Let's all get one thing straight... This book's first chapter is originally based on a Tumblr post. All credit of that chapter goes to artemxmendacium, runnerfivestillalive, and secretsaway on Tumblr. All chapters afterwards are from my own mind and the requests of others. I did not steal the idea of this story in anyway. I merely put the ideas together. I have said this in the first chapter, and I give credit to every person that makes a request. I take no credit for the ideas of others. I never have and I never will, I sincerely hope that you all believe this. Being accused of story theft is not something I am fond of, and would love it if that would never happen again. Getting accused put my whole day off and put me in a bad mood, and no one likes it when an author is in a bad mood because then characters will die... Lucky for everyone, however, I have plenty of requests that do not center around harming our beloved duo (though there is a prompt that can cause a lot of pain...)

A special thanks to Lillith_Hellfire, saintpug, KarmaLara5, and Puppens101 for cheering me up and giving me motivation to write again. Without them, it would have been a lot longer before this chapter was posted.

A scream ripped out of a raw throat, echoing off the walls of an abandoned warehouse and scaring away any nearby birds. Though it was doubtful there was any living things in the area outside of the warehouse... any unfortunate animals would have run away a long time ago with the amount of agonized noises coming from inside, and all hope for a human to hear and call for help was lost within the first thirty minutes.

Peter had lost all track of time, not even being able to count a minute anymore. All he knew was the pain being forced on him in the form of mental torture, something so horrible he wouldn't even wish it on his worst enemies. 

He didn't even know how he ended up here, chained to a crazy taser chair that shot electricity through him if he moved too much. He would have willingly taken the electricity at this point though if it meant that the enhanced female standing over him would stop her assault on his mind. She was rummaging around in this mind in a way that felt violating, digging up every insecurity and fear he's ever had with a strength that could break him if she so chose. Each time a new image appeared in his head, a burning pain was brought along with it and made his mind feel like it was melting. Was his brain leaking out of his ears? He wouldn't have been surprised...

But then it was gone, and he was left gasping for air as the pressure was pulled away.

"Spider-Man..." The woman started, circling around his chair. Peter let his head drop forward, no longer having the strength to even attempt to keep an eye on her. "You are close with the Avengers, right? I want you to do something for me..."

Despite his mental berating against it, Peter let out a soft laugh, "If this is your way to ask for a favor, lady, you've got to find a better way."

For his effort, Peter was rewarded by a sharp pain in his head. He cursed silently as he decided to concentrate on making sure he could breathe properly, that was probably his most pressing issue at the moment.

"This is not a favor, because you won't have a choice in the matter."

"Great..."

She stopped behind him, leaning down and whispering in his ear. Peter's eyes widened at her words as he started thrashing in the chair, electricity be damned; he couldn't do what she commanded! He wouldn't! Not even if it killed him!

Her powers surged through his head again, another scream forcing its way out of him as dark spots started covering his vision.

"Loki..." He muttered, his voice nearly begging, just before his body went limp.

~*~*~

Loki let out a sigh as he checked his watch, his foot tapping slightly on the roof. He had already been through an off day, and now he was forced to wait over an hour for Peter... He had a right mind to just leave, wanting nothing more than to just relax back at the Compound with a book and hot tea. He really should leave... This wasn't the first time Peter was late to one of their meet ups and he had probably just been distracted by a fluffy animal of some kind. 

But no matter how convinced Loki was of this fact, a part of him still had a nagging worry that something was wrong. It was ridiculous, Peter had been late many times before and there was absolutely nothing wrong. Why should today be any different?

"Loki," A metallic voice called behind him, causing the man to turn with furrowed brows.

"Stark?"

"We might have a problem." The suit hovered over the ground for a second before landing, the faceplate lifting to show a very worried face of Tony Stark. "The school called May earlier saying that Peter never showed up, and May called me because she thought Peter was with us. He never went home after patrolling last night."

Loki's breath caught in his throat as his eyes jumped around in front of him before looking back at the metal man, "His tracker...?"

"Disabled. Last known location was on the edge of Queens and headed to the Bronx." Tony shook his head with a sigh, "He was looking into that murder case, wasn't he? Do you know anything, Loki? Did he tell you anything yesterday?"

"No, though I told him to leave the killer alone. He wouldn't continue..."

"It's Peter, of course he would."

Loki silently cursed, he should have known better...

"I have Cap and Nat searching around the last place his tracker was; I'm on my way to go scan the Bronx. You wanna tag along?"

Loki looked out over the city before shaking his head, "No, I will conduct my own search. I will alert you if I find anything."

Tony nodded as his faceplate went down as he lifted into the air, "Alright. Good luck."

Barely waiting until Stark was out of his vision, Loki started his journey off the roof and towards the area that the murderer was suspected to be hiding. He could only hope that it was right and he made it in time.

As he rushed through the city, Loki couldn't help but curse himself. There was a murderer that was one body away from being a serial killer running around New York; of course Peter would not be able to stop himself from getting involved! He had hoped that Peter would have at least had the sense to leave his tracker on though-

Loki's eyes widened as he stopped suddenly, his head jerking back to narrowly avoid getting a ball of webs in the face. He watched as the webs hit a wall with a splat before turning to see who shot it at him. Surely it couldn't be... 

