A/N: Thanks for the wonderful reviews!

Cold.

So cold.

That was how the world was to him.

Cold.

He didn't know how long he had been there. It could have been hours. It could have been weeks, he didn't know. All he knew was pain, both physical and emotional. But only one of those truly hurt him. He had lost himself in the pain of losing everything. His friends and his family would no longer trust him. And he didn't deserve their trust. Not now.

But Octavious had taken more than that, he had taken Spider-man from him. Even after marring his identity forever, that wasn't enough. He had taken his arm and his eye, preventing him from ever swinging from webs again.

Something made a sound nearby, and he forced his tear-soaked eyes open. Six people where standing on the other side of the energy door. Though what remained of his vision was marred by tear residue, he could make out the two figures, who stood at the forefront of the group. One wore blue and red, and had a muscular male build. The other wore similar colours, but had a much more effeminate form.

"Up," the male voice said without mercy as the energy door dissolved into nothingness. Peter paid him no attention, instead choosing to remain lying on the small cot, even as four armoured guards entered the room. "Now."

"Piss off," Peter snapped at the man, only to receive a sharp blow to the stomach with a baton. More strikes followed, covering the back of his head and torso, forcing him off the bed and onto the concrete floor. Strong arms wrapped around his torso and lifted him into the air. That was when he began to fight back. He brought his foot down on a guard's knee, shattering it. He followed the blow up by slamming his fist into another's chest. Kicking out with his foot, he spun around and cocked his left arm back before dealing a mighty punch to the remaining guard's shoulder. The blow never came close to hitting, as the stumped limb would never reach the man's body. Something hit him from behind, sending him down to the ground as a powerful hand grabbed his good arm.

"Up," the man's voice repeated as he dragged Peter out of the room. Completely devoid of any and all resistance, Peter let him. He watched as he was pulled past sneering faces behind bars. Some of whom seemed familiar, others not. But still, they sneered and hurled insults towards him as he was dragged along the damp hallway. After a series of turns his momentum came to a brief halt. He heard a door being pushed open, and then he felt himself being thrown through it and onto a chair. A bright light filled what remained of his vision as someone cuffed his hand to the table.

"Peter Benjamin Parker," the man, who Peter knew as Captain America, said coldly as he sat down across from him. "Goes by the name of Spider-man. Former member of the Avengers and Freedom Foundation. Wanted for six murders and dozens of assault charges. Just so you know why you're here."

"I know why I'm here Captain," Peter shot back as he gazed at the Avenger, who he had once worshipped as his idol. "I'm here because you betrayed me."

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Mary-Jane Watson

A knock on her door startled her slightly, bringing her out of the stupor she had been in while watching the recap of the news. Shaking herself, she walked to her apartment door. Keeping the chain locked in place, she opened the door an inch to see who was on the other side.

"I need someone to talk to," May Parker, Peter's Aunt said from where she stood. MJ could see the dried tear streaks on her face, and with a nod, unclasped the lock and let her inside.

"Mrs Parker," MJ said as the aged woman entered the foyer. "I know, I should have called you. I wanted to call you... but I've..."

"Has he called you?" May said softly, with a slight sniffle. "Has Peter called you since last night? Have you seen him?"

"I haven't seen him in a month," MJ replied as she led May to the couch, clearing away the garbage that lined the sofa. "He's been increasingly distant over the past few months."

"I noticed," May half-sobbed. "He...he would have called you first if anything happened..if he could."

"He's in a lot of trouble, May," MJ said as she placed a hand on the woman's shoulder. "I'm not sure he'll be able to call. But look," She said as she looked the woman in her eyes. "I've been in contact with a friend of Peter's in the NYPD. She says he's been distant to her too, and is trying to find out why."

"Has she-" May began.

"No," MJ cut in with sympathy. "Nothing concrete yet. But I'll tell you g she tells me, deal? I was actually going to meet with her tomorrow."

"I..." May stuttered, "please...please do that. I just wish he...he could afford a lawyer. They'll kill him in a courtroom if he self-represents."

"I know May," MJ said, "I know. But there's nothing we can do about that. All we can do is pray." MJ continued in a soft tone, "is there anything I can do for you?"

"Can...can you drive me to their headquarters?" May asked softly, "maybe they'll let me see him, at the very least."

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"He's not cracking," Captain America said as he walked into the room. Carol nodded her head in response. He's always been a tough nut to crack, she thought as she stared through the one-way glass, shifting her arm in it's sling. On the other side, the convicted Spider-man sat, staring right back at her. Carol knew he was smart enough to know that someone was on the other side of the glass. Hell, he was smart enough to take out the three of us, she thought as she glanced over at the only other person in the room besides her and Steve.

"Polygraph show's he's either not lying," Jessica Drew, also known as Spider-woman said with a sigh, "or he's able to fool the system. Either one doesn't sound good. What do you think, Cap?"

"That man launched grenades my way," the first Avenger said with a slight shrug. "He stole and warped Stark's technology. Not to mention the murders and assaults. But..." He sighed as he paced the length of the room, "people don't change as much as he did. He's saved to many people for me to just ignore."

"He also doesn't like you very much today," Carol quipped as she placed her hand against the glass.

"He accused me of betraying him," Steve said as he mimicked her action. "If what I wrestled out of him is true, than he's got a lot of right to do so."

"And if not?" Jessica asked nervously.

"The president wants us to make an example of him," he sighed heavily, "public trial. Unmasking and life in prison in the raft."

