Ultimate Avenging Alliance Chapter 1 Along Came the Spider
Peter leaned back against the wall of his cell. It was a large room, but near completely empty. There was an oddly large heap of blankets, considering Peter was the only occupant, and in a small enclosed area there was a toilet and a sink with a beaker in case Peter got thirsty. That little addition was surprisingly considerate, but Peter had been in the cell for three days and only fed once.
It had been a normal day. School, homework, patrol. But he'd fallen foul of an ambush. There was a drunk guy (at least he seemed drunk) with a screaming woman, and his spidey sense going crazy didn't change the fact she needed help. She was in danger, or so he had thought, when she shot him with a tranq dart. She must have had friends, though; he'd got seven blocks away before passing out on the roof.
He came round strapped to an examination table. There were a bunch of guys dressed in bright yellow beekeepers outfits, and a creep in a suit and lab coat. Suit had sent the beekeepers out, and gently explained that they were interested in superpowers and he, Peter, had been selected as a test subject. They knew his identity, and had apparently sent Aunt May a hefty check along with a note explaining that Peter was furthering the cause of science, and would be back sometime in a month or so.
Peter nearly had a panic attack at that. Suit promised him they would let him go when they were done with him, but it wasn't reassuring.
Which left Peter setting in his cell, all alone.
These guys weren't utterly stupid. His wrists were clasped together with a really tough metal contraption, and he was wearing an ankle chain of the same metal. Peter had tried everything to break the restraints, but failed. It was also annoying that his suit had been replaced with a hospital smock and matching pants.
Peter huffed to himself. There was nothing to do, but worry. Were these guys telling the truth when they said they'd let him go? Were their experiments going to do anything? Anything good? Bad? Would they kill him? Were they ever going to give him more food? And why was he in such a big room with, like, two dozen blankets?
The only thing stopping him from trying to smash through the wall was the fact his spidey sense was pretty quiet.
There was a buzz. Peter dropped down several feet (he'd been sitting halfway up the wall as usual) and waited while the door rumbled open. "Dinner time?" he asked hopefully.
Two beekeepers entered the cell. "Your presence is required for further testing," Bee One said.
"C'mon, at least gimme a snack," Peter griped.
"The procedure may require intubation," Bee Two intoned. "It would not be safe for you to have anything in your stomach."
"Lucky me," Peter moaned. "Can I maybe skip the procedure and just have food?"
"No," Bee One answered.
"You may accompany us to the lab under your own power, or we will be forced to tranquilize you," Bee Two informed him.
Peter frowned. "Will I be given the opportunity to refuse the procedure when I know what it entails?" he stalled.
"Probably not."
"Definitely not if I tranq you."
Peter grumbled, but got up and followed Bee One out.
The ankle-chain was limiting Peter's movement. After nearly stumbling, prompting a quick burst of spidey sense as Bee Two poked him with the tranq rifle, he turned to his escort.
"C'mon, just take the chain off?" Peter wheedled. "It'll be so much easier."
"For you to kick us in the head and jump on to the ceiling," Bee One pointed out. "No."
Bee Two just poked Peter with the rifle again.
They reached their destination, the lab Peter woke up in. Suit was there, with another Bee (who looked just a little female) and a blond and a redhead in lab coats (now to be known as Blond Labbie and Red Labbie).
"Ah, my dear Peter," Suit said expansively. "Hop up here, please." He patted the bed, which had heavy leather restraints.
Peter glowered, but sat on the bed.
"Now, what we're going to do is inject some serums we've synthesized from your blood," Suit explained. "We're fairly sure they're safe, and we hope they might boost your powers. Sound good?"
"Uh, no, not really," Peter said, a little alarmed.
"That's a pity," Suit frowned. "We were hoping your precognition would give us a warning if anything would harm you."
"My precog- you mean spidey sense?" Peter asked.
"If that's what you call it," Suit agreed. "Of course, if you won't co-operate we'll just have to try everything."
Peter felt cold. "If…if I co-operate, you'll stop if I say so?" he asked falteringly.
"We don't want you to die," Suit shrugged. "Aside from being…unfortunate, we don't want to lose a promising test subject."
"Self-interest; very reliable," Peter quipped. "And you'll feed me?"
"If we have to intube you, you could vomit and choke," Suit informed him. "Again, unfortunate."
"Can you at least let me see your research?" Peter asked.
Suit pushed on his chest, and Peter let him lay him down and change metal restraints for leather. "You made your web fluid yourself, correct? Artificially, not via natural biological process? We'd appreciate your input."
"Thanks."
"Now, let's test that sense. One of the three injections coming up is poison. Try to warn me in time."
"What?!"
"It's just a check. For research purposes…"
AN: New story. Poor Spidey.
This story has a companion, Ultimate Writing Adventure, which is kinds a writing-of story. It will have sort-of spoilers, but no more than a movie trailer.
Regulars will know I'm always updating (or trying to update) my other ongoings, and today brings updates from two Wayne's Boys stories, Jason and the Argonauts and Black and Red, and also Little Bird's Vengeance, which is also an Avengers story.
Please review.
Katara
