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Peter Parker was just about ready to go out. He was hanging out with his two best friends today. They were gonna go to this nice cafe that Ned's mom recommended.

Peter was just about to head out the door when his phone buzzed.
Michelle Obama: hurry up loser we're waiting outside

Peter smiled and sent a text back.
Spooder: be down in a sec

He locked the door behind him and rushed down the stairs. He felt his wrists and realized he didn't have his webshooters. Oh well doesn't matter he won't need them anyways.

He walked out the main entrance for the apartment and waved at his friends.
"Hey guys!" He said. Ned waved back and MJ nodded.
"Hi Peter!" Ned said.

The two did their handshake as MJ watched and rolled her eyes but smiled a little.
"You guys are such four year olds."

They set off and headed downtown to the little cafe. They took a left down an empty alley. It was a shortcut.

Suddenly, Peter started to feel a buzzing in the back of his head. MJ noticed his discomfort.

"What's wrong loser?" She asked. Peter shrugged.
"I dunno." He said. Ned jumped in.
"Ooh ooh! Is it your spider senses!? Are they tingling!?" He asked enthusiastically.
Peter chuckled but couldn't stop the stupid buzzing.
"Yea... it is."

Ned and MJ looked a little worried as Peter began looking around them.
"Okay loser you're freaking me out now, why don't we just get to the cafe." MJ said.

Peter shook his head.
"No something's gonna ha-" he said but was cut off by a bunch of men in large black suits surrounding them with guns pointed at them.

MJ and Ned threw their hands up, while Peter tried to calm the scary guys.
"Woah, hey umm what's going on? I'm just passing through." He said calmly.

One of the men walked forward and pressed his gun against Peter's head. MJ and Ned panicked, but Peter didn't flinch.

"What is it that you want? Money? Cause we don't got any we're just a bunch of broke high school kids." Peter asked. The man glared at him and took his gun away.

"I don't want money." He said in a thick accent.
"Well what do you want then?" Peter asked. The man smirked.
"I want you, spiderman."

Peter took a step back as Ned and MJ's eyes widened. Peter looked back and saw his two terrified friends, standing with guns pointed at them.

"Okay, Okay, you got me, but let those two go. They were just following me." Peter said. The man shook his head.
"Oh no Peter Parker, I can't do that. I took my time for this. I know all about your two best friends."

Peter sighed. He couldn't try anything because the other guys would shoot Ned and MJ.
"Come on man, I'm the one you really want."

The man nodded.
"You're right. And the only way you will give me what I want, is if your friends lives depend on it."

Suddenly, Peter heard the guys behind him move and he spun around. They were injecting something into Ned and MJ, causing them to collapse.

"No!" Peter shouted as he tried to run forward, but a hard blow to the head knocked him unconscious.

When Peter woke up he felt groggy and sore. He looked around to find Ned and MJ, and he saw them, sitting on the floor, their wrists chained to the wall. Peter was on the wall opposite to them, only he had way bigger shackles, he guessed stolen vibranium, tied to his wrists and ankles.

"Ned! MJ!" Peter whisper shouted. MJ groaned as she opened her eyes, Ned doing the same. They felt the chains on their wrists and began to panic.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Peter said, trying to calm them down. They saw Peter and stopped freaking out. Peter looked at them and sighed. He knew this wouldn't end well.

"Guys I know how scary this is, believe me I'm scared too, but I need you to promise to do one thing for me until I can get us out of here okay?"
Ned and MJ nodded for him to continue.

"No matter what happens to me, no matter what they do to me, you have to protect yourselves. I can take it okay? My body will heal faster. I know this is gonna sound awful, but if they offer you food or water or hell even freedom to do something to me... you have to do it okay?" He said. Ned and MJ shook their heads.

"Peter we are not letting anything happen to you." Ned said firmly. MJ agreed.
"I don't care what those bastards offer us, I'm not gonna let them hurt you."

Peter sighed.
"Guys... these people are not gonna play around. I could tell from the second they surrounded us and yeah I'm probably gonna get hurt a little bit, but I have to make sure they don't hurt you. I won't be able to live with myself if I let something happen to you."

MJ and Ned looked at him with sad eyes.
"Peter..." MJ looked at him and he smiled sadly.
"It's gonna be okay."