"Do you think he's telling the truth?" Jessica asked nervously as she tapped her fingers across the table.

"I don't know," he replied as he glanced towards Carol. "You want to go in for round two? Maybe he'll talk to you more than me." Carol dropped her shoulders as she turned towards the door. She pushed the first on that led to the barren hall of the Hellicarrier. Two armed agents where posted outside the second door. They saluted her as she twisted the handle to open it.

Inside was a scowling Spider-man, who turned his remaining eye on her.

"Captain Marvel," he said, almost as an insult to her. His tone shocked her slightly, as the man who had been her teammate usually reserved the tone he was currently using for the worst of criminals. "Rogers ashamed to come back in?"

"He doesn't know what to think," Carol replied calmly as she sat across from him. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't help but stare at his two blatantly obvious injuries. "He says you think we turned our backs on you."

"That's an understatement," Spider-man snapped bitterly, snapping his arm forward, only to be stopped by the handcuff. She looked down at the metallic restraint, feeling a pang in her heart. To her, it seemed unfair for him to have his only appendage restrained. But she also knew protocol when it came to an interrogation, and she knew she couldn't break the rules. Not even for him.

"Maybe you can elaborate," Carol said calmly as she shifted her bandaged arm so it was more comfortable for herself. But she immediately realized her mistake. It was her left arm that was broken, and from the reaction she saw on his face, the motion served as a painful reminder of his own missing limb. "I didn't mean t-" she began.

"Fuck off bitch," he spat while flipping his middle finger upwards at her. If she had been shocked with his tone before, now she was completely blown away. She had never heard the friendly neighbourhood hero speak those words.

"Look," she said in a firmer tone as she leaned forward. "I'm not gonna know what happened to you until you tell me. And I can't help you until I know everything, Spider-man."

"You wanna know what happened?" he growled as he leaned forward, bringing his head close to hers.

"I do," she replied, "I want to help you."

"YOU TURNED YOUR BACKS ON ME WHEN I NEEDED YOUR HELP!" He shouted as he slammed his hand down on the metal table, denting it and making her jump as the handcuff's chain snapped and he stood up. The two guards rushed inside and attempted to restrain him, to no avail. They brought their batons to bear, only to be slammed into the wall by a flailing fist. One of the guards tried to get to his feet, only to be kicked in the face as Carol watched, not truly believing the actions of her former teammate. She remained motionless as Steve burst into the room and caught Spider-man with a tazer to the neck. And even as he fell to the ground, writhing with muscle spasms, he still shouted "Traitors! It was him! It was Otto!" His hollering continued even as he was forced out of the room by the two guards. "Not me!"

"This isn't looking good," Steve said as he holstered the stun weapon. "That outburst plus the charges?Fury will want his head, or council will have Fury strung out."

"Well let's make sure we've got all the facts," Carol said as she finally stood up from her seat. "I don't know if I'm entirely convinced he's lying. I think he just needs time to calm down."

"Well I just got off the phone with Fury. He's got until Thursday to prove his innocence," Steve said as he placed a heavy hand on her shoulder. His expression spoke volumes about how hopeless this situation was.

"Thursday?" she half-snapped with surprise in her voice. "Cap, that's not enough time to gather any evidence-"

"Carol, there's plenty of evidence," he said with a defeated sigh. "And it's all pointing against him. Put that together with his refusal to co-operate and look at it from Fury's point of view. He's got to make a show of Parker's trial, otherwise the entire public will turn against us. Some are already calling for execution."

"They can't do that!" Carol snapped as she pulled away from the Captain.

"He's killed six people already," Steve replied as he paced the length of the room. "The very least he'll get is life in prison."

"Thats-" she began to say

"Carol," Steve said firmly as he looked at her. "Don't let your personal feelings get in the way of your common sense!"

"Personal feelings?" Carol shouted as she stared him down. "This isn't about personal feelings, Steve. This is about right and wrong. Yeah, maybe that really was him that killed those people. Or maybe it was a Skrull. Or mind control. Or a shape-shifter." She finished as she stormed out of the room and down the halls of the Hellicarrier, not caring about the fact that she was being followed.

"Carol!" Jessica shouted as she sprinted after her. "Carol, I wanna talk to you."

"What?" she replied with a snap as she turned around to face the raven-haired arachnid.

"Cap's not trying to condemn him," Jessica said in a friendly tone. "He's just being a realist. As soon as you show him some quality evidence, and he'll move mountains if you ask him."

"I just can't believe he'd so readily leave him to the wolves," Carol replied as she resumed her brisk pace.

"Cap's just following orders," Jessica replied as she kept pace, brushing a lock of her hair out of her face as she did so.

"Since when has Cap been one to follow orders?" Carol said as they turned a corner. "I mean, there was the whole 'registration' thing. I'm pretty sure Hill ordered him to bring in unregistered heroes. And you remember how that turned out." Never mind that we where on opposite sides then, she thought as they passed a group of agents who where going in the opposite direction.

"I don't think he knows what to do here," Jessica said softly as they ascended a staircase that lead to the deck, where their jet was located. I mean, the closest thing we've ever had to deal with like this was the Skrull invasion, and at least there was proof."

"There's proof out there," Carol said as the two of them ascended the ramp that led into the belly of the jet. "It's just gotta be found first."

"And what if all you find is proof he's lying?"

A/N: Just in case you didn't know Petrol (Peter/Carol) is my 616 OTP, and if anyone can recommend some good fanfics with them, I'd be very greatfull.