Peter
When Peter closed his eyes he could still see it. His mother's screams as she saw his father's body drop silently to the ground. The way Aunt May tried to escape her bonds and save her sister, crying when the Hydra agent said it was her turn. Uncle Ben's blood almost reaching Peter's shoes. The agents dragging him from the bodies, telling him he was a mutant, a freak, that belonged in their lab.
When he opened them again he was still in his gray cell, the ceiling much to low, the bed half collapsed, a sink with only cold water, and a bucket with a roll of toilet paper. No, not his cell, they had said. Your room.
Peter sighed as he lay down on his bed. It was my fault, he thought. His fault they were dead, and his fault that his 21 victims were dead.
Sure Peter knew that it wasn't really his fault so many were dead. He had been mind controlled after all. But that didn't stop him from seeing their faces when he slept, hear their voices as the pleaded, begged, for mercy. Seeing their blood spill, watching their body fall silently, the way his father's had so many years ago.
Because Peter was still 14, they couldn't use the same methods that they used to brainwash adults. They don't care about their subjects' health, but a damaged mutant is useless. Children could only be brainwashed for short periods of time. That also meant that they remember killing their victims and their painful pasts.
"Subject 3!" a man called. "Training room now."
The thought of disobeying did not even pass through his head. That's how he was trained. Follow orders or be punished. He walked to the training room, back straight, chin up the way they wanted him to. Like some kind of child soldier.
He wondered who he was going to fight. After all, he was the only mutant and this was the last base. There used to be 2 other adults but one was killed and the other a traitor. Every other base had been destroyed by the Avengers. However, the mutants in those bases were killed before the Avengers could save them so they wouldn't give them any information on Hydra.
He went to the mat and assessed the woman in front of him. She was tall, slim, and muscular with short red hair. She looked shocked when she saw him.
"Children? Your using children now?" she asked the Head Scientist. That's what he made Peter call him.
"Why not?" he said with a smirk. "He's an orphan. Worst, a freak. No one cares about him."
He turned to me. "Do you recognize her Subject 3? She's the Black Widow. The Avenger turned assassin." An Avenger. Fear coursed through him, though he didn't let it show. "She was surprisingly easy to catch. Now fight her."
So he did.
He charged at full speed, but she judo flipped him and pressed him down. She did not have his enhanced strength however, so he pushed her back and punched her in the gut. While she recovered, he got her in a headlock. The Widow elbowed him in his stomach, causing him to let go.
The fight continued for exactly 14 minutes and 37 seconds. Peter emerged the winner, though he had a feeling that Agent Romanoff had not tried her hardest, though he couldn't imagine why. His body was a patchwork of bruises, but they would be healed in a few hours.
They took Peter back to his cell were he slept for about half an hour before being pushed to his feet and hauled out the door and into the lab. There going to cut me up again. Peter realized with a sense of dread.
"Subject 3." The Head Scientist said. "We have come up with a marvelous idea for a new ability."
Oh no, thought Peter.
"Venom. We will give you venom and then you will really be like a spider."
Wait venom?
And that's how Peter found himself strapped to a table with the scientist looming over him when alarms started blaring.
"I'll be back soon!" The scientist said a bit too cheerfully. "And you will be the most powerful fourteen year old in the world!"
But the Head Scientist never did come back.
