"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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6 months.

6 months.

182 days.

Since they had sent had sent Peters body. It was horrible. Covered in cuts and bruises from head to toe, you could barely even tell it was him.

Which was slightly suspicious.

But, once a DNA test confirmed it, it was done. And no one knew what they were going to do about it.

Tony couldn't tell you what he had done in the past 6 months. Heck, he couldn't tell you what he had done that morning. It was all a blur. Like being in a car, driving through the countryside. It's all a blur of greens, yellows or blues.

But Tony's blur was colourless. He didn't deserve colour. Because his kid was gone. And he wasn't coming back.

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"Быстрее!" (Faster)

"да сэр" (yes sir) The knife sliced through the offenders neck, and collapsing to the floor.

"Быстрее!"

"да сэр" Again.

And again

And again.

Until he was on the verge of collapse. But he didn't. Didn't stop.

He pulled the trigger of his gun, a clean and perfect shot.

Right on target, like every other time.

"хорошо" (good) "now back to your room."

The spiderling nodded in affirmative, walking to the door where 2 guards fitted his handcuffs, leading him down the hallway. They came to the door he knew all too well, shoving him in. He glared at them, and if looks could kill then they would have died a horrible death.

They left the room, leaving him with himself.

Bored

Bored

BORED

And the cycle would still repeat. That's all his life was, a cycle. All it had ever been.

And it was time for a change.

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"Mission report" sir barked.

"The target is dead. The evidence was acquired, and the data wiped."

"Perfect." He smirked. "And his wife?"

"Out on business trip. Won't be back for a few days, then she'll find her husband dead."

"Excellent Winter spider."

"Thankyou sir."

"Now, we have something for you" he walked out of the room, coming back with a small long box.

He opened it by its latches, it giving a satisfying click. He slowly opened it, pausing for affect and smirking at me. Finally opening it, he pushed it towards me.

It was an arm.

Not a human arm, but a metal arm.

It was sleek, slightly muscular, and very strong. It was also the perfect size for the winter spider.

"Um sir, what's this for?"

"It's for you" he stated simply.

"B-but sir, I have both my-"

"No, not for long."

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Today was the the 27th of august.

And tony wanted to die.

He was supposed to turn 17 today.

The presents he had bought him a few years back, (yes, he bought all his presents to the age of 25 early) were all lined up.

His hands trembled, tears once again forming in his eyes.

"Argh! No!" He summoned the gauntlet of his suit, blasting the presents 1 by one.

Once the last one was destroyed, he threw the gauntlet aside. Sobs racked his body, he fell to his knees.

"Tony, I was wondering if you co- oh honey..." pepper stopped at the door, surveying the scene in front of her. He opened his mouth to tell her to go away, but nothing came out. Just more sobs.

"Hey hey hey, it's ok honey. It's ok." She stepped his side, dropping to his level.

"I just- I cant, don't w-"

"It's ok. Let it all out." She looked around again, realisation settling in her eyes. "It was today wasn't it...." the red haired woman whispered. He managed a nod, not trusting his voice.

"Come on, let's get you upstairs. I'll make some tea?"

"I'd rather coffe-"

"Tea it is."

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"Sir, the sedative isn't working."

Pain.

Pain.

PAIN.

It was unimaginable. The feeling of a bone saw cutting through your arm, especially from a doctor who had no regard for you or your health. The sedative had lasted say, 5 minutes? Enough time to get him prepped, that was all. So now, he lay awake, holding in a scream.

Show no weakness.

No weakness.

He was the winter spider, a super soldier, and he didn't show weakness.

So he bit his already bloodied cheek, and closed his eyes.

"Oh well. Let's hope he has a high pain tolerance."

"If he passes out, it could put him in a dangerous state."

"He won't. I know he won't."

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"Soldier?"

I shook myself, looking round the room. It was dark, and all I could see was a shadow of someone in front of me, and the silver gleam of metal on my left arm.

"W-whats going on? I-I can't feel my a-arm."

"I know." I took it in, realising I could still move it, and held it in front of me.

This wasn't my arm. Was it?

I clenched my- the fist, turning it over in inspection. On my shoulder was a spider, black as the night with a red strip running down the back of it.

