't understand you. Do you speak English?"

"ты должен пойти со мной" (you have to come with me) a loud thump sounded, and the voice now had a body. The man had long brown hair, and a mask over his mouth. His eyes were shaded with very badly done eye shadow, making him look sort of like a raccoon. He was wearing a black outfit, with guns and knives everywhere they could be. There was also - oh my gosh is that a metal arm?

"You have a metal arm? That's awesome dude!" Probably shouldn't have said that. But 'metal armed man' stared ahead, his eyes still dull.

"Umm, are you ok?" He let out a snarl. "Well, I'm gonna go now, things to do, places to be and-" he was cut short by a knife whizzing past he shoulder, barely missing him.

"ты пойдешь со мной" (you will come with me) Peter didn't know what he was saying, he just knew it didn't mean anything good.

"Um, do you speak English? It would help a lot."

"Come. With. Me." He grunted. Welp, that's not happening. Without even making another comment, I turned and ran. But, something stopped me.

Or more like someone.

The cold metal arm grabbed his neck, pulling him back onto the floor.

"That was uncalled for" I wheezed. As he heard footsteps approach him again, he sprung up quickly, and got into a fight position.

Obviously forgetting that he wasn't Spider-Man right now, but weak little peter Parker.

The man threw a punch to him, which he dodged easily. More attacks missed, he began to feel confident in himself. First mistake. So, he threw his own punch to the man. Second mistake. the man instantly took it to his advantage, catching it and pulling, throwing peter over his head. He slammed hard on the ground, knocking his breath out of him.

"O-ow" he muttered to no one in particular. Suddenly a pair of hands grabbed him, pulling him into the air then back to the ground again. He pulled his hand behind him to brace the impact. Another mistake. He screamed in pain as the sickening crunch of his arm braking rung out through the silence.

"Are you ok-" a man, well, to young to be a man, he honestly looked like he was peters age-

flash?!

Flash entered through a door in a house, but paused when he saw the scene. He pulled out his phone, and took a quick picture before running back inside.

Some help you are.

Little did he know, that could be the most help he could ever get.

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"So will the meeting be scheduled to Thursday then boss?" The AI questioned.

"Yeah fri, that would be great." He looked back to the suit he was working on, tinkering with the thrusters.

"Sir?"

"Yeah?"

"There's been new news on the spiderblog."

"Oh?" He chuckled, thinking of the kid he'd grown so fond of.

"Sir, you might want to have a look at it." The ai's voice sounded concerned.

"Ugh, Fine. Just play it on the screen." A video was transmitted to the screen in front of him, not far away.

"Spider-Man! It's me, your biggest fa- I mean supporter flash. Anyway, if you get this, there's a guy here and he's in trouble! He goes to my school, he's pretty lame actually, his names pen-peter Parker, but he's being attacked! I don't know who it is, the attacker, but things aren't looking good."

A new video entered the screen. It was of a strange man, who looked a lot like...

oh gosh it's him.

And he was on top of peter. The person videoing shuddered, and and the two men looked to him. One had death in his eyes, and Peter, peters eyes were filled with fear. Another video took place, of the flash kid, who was obviously recording on phone.

"It's crazy out there guys, this dude is fighting dirty!" An ear piercing shriek was heard from outside. "Oh my gosh! Somebody send help! If you see Spider-Man or iron man or anyone, get help!"

And that was all it took for tony to be suited up, and flying towards the fight. He just hoped he wasn't to late.

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I. Give. Up.

Once again, I was sprawled out on the ground, the man on top of me. My arm hurt. My leg hurt, heck, my head hurt.

I'm not good enough...

a sharp pain went into my neck, and the world started to go dizzy. Suddenly, there were three of the same man on top of me.

How were there three?

The sky was purple. And there was an abnormally large bird flying towards me. Hang on, that's not a bird... and there he was. A blur of red and gold, flying towards me. I gave a small smile. I'm saved... I began to relax. Once again, another mistake. A fist, a metal fist to be exact, came in contact with my stomach. A few ribs definitely cracking, I saw red. I spat the red liquid from my mouth, rolling down my chin and onto my shirt, which was already red and torn

"Kid!" Yelled the one and only iron man. I let out a simple wheeze. "Are you ok?" He said as he touched down on the pavement, not taking his eyes of the masked man. I nodded my head slightly, trying to let out a smile. He frowned, knowing I was lying,

"Let go of the kid and I won't have to kill you. Or maybe I will." He snarled. The man only smirked, well, at least seemed to. There was something glinting in his eyes, a kind of sick dullness, as well as the need for blood.

