Today was it.

Peter's 8th Birthday.

And he was so dreading it.

He whimpered and scooted closer to Pietro as footsteps neared their shared cell. His eyes widened in fear as the HYDRA Agent appeared at the door.

He yanked the door open, and roughly grabbed Peter.

"Get up."

He pulled Peter out and slammed the cell door shut. Peter whimpered again.

"Shut up!" He roared.

Peter's tears threaten to fall. He hated this. He hated HYDRA. He hated everything. He hated his life.

He was led to a room, and strapped to a metal bed.

Terror shot through Peter.

He wanted Pietro.

He wanted Wanda.

He wanted to get out of HYDRA.

He wanted to be with his family, safe.

But he couldn't.
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Peter didn't know how long he was strapped to that cold metal flank, until a man came in.

He had an ugly sneer on his face.

"If this works, you will be called The Spider."

Apparently that was some sort of cue, because the next moment, another person came in.

Without hesitation, he jabbed a needle into Peter's arm.

He screamed.
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His screams never stopped, not even for a second.

He didn't know what they were doing. All he felt was pain pain and more pain.

Tears streamed down his face.

Then suddenly, the pain stopped. So did his screams.

He closed his eyes.

He mustn't survive

If he did, Wanda and Pietro will have the same thing.

He couldn't bear it.

So he fell into the darkness.