Just a heads up, italics is generally a flashback unless I'm just emphasising a word or something

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"S-stop it- make it stop-"

The restraint was unclipped. The mask fell, clattering on the floor.

I look at at the enemy, growling from the back of my throat.

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"...... peter?"

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"......peter?"

"Who the h-hell is peter" I barked, trying and failing to sound intimidating.

Another string of pain went through my head, running fully down my spine.

What the hell?

Gravity being against me, I fell to one knee, greedily gasping for the air being restricted from my throat.

"H-hel-" I managed to choke out, black spots dancing across my vision. A twinge of pain coming from my arm, the metal one, sending a shiver through my mind.

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"Now, we have something for you" he walked out of the room, coming back with a small long box.

He opened it by its latches, it giving a satisfying click. He slowly opened it, pausing for affect and smirking at me. Finally opening it, he pushed it towards me.

It was an arm.

Not a human arm, but a metal arm.

It was sleek, slightly muscular, and very strong. It was also the perfect size for the winter spider.

"Um sir, what's this for?"

"It's for you" he stated simply.

"B-but sir, I have both my-"

"No, not for long."

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"сэр, I understood the soldiers, but why give this one one? He is in perfect condition, giving him something unusual may even lessen his str-"

"This isn't about his strengths. Yes, the soldier needed one for obvious reasons, but we are more than we once were. The technology available now, it's incomprehensible to what it once was. Yes it might not play to his strengths, but it will to ours. And in time, I'm sure you'll see why....." the older man chuckled, his eyes darting up and down the boy on the operating table.

"W-what does that mean sir- please I really don't w-" the child's eyes held fear, he hadn't sounded like this since when they first took him.

"Shut UP boy, don't make me remind you of your place."

"Yes sir." He mumbled, falling into his dismissive state once more.

"Now, begin the operation."

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The boys screams echoed through the night, long into the next morning. After the winter spider finally passed out, it was almost done.

"Sir, we're finished." The table and boy were covered in blood, from bright red fresh blood to dark dried.

"No, not yet you're not." He pulled out a small box from his pocket, clicking it open.

Inside, was a small computer chip- like object.

"I need you to do one more thing...."

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Another moment of pain struck, something in my head screaming.

I could hear the enemy whispering, 'what's going on' 'is he ok' 'should we take him' and even sympathetic looks. Sort of.

But one of them wasn't sympathetic. His gaze was different. It was empathy. He heard the others whispers, only replying one word.

"Reprogramming"

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"I need you to do something."

"Yes sir. What is it? Sir."

"Stand still for a second." He pulled a small remote from his pocket, many buttons on it including a big red one.  

"Do something wrong."

"I'm not sure I understand you sir. Wrong?"

"Fine. You know what you are kid?"

"Sir?"

"You're worthless. You're life doesn't belong to you. You are hydra's. You, are nothing."

"Sir-"

"You think you're something? You deserve a name, a title. You aren't human, you're a pet. And you'll never get out of here. Ever."

"No."

"No? Oh you think you'll get out. This is your life boy. It doesn't belong to you."

"NO. I will get out of here. I'm not worthless! I, I-" his mouth stopped moving, fear flashing in the surface of his mind as he shook slightly.

I smirked, releasing my finger from one of the many buttons.

"What-"

"You like that? You better get used to it. Don't ever think you're getting out of here."

"Yes... sir...."

"Now, I don't want you remembering this. Have a nice sleep"

Another button was pressed, a cry escaping his lips before he fell submissive, his face blank.

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"Reprogramming? What do you mean reprogramming." Tony whispered to James, who had been remaining quiet.

"I'm not quite sure... I only had it done a few times but the technology wasn't good enough then......" an almost silent groan came from the struggling assassin, still on one knee and looking like he'd just run a marathon. Tony couldn't take it anymore, taking a step forward.

"Don't even try. Back off." Peter spat, his voice like such a snarl it was barely understandable.

"Peter, I'm just trying to help." As soon as tony said Peter, the spider let out a pained cry.

"I'm not... I'm not your peter..... I don't know...." his tongue got caught in his throat, his eyes slowly rolling back.

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"Help me"

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