"он мой, ты его никогда не спасешь" (he is mine, you will never save him) was all the man said, once again in Russian. The iron man whispered something, probably asking friday to translate, then gasped.

"Don't touch him." Once again metal arm man let out a sort of smile, and lifted his foot. Before I even had time to contemplate what was happening, as my spider sense had been screaming ever since the man showed up, I was kicked across the pavement.

I slammed into a wall onto the other side, and the pain was to much. I couldn't move. My eyes fluttered, dark spots threatened to take over my vision.

As I could see, the man and mr stark were fighting, shots firing and punches thrown. There was a problem though. Metal arm man was winning.

I tried to get up, my body screaming in protest, and got to my feet. I began to limp towards them, the man had just given a very hard punch to the suit, and it whirred slightly. The light in the eyes flickered, and his repulses went dull. He fell to the floor at the hands of the man, and didn't move.

"M-mr stark! No, l-look out-t!" I yelled, as the man raised a fist again. His eyes reverted to me. With one final look at iron man, he turned back to me and walked slowly, reaching for something behind his back. I broke a sprint, ignoring my bodies pain, and lunged at him. Obviously, he didn't expect that. We both went tumbling to the floor, rolling across it. He got up straight away, twisting his neck slightly, as if nothing had happened. He pulled out a particularly weird looking gun, pointing it to me, and pulled the trigger. I shielded myself with my arm, but no piercing pain of a bullet occurred.

Instead, I felt a slight prick, and the world once more began to spin. I looked at my arm, which had some sort of dart in it, then I slowly lost consciousness.

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"Peter!" I sat upright, looking around. I was still on the floor, but there was a problem. Peter was nowhere in sight.

"Kid! Underoos?" I yelled frantically.

"B-boss?" A crackly voice came from my suit.

"Friday?"

"S-irpghx" it crackled more.

"Talk to me Fri. Reboot yourself if you need." A whirring noise came from my suit, then the lights turned back on full power.

"Sir, he's gone. You have a mild concussion, you need medical attention"

"Nonono, he's not gone. He has to be here. He has to" I stood up, ignoring the pounding in my head.

The floor was a mess. Throwing knives scattered on the ground, broken cement, blood. Not far from me on the edge of the road, was something that looked like a feather. I walked to it and picked it up, examining it.

"shit"

it was a stun dart, one of the most powerful I'd ever seen. One powerful enough to knock out a super soldier. Or a super spider. And it had a symbol an it. The skull-octopus shape of hydra.

"Stark?" A voice came through my com, but it wasn't Friday, it was Steve. "Where are you? We haven't heard from you all night, we're getting worried."

"Yep I'm here" I answered quickly. "They have him steve. They have him"

"Who has who? Your making no sense"

"It's all my fault..."

"Tony, calm down. Breath. Tell me what happened."

"It was him." I breathed.

"Who?"

"The winter soldier. The man who killed my parents."

"Bucky? -you saw him? Was he ok? What happened?" He questioned, his voice slightly frantic.

"You don't get it do you. I don't give a damn if he's ok or not. They have the kid, my kid. They have peter"

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Ow. That was my first thought when I woke up. Looking around myself, I tried to figure out where I was. It was a room, made completely of concrete. There was no windows, just a dim lightbulb on the roof. There was a door in front of me. I walked over to it, feeling for any weak spots, but there weren't any. I gave it a kick, instantly regretting it.

"What's this thing made out of, vibranium?!" I spoke to no one in particular. I looked down at my clothes, which were covered in blood. It was torn on my shoulder and some on my thigh. But something was missing. My backpack! I looked around me, but it was nowhere to be seen.

Oh no! That had my suit in it!

"Hey, is anybody there!" I yelled. "C'mon, anyone? Mr stark? Mr Rodgers! Ms romanoff?" I heard footsteps came towards the door.
The door creaked, then flung open. I hoped for the best, But no stark, Rodgers or anyone I knew came through. Instead, a man with brown tussled hair, and rectangular glasses entered the room. He was wearing what looked like a lab coat.

"Who are y-you?" I croaked, realising my throat was really sore. Probably from being choked.

He said nothing, but reached his hand out, a small thing that looked like a lighter in it. As soon as it made contact with my skin, a small needle stuck out, exerting into my skin. He stepped back again, extending it so it looked a little like a remote.

