I know I said I would only put a TW at the beginning of the book, but this chapter is pretty bad so TW: torture, blood etc...

When Peter woke up, he was in a tiny dark cell with one dim lightbulb flickering on the ceiling. He felt a pulsing pain in his head and shoulder and noticed he was no longer wearing his suit, he was in a black tank top and sweatpants that had the red HYDRA logo embroidered on them.

He soon discovered the thick metal chains that attached him to the wall by the vibranium cuffs on his wrists. He tried to struggle but it was vibranium, there was no way he'd break out of these.

Peter leaned his head on the cold concrete wall and sighed. That man let Bucky run because he wanted Peter to replace him. He knew what the winter soldier had done, he knew that Bucky wasn't himself but he couldn't bare the thought of becoming like that.

His attention was diverted to his shoulder pain as it began to flare up. He bit his lip so hard it bled as the pain only grew worse and worse. His eyes widened when he looked at it. There was a gauze bandage but it was soaked through, and redness was starting to spread down his arm. It was infected.

All of a sudden the door to his cell swung open, and the tall man from before entered.
"Ahh you're awake, good. It is time to begin." He smiled coldly. Peter still got shivers down his spine.

"Yeah listen man, I've got somewhere to be later so if you wouldn't mind just taking these cuffs off I'll be on my way." Peter replied rolling his eyes. He figured Spidey charm wouldn't do much good here, but he really didn't know what else to do.

The man shook his head and sighed.
"HYDRA is your home now, and you will soon realize that those pathetic comments will not serve you any good here."

Peter gulped but continued to mask his fear.
"I will never do anything for you. You can't break me, plenty of people have tried and failed already." He replied seriously.

The man laughed and Peter shuddered.
"I guess we will have to wait and see." He said then looked to one of the agents standing beside the door,
"I give him a day, maybe less."

The two agents left while the man hung behind for a moment.
"By the way, that arm of yours looks pretty bad. We might have to do something about that." He smirked before leaving the cell and slamming the door shut.

Peter shut his eyes and prayed that Tony would find him soon, he had to have hope. It would be the only thing to keep him grounded.

Hope that Tony would find him
Hope that he would get to go home
Hope that nothing bad would happen
It wasn't likely, but that's all he can do,

Hope.

~ ~ ~

Tony swore as he threw his coffee mug across the room. It joined a pile of twelve more mugs, pieces scattered around the floor.

He had nothing. There was no way of finding where Peter was being kept. HYDRA was completely off the grid and it was only by a miracle that they had found Bucky earlier, so getting another miracle and finding Peter too? Well that was highly unlikely.

Steve walked in, stepping around the broken ceramic chunks that littered the lab floor.
"Tony, are you okay?"

Tony's eyes filled with rage and his voice dripped with venom, "take a fucking guess Rogers."

Steve nodded. Okay yeah that was a really stupid question to ask.
"I'm sorry, that was a stupid question. I'm guessing you haven't found any leads either. Peter's a strong kid, he'll be able to hold on until we get him back, don't worry."

Tony looked up at his friend, anger replaced by sorrow as a tear flowed down his cheek.
"He's my son Steve, and those-those bastards got him... you know what they did to Bucky, what if they do the same to him?"

Steve's heart broke at the billionaires expression.
"We'll find him before they can do anything. I have hope Tony, you should too."

Tony nodded.
Hope.
He had to have hope...

~ ~ ~

The pain in Peter's arm only grew worse over the next two days. He had hoped his advanced healing would help, but he wasn't being fed. He groaned in pain when the door opened and four agents stormed inside.

Of course the man from before followed them inside. He walked up to Peter and knelt in front of him, eyes landing on the bullet wound.
"Ooh that looks quite painful." He said with fake sympathy in his tone.

Then he took his thumb and pushed it deep into the wound, making Peter scream out loud in agony. He twisted the thumb around, watching as Peter writhed in pain with fascination.