Taking a deep breath, Loki narrowed his eyes at a figure hiding in the shadows and pulled out his daggers. "Come out and face me. What have you done with Spider-Man?"

The figure tilted its head slightly before walking forward into the dim light of a street lamp, the pale yellow glow doing nothing to hide the red and blue suit of Loki's attacker. He wasn't dissuaded though, taking a battle stance.

"Nice try, but Spider-Man would never attack me. Maybe do a bit more research before impersonating someone next time."

A small laugh came from the imposer as they took another step forward, reaching a hand up to the mask and tugging it off. "You sure about that?"

For the second time that night Loki's breath caught as he saw that fluffy brown hair shake loose of the mask. Brown eyes filled with hatred and anger being directed at him, so foreign yet so familiar...

"You're not Peter..."

"Wow, I can't believe I actually thought you were smart once." The boy laughed as he grabbed the lamppost and swung up to sit on top of it. "You're just getting all the wrong answers tonight!"

"Peter wouldn't-"

"Stop pretending that you know me! You know nothing! You and Stark are just the same, always talking like you own everything and that the rules don't apply to you! Well you don't own me! You never will!"

Loki scanned his face, a knot forming in his stomach as he slowly realized that this was really, truly Peter. What ever had happened to him... Loki couldn't say, but it had to be the work of an enhanced. Had the murder been enhanced and Peter was at their mercy all day? That would explain a lot... He watched Peter glare at him and steeled himself; he would most likely have to fight the boy if he wanted to get close enough to break whatever had a hold on his mind.

"Alright, Peter..." Loki took a breath, "What do you want?"

"What do I want?" His head tilted slightly in question before a large grin played on his face. "Easy; I want the Avengers dead."

"Child-"

Before he could get anything else out, Peter launched himself off the lamppost and toward Loki, arm coiled back and body tense in preparation for the hit. Loki side-stepped him and grabbed Peter's arm in an attempt to restrain him while his other hand went towards his head, but Peter easily broke free.

Loki knew that Peter was strong... He knew that. But he couldn't hold back his shock at the force behind the boy's counter attack, both of Peter's feet planted hard in his chest and shoved back with all his strength. The air was knocked out of Loki's chest as he skidded back quite a few yards, maneuvering his daggers to block Peter's second kick and toss him away.

"Peter, do not make me hurt you..." Loki warned, his voice low as he spun his daggers in his hand. Peter only smirked though as he lunged forward, Loki letting out a sigh as he met the boy half way.

They weren't evenly matched - not even close. Loki knew that he could win this fight at any time if he wanted to; but he didn't. Rushing to end the fight would only result in a hurt Peter, and Loki really didn't want that... So he fought on defense, waiting for the perfect opportunity to present itself.

Peter would throw a punch, Loki would block it with the blunt side of a dagger, Peter would jump up and try to kick, Loki would take a step back, the cycle would repeat. The dark god honestly was disappointed... He never expected Peter to be so predictable and routine-like, finding an opening would be far too easy. It was a miracle that he had survived so long while fighting criminals; surely someone would have noticed this by now?

As Loki brought his dagger up to block the upcoming hit, a foot collided with his stomach instead - seconds before a fist slammed into his jaw. Loki landed on his back, his head hitting the ground with enough force to severely hurt a normal human. He didn't have time to complain though; Peter was on him and aiming the heel of his foot in an attempt to deal more damage to Loki's head. 

Throwing away his dislike of hurting Peter, Loki grabbed the boy's foot before it hit him, twisting it as he stood up and putting Peter off balance. He tossed him to the ground and planted a foot on his chest, holding Peter down with a force slightly lesser than Mjolnir.

"You're wearing my patience thin, child," Peter sent him a pointed glare, opening his mouth to speak though Loki wouldn't let him. "If you don't want serious harm, I suggest you start calming down and allowing me to help you."

"I don't want your help! She warned me that you'd say that!" Peter thrashed beneath him, nearly managing to move Loki's foot from his chest, but Loki only applied the slightest amount of more pressure with a raised eyebrow.

"She? Who is 'she'?"

Peter's eyes widened just a fraction before Loki felt a bolt of electricity go through his leg. He let out a low curse as Peter pulled himself out from under him, jumping back.

"She is none of your concern," Peter nearly growled, slowly backing away from the man. "Though maybe she was wrong in picking you as the first target... Perhaps one of the others would be better suited."

The boy turned around and crouched, getting ready to leap away when Loki called out to him.

"Peter!"

The strong command in his voice, with a layer of desperation underlying it, caused the boy to turn back. He was surprised to see Loki right there with a hand outstretched to him.

Peter realized too late what he had done, trying to jerk backwards. But it was already over; just a brush of Loki's cold fingers against his forehead had him freezing enough for the full hand to grasp him. Images and flashes of memories flooded his mind, things that had been forcibly buried rushing to the surface in an almost painful wave.