The door burst open and all three teens flinched away at the sound. Three men came inside, one of whom Peter recognized as the guy with the accent.

He walked up to MJ and stroked her cheek. MJ moved her head away and the guy pulled out a small knife. Peter lurched forward.
"Get away from her." He said in a threatening tone that MJ and Ned didn't even know Peter could speak in.

The man smirked and turned to Peter.
"Why should I?"
Peter rolled his eyes.
"Cause you look like you've got at least 17 STDs."

The man stomped over to Peter and punched him in the face. Peter's head flew back but he just smiled when he regained his vision.
"Didn't even feel a thing."

The man growled and started punching and kicking Peter over and over and over again, until Peter was covered in blood and already forming bruises.

"I'm gonna make you wish you were dead." The man said as he spit on the floor beside Peter, who just shrugged.
"Kinda hard to do that when I already do."

The man nodded to his henchmen. One of them pulled out a really big baton, the other a whip with spikes on the end.

They walked towards Peter who clenched his eyes shut, and when the first shot of electricity flowed through him, he could hear his poor friends screaming in protest.

Peter felt all of it. He couldn't see or hear, but he knew he was screaming. All he felt was a burning pain throughout his whole body as he felt the spikes through his skin and the electricity flow through him over and over again, until his voice was raw.

When they finally stopped, Peter's head hung low and he breathed heavily. Every breath caused extreme pain since he figured most of his ribs were broken.

He wanted to pass out, but he knew he couldn't. He had to protect them. With everything he had left, he couldn't let them down. 

Peter looked up, and saw his two best friends with tears streaming down their faces as they looked at their broken hero. Ned managed a small smile, and Peter smiled slightly back at him.

"Damn, that hurt." Peter chuckled dryly, but went into a bloody coughing fit which just hurt him even more. He hissed in pain and leaned against the cool wall.

The door opened again and in walked the man. He went over to Ned, which caused Peter to immediately pay attention.
"Stand down spider. I have a proposal for your friends here."

They looked at Peter, panicked, but Peter just nodded slowly.
"You can both clearly see how much pain your friend is in, and he's bleeding pretty badly. But I also know that you've been here quite some time now and are probably hungry or thirsty. I could give you some bandages for your worthless friend, or some food and water for you two to enjoy. What'll it be?"

Ned and MJ looked at each other. They looked at Peter who was silently begging them to get food for themselves. They knew he was.

They looked at one other one more time before nodding.
"We want the bandages." MJ said. The man shrugged and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Peter sighed.
"Guys... I told you-"
MJ cut him off.
"I don't give a damn what you told us Peter, I'm not gonna let you bleed to death in front of me when there's something I can do."
Peter nodded and looked down to the ground.

A few minutes later, a single guard came inside, dropped some gauze on the ground and took off MJ's chain. He quickly left and locked the door shut.

MJ rubbed her wrist and slowly got up. They figured they had been here for at least 36 hours now, and that's a long time to be sitting in the same spot.

She made her way over to Peter and gasped when she got a closer look at his injuries.
"Oh Peter..." She said with a hand over her mouth. Peter gave a weak smile.

"Aww c'mon MJ do I really look that bad?" He joked. MJ chuckled softly as Peter wiped a tear from her cheek.
"Hey, don't worry, it'll be okay."

MJ nodded and began to roll the gauze carefully around Peter's worst injuries. He held back a wince even if she only just brushed the surface of his skin. He was in so much pain, but he couldn't show it.

When she was finished, the guards came back in and chained her to the wall again. When they left, they didn't come back for another 3 days.

Peter woke up from his non voluntary sleep annoyed because he wasn't supposed to fall asleep while he was here, but his body was so tired that he couldn't stay awake anymore.

Ned and MJ had also gotten a little bit of rest as well. Peter was starting to feel stronger again, like he could break them out, but it wouldn't last for long....

The man who Peter still didn't know the name of for some reason burst into the room and charged at MJ. He pulled out a knife and sliced her cheek.

"HEY! What are doing!?" Peter shouted as MJ yelped. The man walked over to Ned and slapped him in the face. Hard. Ned winced as his head snapped to the side.

"STOP!" Peter shouted again. The man charged over to Peter and glared at him. Peter glared right back with even more intensity.

"Apparently your precious Iron Man has been looking for you. You never said that Iron Man was close to you!" He shouted furiously. Peter rolled his eyes.