He stopped then stood up and took a step back, wiping his thumb off on a white handkerchief.
"That seems to be causing you a great deal of pain, why don't we fix that for you." He smiled.

Peter weakly shook his head.
"Fuck off." He said between breaths. The man didn't react but just nodded his head towards Peter, and the other agents  grabbed him tightly as they unchained him from the wall.

Normally Peter would struggle but the pain was unbearable. He let himself be dragged into another dark room, however this one was slightly bigger and had a large metal table in the middle.

Peter assumed that was for him.
"Aw a whole set up just me for me? You shouldn't have."
The man rolled his eyes and watched as Peter was strapped down to the table.
"Normally we would use anesthetic for a procedure like this. But because of your abilities, and the fact that you've been quite some trouble to deal with, we're just going to skip that." He smiled.

Peter's eyes widened when another agent, this one wearing goggles and a lab coat walked up to his injured arm holding a large buzz saw.

Peter began to thrash around in the restraints.
"No! No! You-you're fucking psychopaths! Get away from me!" He shouted. His attempt at escape was unsuccessful and he lowered his head to his chest.

"If you're finished, I would like to get started." The doctor agent said. Peter's eyes began to well up with tears when the saw turned on, it's loud sound making his ears hurt.

That couldn't even compare to the pain Peter felt when the saw made contact with his skin. He screamed as he felt as the saw cut through his skin, then his muscle, and when it hit the bone his screams grew even louder and it felt like his throat was being torn to shreds.

He felt everything until black dots began to colour his vision. He stopped screaming and let the darkness take over, but not before hearing a loud thump on the ground.

~ ~ ~

"What do you think they're doing to him?" Natasha asked the escaped soldier.
"I think I know, but I pray to god that I'm wrong." Bucky replied.

The day after Bucky had returned Steve worked with him on getting his memories back. It helped that he had old photos of them, and tickets from the bus they used to take, as well as other souvenirs from their past lives. It wasn't long before he was able to remember who he was. That didn't mean he forgot what the winter soldier had done though...

He remembered everything. He remembered everyone he had killed, innocent and bad. He remembered the endless mental and physical torture he underwent for all those years.

Of course the only one he remembered from his past was Steve, but he was beginning to get to know Natasha, and Tony spent all of his time in his lab searching for the kid. The boy that saved him from that hell...

Bucky felt extremely guilty for getting Stark's kid captured. They had come to save him, and now they had lost the teams youngest member. Steve and Natasha told him it wasn't his fault, but he still wished there was something he could do.

Natasha looked up at Bucky, afraid at what he had just said.
"He's strong, I'm sure he can get through whatever it is." She said hopeful.
Bucky shook his head.
"Strength won't help you, it only makes the process harder."

Right after he said that Steve entered the room and sat down beside his teammates.
"Stark find anything?" Nat asked. Steve shook his head.
"There's nothing to go off of. No security tapes, trackers, witnesses, nothing."
Natasha sighed and looked up to the ceiling.
"I hope he's okay..."

~ ~ ~

Peter was not okay.

When he finally came to, he was still trapped to the metal table, but his arm hurt so much.

His arm.

His eyes widened as he turned to look at where his arm used to be. He almost threw up at what he saw. A full metal arm seemed to have been welded to the blistering skin on his shoulder. The arm was a shiny silver metal with a red star and a black spider emblem on it.

"Well, what do you think?" The man smirked. Peter tried to ignore the pain and come up with a witty answer.
"I'd say it's a little outdated. Metal arms haven't been in style since 1943."

The man laughed and shook his head.
"I see you're not broken yet, oh well more fun for me. It is time to begin Project Spider."
Peter gulped in fear at whatever this maniac had planned next.

"You belong to HYDRA now, you will be given a new name and trained for missions. Fail, and there will be consequences. Is that understood?" He said while he circled around Peter.

