⚠️ trigger warning: peter ouchies ⚠️

It was early one Saturday morning when Peter and Steve were out for a run. Peter just kept lapping Steve over and over again.

"On your left!"
"On your right!"

"On your... up!"
He said as he swung overtop of his uncle.

Steve stopped when Peter dropped to the ground in front of him.
"We've discussed this Peter. Swinging and running are not the same thing."

Peter shrugged.
"Yea yea whatever you say old man."

Steve laughed and pushed Peter away. Peter dramatically fell to the floor and held his knee.

"Uncle Steve! Quick get me a knee brace so I can wear it to school and get attention."

Steve tilted his head in confusion and held out a hand for Peter to take, which he did.
They decided to do another lap, before settling down near a tree.

The city was still quiet since it was only 6am. Usually Peter would never wake up this early, but who says no to THE Captain America!?

They were talking about the team and stuff when three black vans sped past them. Steve and Peter both looked up as the vans flew down the road.

"That was weird." Peter said. Steve nodded.
"Cmon let's go home." He said.

But as they were beginning to walk back to the tower, the same three black vans flew by them again. Peter grabbed Steve's arm.

"Uncle Steve, something's gonna happen..." he mumbled as he watched the black vans spin around and barrel towards them.

Steve and Peter took off running, going down alleyways to try and get these people off their tail.

It wasn't until a bullet grazed Peter's leg that the people caught up. Peter fell to the ground with a yelp of pain.

Steve ran to the teen and placed his hand over the wound.
"Okay, okay, it's just a graze you should be okay..." he said as his momma instincts took over.

But when Steve looked up they were surrounded by at least 15 armed men dressed in all black with a familiar symbol on their jackets.

Hydra.

Steve slowly stood up.
"Can I help you?"

One of the men stepped forward.
"Captain Steve Rogers, you and Hydra have some unfinished business."

Steve glared at him.
"Well if it's me you want, then why'd you shoot this kid huh?"

The man smirked.
"Oh Captain, don't think that we don't know about how much you care for the spider-menace here."

Peter's eyes widened at that, which only caused the man's smirk to grow.
"Oh yes Peter Parker, we know all about you too, and think that with a little, fixing, you could be a great addition."

Peter gulped in fear and Steve put a protective hand in front of the boy.
"You will leave him out of this."

The man simply rolled his eyes and gave a nod, signalling the rest of the agents to capture the two heroes.

Peter and Steve were knocked out, and taken to a secret Hydra base somewhere.

When Peter woke up he felt sore and groggy. He opened his eyes and looked around at the cold, dark and dirty cell he was in. He felt the heavy chains binding his wrists and ankles to the floor.

He looked across the small space and saw Steve in a similar position as him. The two were directly facing one another.

Steve began to stir and his eyes opened with a jolt. He looked around frantically and calmed slightly when he saw Peter.

"How's the leg son?" He asked worriedly.
Peter looked down. He had forgotten about that.
"It's pretty much healed Uncle Steve." He answered with a shrug.

Suddenly, the door burst open and three men walked in, one of them the guy from before.
"Allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Agent Cross, however you, spider-boy, shall address me as sir and master."

Peter scrunched up his face and shook his head.
"The only master I serve is god."

Cross tilted his head and looked at Peter. Then he stepped forward and smacked Peter across the face. Peter, who was doing the brave act, didn't even flinch even though that stung like hell.

"You shall never speak unless told to. Understood?"

Peter placed a monotone expression on his face as he shouted.
"SIR YES SIR!"
He also did a salute, chains clanging around and all.

Cross glared daggers at Peter.
"I'll be back to take you for the first test. And as for you Rogers? You'll get to watch your precious spider suffer."

After he slammed the door shut, Peter held a hand to his red cheek.
"Jeebaleeba that hurt."

Steve sighed.
"Peter, I-I don't, I can't-"

Peter cut Steve off with a serious look.
"Uncle Steve, I know that whatever they're gonna do to me isn't gonna be fun, but trust me I'll be okay, you need to look out for yourself cause they hate you more."

Steve shook his head.
"I can't let you end up like him..."

Then, Cross walked back into the cell, the two guards with him. No one said anything as they unchained Peter and dragged him out of the cell.

Steve was silently praying that Peter would come back...

Peter was taken into this smallish grey room, and strapped to a large metal table. He had several syringes surrounding him and lots of scary looking sharp things on a table beside him.

Two people in white lab coats approached him and started poking him with a small sharp needle in several places.

Peter watched as they stopped and one of the small holes healed before their eyes. Then they continued to prick him, more roughly this time.

"Woah! Hey! Don't damage the merchandise buddy! Did you not see the fragile sticker?"

The scientists paused and one of them pressed a button. Peter felt a large jolt of electricity course through his body and he couldn't hold back a scream.

Steve heard Peter's scream loud and clear. A tear rolled down his face at the thought of how much pain Peter was in right now...

When the electricity stopped, Peter felt more of the pricking only this time he decided to keep his mouth shut.

After about more 10 minutes of painful stabbing, the scientists stopped and one of them grabbed a syringe containing a weird yellow liquid.

Peter tried his best to free just one arm but it was no use.
"Hey wait! Is that stuff vegan? Cruelty free? Cmon man save the turtles!"

The scientist said nothing as he plunged the syringe into Peter's arm and injected the burning liquid into his body.

Peter's body contorted with pain as the liquid made its way throughout his whole body. Once the burning subsided a little he panted and squeezed his eyes shut.