He pressed a button at the top, looking at me like something was going to happen.

Then, my head exploded in pain. Shock rushed through me, causing me to fall backwards, writhing on the ground. He pushed a button on it, causing the pain to increase. I screamed.

"P-please st-stop! I'll do-o anything just m-make it stop!"

"Oh no mr Parker, that's not how it works."

"Make it STOP!" He released the button, making the pain stop. I lay on the ground still, breathing heavily.

"You did not like zat did you?" I only moaned in response.

"Did you?!" He yelled reaching for the pain-button again.

"N-no" I muttered.

"No, sir" He pushed the button again, the pain surging through once more.

"NO SIR!" I screamed at him. he released the button, and I slumped to the floor.

"Good Boy. Now, let's go. We have some... things I need to get done." He pressed a different button on the 'remote', and the world once again, went dark.

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"It was definitely him. Same costume, same metal arm." Steve only nodded "What did they want? Why take the kid? Normally their after you, being hydra and all" once again, Steve nodded.

"Hey. I get it. You and James had a past. But this kid needs a future, something hydra won't give him."

"Tony, we don't even know if he's still alive. They could have just killed him because they know he's close to you."

"No, they wouldn't do that. If they did then he could've killed him in the street. No, this is something different." We both let out long breaths, nothing left to say.

"Hey, hang on a sec. he's Spider-Man right?"

"Yeah"

"Well, you put trackers in the kids suit didn't you?" Steve inquired.

"Well yeah, I had a protocol for that. I thou- oh." Steve gave a slight smile, realising I'd figured it out. "I'll go check it now. They may have figured it out though, and destroyed it. Let's just hope that they didn't, and it's still near him."

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Pain. That's all he knew. And when the pain stopped, darkness. At the moment, it was the second.

He was in a room, well at least he thought it was a room. He knew he was chained to something, the cold of the chains on his wrist and ankle one of the only things he could feel, apart from the stone floor. The chains weren't that strong, he could probably break out of them if he tried, but he was feeling to weak to even think about moving at the moment.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been there, he estimated 3 days, but wasn't sure.

"Get up." The voice came, the one he'd heard from the beginning. A blinding light filled the room as the door opened, and the man entered.

"No" I stated simply.

"Vat?!" He began pulling out the remote again.

"No, I'm sorry. Please I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! Sir..." he gave a satisfied look, then put the remote away.

"Good boy. Now, come." I slowly and painfully got up, following him out of the cell, down the dirty corridors. We came to a stop in the room.

"In!" Barked the man. I scurried inside, knowing if I made him more mad it would hurt more.

The room was horrid. On the walls were weapons, tools, all sorts of things that looked like they could induce pain. In the middle of the room, was a metal table, that looked a lot like the ones you'd see in a doctors room. But this one looked a lot less... inviting. Around the edges of the tables, were cuffs. There were some about a third of the way down, and more at the bottom. The table was also stained slightly red, old dried blood. My blood. A few people were in the room to, wearing the same lab coat looking jackets.

"Please sir, I don't wanna. Please" He only smirked.

"Get on the table." I stood still.

That'll be a mistake.

Yeah, so will getting on that table! I argued to myself.

"Now!" I slowly got onto the table, and was immediately pushed down. They fitted the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. I looked at my chest, which already had a few scars on it. I was glad for my healing factor, but it was working slower than usual because I hadn't eaten since before I came here.

"Vy are the scars HEALING?!" the man yelled, obviously annoyed. I smirked, earning me a slap to the face.

"Well, you s-see, when you g-get a wound, after a while your body make-kes new skin to fix it." I commented. Even though I got no good from talking back, it was great to see him annoyed.

"I know zat!" He yelled. "My question iz though, vy is it healing this fast!" I shook my head, and shrugged as well as I could. I can't let them know I'm spider man.

"The scars healing, it iz unnatural. Almost inhuman..." I swallowed awkwardly, but luckily he shrugged it off.

"Today, we vont just be doing zis for pleasure. We have someone who I'm sure would love to see you." Who could it be? May?

The sound of a phone ringing broke the silence.

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"Where is he!" I yelled, throwing my 5th starkpad to the ground, smashing it. I can't track him, can't call him, I can't find him! Oh peter... a cough sounded from the couch.

"Oops, sorry for interrupting you brooding." Clint whispered. Natasha glared at him, and Steve just shook his head. We were in the lounge room of the compound, trying to locate the kid.