He saw himself joking with all the Avengers, helping Mr. Stark in the labs, sitting on rooftops with Loki, hundreds of happy memories with his family... Then he saw the events of his capture, waking up in an abandoned building, the woman torturing his mind, and his defeat to her powers...  

He had given in... Peter had actually given in and agreed to attack the Avengers - to attack Loki! He wanted to kill Loki! His twisted thoughts from before were fluttering through his mind and making him sick. Even under someone's mind control, his thoughts were in no way normal...

"Peter...?"

Peter's eyes snapped to Loki, the man holding his hands out in a calming gesture from over him. When had he ended up on the floor?

With a sharp inhale, Peter sat up and pushed himself as far away as he could. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...!" That was his new mantra as he shook his head, trying to fight the tears back as he shook his head furiously. How could he face Loki (and the others) after what he did, what he thought? It didn't matter if he was under someone's control, it was wrong!

Loki watched as Peter did his best to curl in on himself, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Peter was back... He was a crying mess, but he was back. "Calm yourself, child, you have nothing to apologize for."

"I do!" Peter's voice cracked as he held a hand over his mouth, "I-I...! My mind...! I couldn't- Loki, I couldn't-"

Hearing Peter's broken cries tugged at the heartstrings in Loki's chest (though he would never admit to having them) as he crept closer and knelt next to Peter, placing a hand on his head and pulling the boy into his chest. "That wasn't you, Peter. Understand? You have nothing to be sorry for over actions you couldn't control."

"But-"

"No buts; it's not your fault and that's final." Loki smirked slightly when he felt Peter's small nod against him. "I don't blame you, but I do hold the woman who did this to you responsible... Tell me everything you remember about her."

Peter, though still trying to push down his guilt, suddenly felt sorry for the woman that had captured him. She had hurt him in ways he never had before, but Peter knew only bad things would happen to the person who caused Loki's voice to turn as cold yet polite as it was now.

He risked a glance up at Loki, seeing that wickedly sweet smile on the man's face, and he almost felt sorry for what Loki was going to do to the woman.

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate! I'm going to post a more in-depth thank-post on my wall later, but I thought I'd share here for the ones that read this story.

This past year has been... Wow...  I started this story in September last year as a oneshot in my Spider-Man OneShot book. I had no intention of turning Spider and Snake into a series... But I'm so glad that I was talked into doing so. Over this year, this story blew up in ways I never imagined possible for me. Somehow I've become people's favorite author/favorite story; I now have a small army/fanclub that has my back when the world gets mean; I even have people reading and commenting on my chapters MINUTES after I post them!! Believe me when I say that this story is only possible because of all of you lovely readers. None of this would have been possible without all the encouragement and support that you've all shown me through this adventure of creating the Spider and Snake family... I love you all 3000. <3 <3 <3

I really hope this chapter gets me back in the swing of writing again! I'm running out of free time and I don't like it...! I only had one plan made for the end of the year and that was drive to Dallas, TX to hang out with a friend. But now suddenly my family decided to plan two more trips for the holidays, both out of state and with relatives I don't really like. I wish I could say things will go back to normal afterwards, but alas... it isn't so. My university classes start sometime in January and almost all my attention will be directed at that. I won't have free time until maybe June (I'm planning to go to an anime convention in May that'll take up a lot of time)! That is if I don't have to go visit my other family on the other side of the US during what little of Summer break I have left... 

I love writing so much, especially for this weird family that I somehow built. I love being able to share my work with others and make them happy from it. I am constantly thinking of stories and how to write certain scenes and normally work on multiple stories at once (ask my family, they think I'm crazy when I switch tabs on the computer almost constantly). So even if I don't post for a while, please don't think I've forgotten about this story or any of you. Believe me, I'm constantly working on different chapters and new stories. I know I say this a lot, but I do sincerely hope that you will all stay fans of this story if I'm unable to post for a while.

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The enhanced woman cursed as she marched into her apartment, doing her best not to throw her keys across the room. How could that man break her control over Spider-Man so easily?  No one had ever been able to break free from her before, what made him so special? It wasn't right!

She growled as she flipped the light switch, already starting to plan her next attack as she headed towards her kitchen. Maybe if she took Iron Man next...?

"I must say-"

She gasped and spun around to face the man leaning against the wall of her living room, her eyes wide as she took in his black suit and slicked back hair, the hidden rage in his green eyes nearly freezing her blood in her veins. 

"-You almost had him. Whatever you did to the boy was very well done." Loki smirked, clapping slowly as he pushed off the wall and stood tall. "You are very powerful; you could have had real potential."

"Oh really?" She asked, her eyes scanning for anything she could use as a weapon near her, "I could have?"

"Yes, well..." Loki chuckled slightly, "You used your powers to hurt a child that is under my protection. You used him like a puppet to carry out your wishes. After that, I simply can't let you live. You understand, right?"

As he took a step to her, she unfortunately did understand... She was foolish to think a child of Stark and Loki would be easy prey, and even more so to think she would get out alive if he failed her task.