"Uhh you never asked?"

The man growled some more and three large men charged into the room. They unchained Peter and began roughing him up. Peter fell to his knees and all he could hear was Ned and MJ protesting. Wow this sure is familiar huh?

Suddenly, Peter was dragged to his feet and taken out of the room. MJ and Ned continued to shout for him as they dragged him away.

Peter was thrown into a small room, similar to his cell only there was a large metal table in the middle. The guards tied him to it and then the man got up in Peter's face.

"I'm really done with you now boy. I think it's time for me to really ruin your life." He smirked. Peter gulped.

The man wrapped an extra strap around the top of Peter's left arm. Peter looked in horror as the man grabbed what seemed to be a chainsaw of sorts!?

"P-please... d-don't do this t-to me." Peter pleaded. The man shook his head and smirked as he turned on the saw.

Ned and MJ heard a loud scream. They panicked when they figured out that it was Peter screaming. They could only imagine what was happening to him in there. But if what that guy said was true, Tony was coming for them, and hopefully soon.

Peter screamed in pure agony as they sliced off his arm. He couldn't bare to look when he heard a thud on the ground. He sobbed as the pain was too much to bear, yet he just couldn't manage to fall unconscious.

Then the man walked back over, he had a large burning hot strip of metal. Peter was very confused when he saw what it said on it.
FWBU

Peter not being able to speak, couldn't ask but the man smirked and explained.
"Failure. Worthless. Burden. Useless. That's what you are Peter Parker. Now say it back to me so I know you'll never forget it."

Peter looked to the ground. For once in his life he kept his mouth shut. The man walked up to him and pressed on the wound left where his arm used to be. Peter screamed.

"SAY IT!"
Peter coughed and tried as best as he could.
"F-failure. Wor-worthless. B-bur-den. Useless."

The man smirked.
"Again."

And so Peter said those four words over and over and over again until he could barely speak. He didn't know how long it was. Maybe 4 or 5 hours, but to Peter, it felt like days.

The man looked at Peter.
"Say it."
Peter spoke without hesitation, no longer feeling anything but numbness at this point.

"I'm a Failure. I'm Worthless. I'm a Burden. I'm Useless."

The man nodded and the guards poorly wrapped Peter's large arm wound. They untied hun and dragged him back to his cell. They threw him inside, not even bothering to chain him up yet because he was too weak to even move.

Ned and MJ gasped when their friend came back. He had been gone for 9 hours. They sobbed when they saw Peter's 'arm' and burning red blister with four letters engraved on his chest.

"Oh god. Peter. Can you hear me?" Ned asked. All Peter replied with was four words.

"Failure... Worthless... Burden... Useless..." he mumbled. Ned and MJ were very confused.
"Peter what are you saying!? MJ asked him softly.

Peter looked up and saw his two friends. They were the last things he saw before everything went dark.

{•••}

The death of Peter Parker would be one that no one would ever forget.
He was a hero.
A best friend.
A star student.
A son.

And he was loved by so many.
Peter Parker couldn't die.

That's why when Tony burst into their cell, he immediately rushed to Peter's side. He felt for a pulse. He breathed in relief when he found one, but gasped when he saw that his son's arm  was gone. And the weird letters branded onto his torso.

It made Tony glad he killed that man where he stood. He then saw Ned and MJ and rushed to help them.

"Are you guys okay?" He asked. They nodded. Other than a small cut for one and a small bruise for the other, they were fine.

Peter on the other hand needed medical treatment right away. So Tony flew them all back as quickly as he could to the tower.

Peter was rushed off to surgery of course, and they just had to wait...

Peter was in a coma for 1 week before he woke up. When he did he immediately remembered where he was supposed to be, but when he wasn't there he was very confused.

Then he saw Tony sitting beside him, holding his one hand. He smiled at Peter with tears in his eyes.
"Ned? MJ?" Peter croaked out.

Sure enough the two walked into the hospital room.
"We're right here Peter." MJ smiled.

Peter gave a snarky grin to them.
"I told you everything would be okay."

Yes. MJ did lightly slap him. Just lightly.

Holy guacamole this ending suuuuuucked. Anyways idc cause it's 1am and I'm babysitting and I'm tired and the parent won't come home so this is what you guys get for today. Oki bye now.
~taco