It was early one Wednesday morning, when everyone's favourite teen hero rose from his bed. He woke up to the smell of bacon, coming from downstairs.

Peter rubbed his eyes as he stumbled down the stairs, still not fully awake but entranced by the bacon. He yawned and stretched when he made it to the kitchen.

There he saw Steve, standing in front of the stove, cooking breakfast for the team, who were all awake and in the kitchen too.

"Morning kiddo." Tony said as he ruffled Peter's hair. Peter mumbled a 'mmh' in response and Tony chuckled.

"What's wrong bug-boy, didn't get enough beauty sleep I see?" Clint teased. Peter's head snapped up.

"1. It's arachnid. 2. It's spider-man. And 3. I don't need beauty sleep, I'm already gorgeous." He said and flipped his hair back at the last part. Clint just rolled his eyes.

"Come on Kid you're gonna be late for school." Tony said as he looked at his watch.
"Since when does the famous Tony Stark care about being on time?" Peter asked.

Tony rolled his eyes and threw Peter's backpack over to him.
"Have a good day Pete." Tony said. Peter waved as he walked into the elevator, mouth and pockets stuffed full of bacon.

When Peter got to school, he was about 5 minutes early. He walked over to his locker where he saw MJ and Ned standing.
"Hey guys." Peter said cheerfully. Ned waved and MJ gave a small smile.

"Hey loser." She said. Peter smiled as he grabbed his books from his locker. He felt his spidey sense go off and sighed as Flash came up from behind him and knocked his books out of his hands.

"Yo penis! Where's my homework?" Flash demanded. Peter rolled his eyes, he was really sick and tired of Flash by now.
"I don't know Eugene, you probably just wanted me to do it because you couldn't understand it anyways." Peter shrugged.

Flash got angry and punched Peter in the face. Peter grimaced as he already knew he would have a bruise. Flash lifted his hand up again, but the bell rang and he dropped it.

"We'll finish this later penis." Flash said as he walked down the hall. Peter sighed. MJ and Ned looked at him disapprovingly.
"What!?" Peter asked. Ned sighed.
"Peter, when are you gonna stand up for yourself? Fight back? Hell even dodge the punches."

Peter shrugged.
"You know I can't Ned. I can't risk revealing it."
MJ raised her eyebrows.
"Yet you had no worries in the world in gym class when Ned asked you if you met Captain America, and you bragged about taking his shield. You know someone other than me could have heard you right?"

Peter smiled.
"Let's just go to class." He said and the trio walked down the hall to their first period class, history.

Peter barely stayed awake as he munched away on a few pieces of bacon. The teacher was taking about some 1920s thing. Booooring.

It was only a few minutes later when the p.a system came on.
"Attention all students, please report to the gym for an assembly right away." The secretary's voice said.

The kids were happy since they got to leave history. As they were walking out the door, Flash gave Peter a little shove and smirked. Peter rolled his eyes. He really screwed the pooch talking back to Flash. Now he was so dead.

The students filed into the gym. Peter's spidey sense started to buzz lightly in the back of his head. He looked around, expecting to see Flash, but instead noticed a bunch of guys wearing black cargo outfits and bullet proof vests lock all the doors.

Peter barely had time to react before a gunshot rang out and everyone screamed, then went dead silent. The shot was at the ceiling so no one was injured, but everyone was terrified.

The man who shot the gun stepped forward and spoke with a thick Russian accent.
"Everyone against the wall, now." He ordered. The students all backed up away from the man and crowded at the wall. Peter was standing with Ned and MJ in the center of the group.

"I have been told that Spider-Man attends this school, and I will find out who he is." The man said. Peter gulped as Ned and MJ looked at him worriedly.

Nobody moved a muscle. The man grew angry.
"Reveal yourself Spider-Man! Or I will start killing off your classmates, one by one, until I know who you are."

Peter began to worry. He didn't have his webshooters on, because they were in his backpack.