"Tony, maybe you need to take a break. If you sleep on it, you can keep looking in the morning" Nat soothed.

"No! You don't understand! He's gone because of me, me! It's been 5 days, Andhe's who knows where, and probably being tortured! he's only fiftee-" my phone rung, stopping me from speaking.

"Boss, an unknown number is calling you phone." Friday's voice spoke.

"Well, answer it then." I said grumpily. The call was answered, and transferred to the tv in front of us, telling us it was a video call.

"Who are you and how did you get my number?" I asked, trying to look for a face to identify the caller.

"Oh, ve don't want anything. Ve just want to show you something." The voice had a strong Russian accent, making it sound slightly suspicious. The video then changed, and we all gaped at the new scene.

Peter was on some sort of table, chained down at his arms and legs. His arm was shaped slightly off, must have healed wrong after breaking. He had a few scars and bruises covering his torso, rather nasty ones on his ribs and his neck and face. Looks like his healings working, but not well... He looked scared, but held a brave posture.

"P-Peter?" I said, my eyes fixated on him.

"Mr stark?" He looked around the room frantically, as if he would find me there.

"Tony, he cant see us." Nat spoke.

"Miss romanoff?" Peter croaked, looking round again.

"So, you have him. You've had your fun, Give him back now." I practically spat.

"Oh, but ze funs not over yet" the Russian man spoke, happily. Peter opened his eyes wide,  then squeezed them tight. Then, he did something that made us all jump. He screamed. His body writhed on the table, black veins creeping up his body. His screams were filled with pain, and only stopped after about about a minute. The camera went black again, but the man spoke.

"So, you see vat ve can do. Now you might want to say goodbye to little peter, you won't see him again." We could still hear peter sobbing in the background, then he talked again.

"No no no please no. Not the whip, please" I gasped. They wouldn't dare- my thought were interrupted by the unmistakable sound of a whip cracking. Then peter yelled.

"Stop!"

Crack.
"P-please! It hurts!"

Crack crack.
"MR S-STARK! HELP!"

Crack crack crack.

The Crack didn't sound again, though nor did peters pleads. but the camera turned back on. Peter was now covered in blood, open wounds obviously made by the whip. His body was shaking slightly, tears running down his cheeks. He seemed to be only semi-awake, struggling to stay conscious.

"You'll pay for this" Nat seethed, and I couldn't speak. The man only cackled.

Then the line went dead.

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When I woke up again, my body ached.  I tried to sit up, but sat down again instantly from the pain on my chest. Opening my eyes slightly, I slowly looked down at my torso. It was gruesome. The whip marks hadn't faded at all, and some were still and angry red, as if on the verge of opening again. I let out a small moan, the pain causing me to lie down again.

"Ah, he's awake again." The voice over the speakers didn't even startle me anymore, they came so often. But I did shiver, knowing what was to come.

"Today, ve won't be doing your usual schedule." What does he mean, schedule? The time which torture play day is?

"Ve know you secret Parker"

"S-secret? What secret?" Oh please don't let them know.

"Yes, ve know. Or should we call you, Spider-Man?"

Well shit.

"It's not nice to keep secrets from us, especially since we've given you such good hospitality."

Yeah right. Maybe now that they know I should try to escape?

I looked around me, trying to find a weak spot. But, same as every other time, nothing was.

"As I was saying, your schedule has changed. Originally ve were going to torture you some more, then kill you and send your body to stark. But, after this, news, we've decided we aren't going to do that."

"Well that's very c-considerate."

"Indeed. Oh, and one more thing, we have got a new name for you."

"What if I like the one I have now?"

"Stop talking back. You new name, is the winter spider."

And with a press of a different button, he felt more pain than he had ever felt before.

Little did he know, his memory slowly began to slip away...

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Hi

So. This was rlly long. Sorry?

I'm sorry that it was so bad, this is something I wrote when I first joined wattpad, I only changed some spelling mistakes and a few things to the plot.

There will definitely be a part two, but u could probably tell anyway.

Shout out to SpiderStarkLee  and _Jay_Nay_ for writing the nicest and funniest comments. Even tho I nearly got caught by my parents on wattpad at 1 in the morning bc I snorted so loud.

Also, HOW THE HECK DOES THIS HAVE ALMOST 50 READS LIKE WTF I PUBLISHED THIS YESTERDAY?!?
U guys will never know how much this means to me. Or you might. I just say that to be dramatic.

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