A memory dislodged, something that hadn't happened in a long time.

A man, with long brown hair, walking down the street. Following me. He spoke an unknown language. But it wasn't unknown. It was Russian.

I watched the scene play out, him attacking me, and me trying but failing to fight back.

The memory was blurry, skipping some bits and fuzzing them out. A boy, taking a photo. A pain in my arm, the sound of bone breaking ringing out. A sting in my neck. The fuzziness.

And a strange red and gold bird flying towards me.

But it wasn't a bird and I knew it.

It was someone, someone I had long forgotten.

It was iron man, and it was my dad.

Memories rushed through me, almost painfully into my head. Building things in a lab, laughing about him being old. Going to school, building LEGO with Ned. Laughing with mj, eating mays bad cooking.

Then other ones came.

I was swinging through the air, people shouting a name. My name.

Spider-Man.

Saving people, fighting with tony, the vulture. The building, everything came back.

Including an important one.

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Peter Parker.

"Soldier?"

"No." All my emotions, the rage, the pain I had been through. The tears of the ones I had killed, the ones I hadn't who's family had suffered.

"SOLDIER!"

"NO! I am not your soldier. My name is peter Parker, and I am Spider-Man. Not your soldier." The man in front of me, whom I recognised as my handler, only shook his head.

"I knew it would happen again at some point. Oh well....." he smirked, crossing his arms. "You should have kept your mouth shut." He started making his way towards me, his eyes flickering. As soon as he was close enough, he began to throw punches. On reflex, I caught it easily. With my left ar- the metal arm left open, I threw my own punch, the metal arm being much stronger than my old one used to be, his jaw dislodging under the impact.

He grunted in pain, clicking it back into place.

"You'll regret that boy. GAURDS!"

A thumping sounded down the hallway. Many people entered the cell, red hydra emblems flashing throughout the room.

"Bring him in"

I heard footsteps, but they were so ghost-like that if I didn't have enhanced hearing, I wouldn't have heard. They entered the room, and I saw who it was.

The flash of the metal arm. The threatening snarl.

"Soldier. This boy needs to learn a lesson. Teach him." robotically, he creeped forwards.

The winter soldier was almost catlike in his movements, swiftly moving around the room and watching me at the same time. I realised that I needed to fight, and instantly got into battle stance.

He may be a 100 year old super soldier with experience, but I was a super spider, and also had experience.

This was going to be an interesting fight.

He made the first move, lunging towards me. Normally as Spider-Man I would have gone defence, but not anymore. This wasn't some street thug, this was the winter soldier.

And I wasn't Spider-Man.

I am the winter spider.

Whether I liked it or not.

I dodged his hit, instantly throwing my own, kicking at his stomach.

Regrettably, he caught my foot and twisting it, making me flip over. My spider sense screamed at me to move, and as soon as I rolled away his metal fist hit the floor, cracking the concrete. I dove at his feet, pulling them down so he was on the ground too. I reached for him, landing one hit on his stomach before he got up, kicking me into the wall. I slid down it on my back, groaning at the throbbing pain in my back.

Before I could get up, a cold hand enclosed around my neck, cutting off the air.

It pulled me up, scraping my already injured back. He squeezed harder, making me gasp.

Black spots danced across my vision, threatening to take over once again.

"P-ple-e, To-p"

"Enough soldier." Another robot like movement and I was dropped.

"Good. Now..." he walked towards my spot on the floor, and I hunched over myself for protection.

"Plane." No

"Gun" no no

"Homecoming" shit shit shit no....

"Spider"

"Stark"

"Death"

"16"

"Disappointment"

I'm sorry......

"SOLDIER!"

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"Ready to comply"

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Hey yalll

Sorry that this is shorter than usual, I have been quite busy with family and stuff like that.

On another note, MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!

I hope you all have had an amaaaaazing day. So I guess this is my Christmas chapter? Oh well. Hope u guys enjoyed, there will be a part 3, and possibly even part 4.

(I'm tempted to just make this an actual book. If u want me to btw, just comment here :) ok)

Also TYYYY FOR 180 READ STHATS SO CRAZY SHEUUWWIWIUEU <3

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