The man stepped forward and grabbed someone from the front of the group. He pulled out a knife and held it to the trembling boys throat.

"Spider-Man you have 5 seconds to reveal yourself before I kill him." The man said as he began to press the knife on the poor kids throat.

Peter looked above the crowd to see who it was. His eyes grew wide as he saw the one and only Flash Thompson trembling with fear on deaths doorstep.

Peter sighed. He began to push through the crowd but Ned grabbed his arm.
"Peter..." he said sadly. He knew Peter didn't have any gear, and clearly these guys meant business.

Peter gave a sad smile to his friend as he continued pushing through people.

"Five..."

"Four..."

"Three..."

"Two..."

"On-"

"STOP!" Peter shouted right before the man slit Flash's throat. Flash looked up in shock, as he saw Puny Parker stopping the man from killing him. 

"It's me... I-I'm Spider-Man." Peter said. The entire room gasped. The man dropped Flash who stayed frozen on the ground in shock. Peter slowly walked up to Flash and helped him up.

Flash mumbled an I'm sorry to Peter before rushing back to the group of teens. Peter slowly kept moving forward until all the students were a safe distance away from him and the man.

"What is your name?" The man asked. Peter rolled his eyes.
"Dude, I'm not gonna tell you that."

The man scowled at Peter. He pulled out a gun and shot Peter in the shoulder, causing him to grunt in pain, and a few students screamed.

Peter winced as he held the wound.
"Come on man! Do you know how much time it takes to heal after getting shot?"

The man glared at Peter even more.
"You make jokes now boy, but soon you will fall to the control of Hydra."
Peter's eyes widened at the evil groups name. The man smirked at this.
"Oh so you do know about us then?"

Peter glared at him, now becoming serious.
"You will never control me."
The man laughed.
"You will learn to respect me, winter spider."

Peter started gagging.
"Oh god. That's awful. Winter Spider!? That's the best you can come up with? What's with you guys and winter huh?"

The man growled at Peter who only laughed more.
"Kneel." The man said. Peter snorted.
"I'm sorry what?"

The man smirked again, sending shivers up Peter's spine.
"Kneel." He said as he shot Peter in the leg, effectively making him drop to one knee.

"You're getting the hang of this already." The man said. Peter winced as pain flowed through his body. He shakily stood up, not putting pressure on the leg that was shot.

"You. Will. Never. Control. Me." Peter said weakly. The man scowled and walked up to Peter. He punched him hard in the jaw, sending him flying back into the wall beside all the students.

Peter lay on the ground motionless as a few kids gasped. The man stepped forward and addressed the students.
"You call this pathetic child a hero? He's no hero, he's just a weak boy. He can't even protect himself, so how do you expect him to save you?"

The students trembled in fear, and didn't notice a bloody Peter Parker stand up.
"Gosh man, you punch a lot harder than Flash does." Peter laughed.

The man walked over to Peter and stared into his eyes. Peter glared back, not faltering for a second. Then something dawned on the man and he smiled.

"Who here is Flash?" The man asked. Nobody moved. Flash looked away quickly, but this caused the man to suspect him.

He walked over and grabbed Flash again.
"Oh you again? You're a lucky boy aren't you."
Flash gulped, terrified. Peter saw how scared Flash was and sighed. He figured he knew where this was going.

"You have the choice Spider-Man. Either obey me, or he dies." The man said. Peter shrugged.
"Yea, yea I know. All you baddies say the same thing. So typical."

The man cocked his gun and pressed it harder on Flash's temple. He let out a whimper and closed his eyes. 

"Okay! Don't hurt him... do whatever you want to me." Peter said defeatedly. The man smiled as he shoved Flash away and back to the group. Peter gave a sad smile to classmates and friends as he limped towards the man.