It was like he felt a switch turn off inside of him. The little holes made by the needles, suddenly felt a lot more painful and they weren't closing up anymore.

"W-what did you do to me?" Peter asked. He heard heavy footsteps enter the room.

"We disabled your advanced healing. That way you're more susceptible to succumbing to torture." Cross smirked.

Peter furrowed his eyebrows.
"Well that's not very nice. Didn't you consider how your actions would make me feel?"

Cross rolled his eyes and pressed his own button. This one sent an even larger jolt of electricity through Peter, causing him to clench his teeth and shout out.

When the electricity stopped, Peter felt like he was on fire. He could barely lift his head much less move anything else.

The scientists came back, but this time instead of little needles, they had pocket knives. They made several cuts on Peter's body. Some on his arms, chest, legs and even one on his face.

Peter winced every time the cold metal dug into his skin. After about 20 more minutes they stopped, and Peter felt awful. He felt himself being unhooked from the table and dragged back down the hall to his cell.

The guards threw him into the cell and chained him back to the wall.

After they left, Steve looked at Peter and gasped in horror. Peter lazily looked up at Steve and gave him a toothy grin.

"Wha' do I rea-lly 'ook dat bad?" He slurred before passing out completely.

Steve pulled at his chains, trying to get to his poor nephew. God he hoped that someone would come for them soon.

A few hours went by before Peter woke up. He coughed dryly and Steve immediately looked over the boy.

"Peter?" Steve asked. Peter groaned.
"Ugh I am so giving them a bad review on trip advisor."

Steve chuckled lightly. So did Peter, but he then closed his eyes and winced in pain.

"What'd they do..." Steve asked hesitantly.
"Well first they poked me a bit, then they injected this yellow stuff in me which turned off my healing factor. Then they took knives and stabbed me a bunch of times." He shrugged.

Steve's breath hitched.
"I'm gonna kill them."

Peter's head snapped sideways.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Captain America, lord of freedom and kindness and respect and all things righteous, could you repeat that?"

Steve rolled his eyes.
"Im not gonna let them do to you what they did to Bucky."

Peter paused. Steve never talked about Bucky. Peter only heard a little bit about him from Tony who said he was Steve's best friend who got kidnapped and turned into an assassin by Hydra. Then one day Bucky fought back and they killed him. Steve then refused to speak of it when he found out what had happened.

Steve looked back at Peter.
"Alright kid, here's the plan. You need to act dead. Like the most convincing fake dead you can be. I'm gonna yell until someone comes in and when they do, you pounce on them and knock em out. Then we take their weapon and break outta here. Think you can do that?"

Peter practically beamed excitement.
"You betcha I can!"

Peter then took some blood from one of his fresher cuts and placed it around his mouth and slumped down. He truly looked dead.

Then Steve began to scream.
"HELP HIM PLEASE! ILL DO ANYTHING JUST PLEASE HELP HIM!"

A guard came running into the room.
"Hey shut up!" He yelled. Steve pointed to Peter.
"PLEASE HELP HIM! ILL DO ANYTHING PLEASE!"

The guard walked over to Peter and knelt down beside him. As soon as the guy reached a hand out to feel for a pulse, Peter sucker punched the guy in the jaw, knocking him out instantly.

Then Peter reached over and grabbed the guys gun. He shot it at their chains, snapping them off then he did the same to Steve's.

They jumped up and ran out of the cell. The exit was so close they only had a few more feet. Peter could finally reach his stark watch.

"Friday get Tony over here now! Tell him we need rescued!"

Peter knew the message was sent and Tony would be here any minute now.

Steve and Peter were running faster than ever before.
"We're gonna make it Uncle Steve!" Peter exclaimed as they were only a few feet away from the door now.

That's when Peter saw him. Cross stepped out in front, blocking their way to the exit. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at Steve and Peter.

Time seemed to move in slow motion as Cross fired his gun at Peter. Peter closed his eyes and braced for the pain, but it never came. Instead he heard a groan and realized that Steve has jumped in front of him.

Steve collapsed to the ground and Peter picked up the gun from his hands. He didn't even think before shooting Cross once, and once only.

A prefect shot, right through the heart.

He threw the gun to the floor in disgust and dropped to Steve's side.
"Uncle S-Steve please... dad is on his way you-you just gotta hold on."

Steve smiled as he held Peter's hand.
"It's okay Pete, I get to go see Bucky again."

Then his eyes glazed over and his hand went limp in Peter's. Peter sobbed over Steve's body. He didn't even hear the clank of metal on cement behind him as Tony arrived.

Tony rushed over to Peter when he saw him sobbing on the ground, stepping over Cross' dead body.

He then saw Steve and gasped. He knelt down beside Peter and put a hand on his shoulder.
"It shoulda been me... he-he jumped in front of it. He-he shouldn't have d-died."

Tony shushed Peter and hugged him.
"It's okay kiddo, it's okay..."

Peter then looked down at his bloody hands.
"I-I killed him. With... with a gun..."

Tony looked up.
"Who Peter?"

Peter pointed behind him at Cross. Tony looked back.
"He-he shot Steve and then I didn't even think. I-I just shot him..."

Tony continued to comfort Peter before taking him away.

It took Peter awhile to get over the horrid Hydra incident, but he did and he would forever be thankful for Steve's sacrifice.

Ya that's not how I wanted this to end but it's too long and I don't wanna write anymore so sorry that's all. I really liked this idea then I started it and was like ugh so I just did that. Yea that's all. Thanks for reading
~taco