Peter rolled his eyes.
"You're delusional if you think I'll ever work for you."
The man smirked and came really close to Peter's face.
"I know you won't willingly, but I have my... methods, and well they've proven to be very convincing."

The man turned away and grabbed a large metal rod from the tray of weapons Peter hadn't noticed before. He walked back over to Peter, examining the rod before he began to heat it.

"You will now be known as SP-253."
Peter grimaced.
"Oh come on that's no fair. Why does Bucky get a cool name and I'm stuck with that!" He whined.

The man said nothing as he lifted the heated metal and pressed it onto the right side of Peter's chest. Peter screamed as the scent of burning flesh filled his nose. He felt the nausea grow as the smell intensified. When the man pulled the rod off his skin, his 'name' was burnt into his chest.

"Next, HYDRA is your home, it is all that matters to you now." He said as he picked up another rod, heating it up as well.
"You will never forget that."

He pressed the next rod into the left side of Peter's chest, right where is heart was. Peter screamed again as the pain filled his body, overwhelming all of his senses. When the rod was lifted, the word HYDRA remained permanently scarred on him.

Peter shut his eyes and groaned. He was stronger than this. Pain was only temporary. His dad would come, and soon this will all be over. He's gotta have hope.

"My name is Peter Stark, and you and HYDRA can go to hell."

The man shrugged.
"Wow, you're stronger than I thought. No worries, this should help speed things along."

He walked back to the table and grabbed a large blade. He twirled it around in his fingers, holding it close to Peter so he could see how it shone in the light.

"Beautiful isn't it? When I'm finished, there will not be a single part of you that isn't scarred by HYDRA. You will never forget this."

He took the knife and slowly dragged it across Peter's flesh arm. Upwards, downwards, sideways, until his entire arm was coated in blood. This process continued on his chest, over the burns which was excruciating, on his stomach, back, legs and one long slice on his cheek.

"We wouldn't want to ruin that pretty face of yours now would we?"

Peter didn't know why he hadn't passed out. His whole body was on fire with pain and he felt weaker as each drop of blood flowed through the cuts that littered his entire body. They weren't deep enough to hit an artery, or make him bleed out, but they were deep enough to scar... and scars were permanent.

He couldn't bare to scream anymore since his throat was raw and he was starting to cough up blood. His eyelids were heavy and he couldn't stop the tears that fell down his cheek, wincing as the salt landed in his cuts.

"It's time to rest now SP-253, when you wake it will be time for the next phase." The man said as he walked up to him with a long needle attached to a syringe with a purple liquid inside. Peter couldn't do anything to stop the man from injecting whatever that was into his neck. Seconds later, he willingly let the darkness consume him.

~ ~ ~

When Peter woke up, it was to sounds of gunfire. He felt weak and groggy and had trouble keeping his eyes open. He was about to go back to sleep when he heard a familiar voice.

"Kid!?"

It was his dad. It was Tony! Peter did his best to respond even though every breath caused agonizing pain.

"D-dad?"

Tony ran up to his kid, still attached to the table.
"Oh my god Peter, what did they do to you?" He whispered as he looked over Peter's scarred body eyes widening in shock as they landed on the metal arm.

Peter began to cry.
"I-It hurt so bad, I-I tried to stay strong but it-it was just too much..."
Tony rubbed his hand through his sons hair, the only part of him not injured or bloody.
"Shhh... it's okay now Pete, I've got you. You're safe."

Peter relaxed into the touch finally feeling safe, finally feeling like everything was going to be okay.

That's when his Spidey sense screamed in the back of his head. He was powerless as he watched the man shoot a bullet right through Tony's head, that image being scarred into his brain forever. He watched helplessly as his father dropped to ground, dead...

His dad was dead, and there was nothing he could've done to stop it. Peter Stark felt something horrible grow in his chest. A feeling he told himself he could never feel.

He felt...

Hopeless

Wow that was pretty graphic. Sorry if it was too much but I did warn you guys at the beginning of the book. I hope you enjoyed thanks for reading!
-taco