"Kneel." He said. Peter complied, and knelt down. The man smirked again.
"Good. Now tell me your name."
Peter hesitated.
The man pistol whipped Peter in the face. Peter answered slowly.
"P-Peter. Peter Parker..."

The man nodded. He knelt down and lifted up Peter's chin.
"You are nothing Peter Parker. You belong to Hydra now." He said and he let Peter's head drop.

Peter felt the cold metal of cuffs around his wrists as he was roughly lifted up off the ground. He winced as his wounds protested all the movement.

He looked back and saw his classmates. Some were crying, some where in shock, some looked to the ground sadly. Peter looked over at Ned and MJ who were both crying and he smiled at them.

"It'll be okay." He mouthed to them.

The man smirked.
"I think it would be much fun to torture you here, don't you think?"
Peter didn't reply.
He got slapped in the face.
"You answer me when I ask you a question. I am Ivan, but you address me as Sir. Is that understood?"

Peter lowered his head.
"Yes sir."

A large metal table with thick black leather straps was rolled into the gym by some more Hydra guys. Peter gulped as a second smaller table was rolled in that had lots of sharp pointy and scary things on it.

The men who brought in the table grabbed Peter and strapped him down to it. Peter wrestled with the bonds for a minute, but they were too strong.

Ivan approached Peter and examined the variety of torture devices on the table beside him.

"I need to find out how you operate." Ivan said as he picked up a scalpel. Peter gulped in fear but decided to turn on the spidey charm to (hopefully) buy him some time.

"I can't operate, I'm not a doctor. But I do play operation sometimes, I'm not very good at it. I always hit the metal part and then the guys nose buzzes." Peter explained. Ivan grew angry, grabbed a knife and stabbed it into Peter's thigh.

Peter winced and clenched his teeth together.
"Y-you know, blades are meant for skatin not stabbin."

Ivan twisted the knife around and Peter screamed. Everyone flinched at the sound. It wasn't a scream of terror or fear, but a scream of extreme pain. It was worse than anyone had her heard before.

Ivan loved every second of it. He ripped the knife out and Peter's head dropped forwards to his chest.
"Are you ready to comply?" He asked threateningly.
Peter nodded weakly.
"Y-yes sir..."

Ivan smirked and grabbed the scalpel. He noticed a faint scarred area on Peter's abdomen (his shirt doesn't exist anymore btw he's in shorts and that's it)

He examined it.
"What happened here?" He asked.
Peter looked at the scar and tried to think.
"Umm i think that's from when one of the poles went into me when vulture dropped a building on me."

Ivan poked the area.
"It healed very well, didn't it?"
Peter nodded.
"Yea I guess so."
Ivan glared at him and Peter corrected himself.
"I-I mean, yes sir."

Ivan took the scalpel and cut off the area where the scar was. Peter lurched forward in pain and panted hard.

Ivan removed the skin and placed it on the table.
"That's... just... messed... up..." Peter wheezed as he tried to control his breathing.

Ivan slapped him and Peter groaned. He was really in bad shape now. Ivan seemed to notice this too.
"You're getting weaker Spider-Man. You can't take much more." He smiled.

Peter knew he was right. If he kept sassing back, Ivan would hurt him and he can't afford that if he wants any chance of getting out of here. If only he had his damn Webshooters.

Suddenly MJ pushed herself to the front of the crowd.
"Umm excuse me?" MJ asked. She was suddenly surrounded by Hydra goons that had guns pointed at her chest.

Ivan looked back at MJ.
"What do you want."
She looked at Ivan with just as much intensity.
"I need to use the bathroom."

Ivan rolled his eyes and turned back to Peter. MJ spoke again.
"Listen buddy, I get it you want to keep torturing Spider-Man or whatever, but I'm on my period and of you don't let me go change my tampon right now, I'm gonna take it out and throw it at you, then bleed all over the floor. Do you really want to deal with period blood all over your black suit? Cause that stuff stains buddy."

Ivan was flabbergasted.
"Uh- umm one of you take her to the washroom. Then bring her right back!"

A guard grabbed MJ's arm and she pulled it away.
"I can walk by myself thank you very much." She said as he lead her out the doors.

They walked down the hallway and MJ stopped at their history classroom. The guard stopped her.
"What do you think you're doing." He asked.
She rolled her eyes.

"Holy crap do none of you listen? I need a tampon, and it's inside my backpack in that room!" She said. The guard nodded quickly and she walked inside.

She made her way over to her bag, effectively pulling Peter's over as well. She unzipped them, grabbed a tampon from hers and Peter's webshooters from his. She figured he might need them.

She slipped the web shooters in her bra under her sweater and held the tampon in her hand. She walked out of the classroom and waved the tampon in the air to show the guard.

After she had gone to the bathroom they made their way back to the gym. When MJ walked back inside Peter looked even worse than before.

While MJ was gone, Ivan decided he needed to take some of Peter's blood. So he jabbed a needle into both of Peter's arms and began taking way more blood than anyone with two bullet wounds and a stab wound could safely donate.

When she came back in, Peter looked over at her and she slightly nodded her head and fixed her bra. Peter smiled internally. He knew her signs, she grabbed his webshooters. This is why he loved her. (As a friend in this one. Sorry guys)

Peter knew it was time. MJ stayed near the front of the pack and he got ready. He knew the best way to play this. While Ivan had his back turned and the guards weren't looking, Peter scooped up some blood from his leg wound (gross) and put it in his mouth. (Grosser)

He began to cough.
"S-sir..." Peter choked out. Ivan sounds around to look at Peter who now had blood dripping from his mouth. Ivan came closer to Peter.

Peter cried and whimpered.
"S-sir i-i don't wanna go... I don't wanna die..." he said as he choked on blood.

Ivan didn't move, instead just watched as Peter's eyes began to lose their sparkle and his body became motionless, his chest no longer rising up and down.

The students cried and wept, Michelle collapsing to the ground.
"No! How could you! He was only a kid!"

The guards and Ivan had left Peter's side to try and control MJ who was freaking out.

When they were gone, Peter quietly managed to reach down and unclasp the leather straps. He hopped off the table and when MJ saw this she screamed bloody murder, effectively fazing everyone. She grabbed the webshooters and threw them to Peter as she screamed.

Peter quickly jumped into action, knowing he could actually pass out any second and wasted no time in webbing all the Hydra guys up.

When Peter landed on the ground, he surveyed his work. Ivan was webbed to the wall where he had thrown Peter earlier.

"I told you you'd never control me, Ivan." Peter smirked. Ivan protested and struggled but it was no use. Peter turned to his classmates and limped over.

"MJ that was amazing. You saved my life." He smiled. MJ smiled back.
"Yea well you saved all of our lives first loser."

Flash slowly walked up and looked at Peter with tears in his eyes.
"I'm so sorry Peter... for everything I've ever done to you. Thanks for saving me... twice..."
Peter smiled at Flash and nodded.
"Apology accepted Flash."

It was then that Peter stumbled, but Ned caught him.
"Hey buddy, you're okay. Why don't you sit down." He smiled. Peter nodded and they sat down.

Peter reached into his shorts pocket and smiled happily at what he discovered.
"Hey I've still got some bacon left!" He cheered.
He smiled turned to a frown when he looked at the other side of it.
"God Dammit it's covered in blood." He whined.

They all laughed and cheered for Peter. He had saved their lives by almost sacrificing his own, and they would forever be grateful for it.

Then Peter looked into the camera.
"It's now time for the end, because the author is tired and has written too much, and you the reader should hopefully be satisfied."

MJ smacked him.
"Peter who the hell are you talking to!?"

Peter looked at her with wisdom in his eyes.
"The fourth wall MJ... I broke it...."

I am so tired. Okay bye now.
~Taco