Power is in and out so idk if I will be able to even write this or my other rip. Sorry my doods, but snow is strong here XD

Peter was exhausted from his first session. The first one was always the worst after a break, but this time they really stepped it up a notch, injecting a new array of chemicals into him, spouting out new words and sending more electricity through his brain.

Even though he was tired he decided it was best to try and teach Tony a little bit of Russian. It was going very slow as he tried to describe the letters and what sounds to make with them so he decided to go under his bed and break off a tiny piece of the metal. He then shaped it so it was sharp like a tiny knife then scrapped the letters into the wall in a tiny font.

Tony could see the kid was basically falling asleep. He was paler than normal and guessed that without the food he was probably weaker than normal. So when the kid laid down on his metal slab Tony wasn't surprised.

Tony quietly said all the words and letters he had learned, every time he would get to the end of the list Peter would add ten more things then say again.

Eventually Tony got to the end of the list and Peter didn't add anything. He too was tired so he decided to sleep not long after.

~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~

"Peter wake up," A familiar voice said softly above him.

He opened his eyes to see Dr. Smith. She wore the same outfit he had last seen her in and had a slight frown on her face.

"What's going on?" He asked the question was ignored as she motioned for him to sit up.

"The first dose is always hard on your head Peter. How much did you lose? Any holes in recent memory?" She asked.

Peter shook his head, "Forgot about Mr. Stark, but they normally don't start taking whole memories until the fourth or fifth dose."

"They are adding electrocution Peter. You're not stupid you know they will fade quicker."

"Yeah," He mumbled, "But if I lose them I get to forget all the torture from before."

"And you forget me, and the only time in your life that you weren't tortured." She said, her voice becoming more intense, "You're going to need to change some things if you're going to make it out."

Peter rolled his eyes, "There is no way out. There is double the security, double the guards double the doses. You think they are going to let us out of here alive?"

"Peter we both know that soon Tony will build the machine to make you stronger than ever. Then you will be a soldier without any memories or morals. Would you rather be a weapon or dead?" She said.

"The man that's with you. Tony Stark, he's you're key to getting out. If you would stop being a baby for ten seconds and think about an escape plan you could get out of there!"

Peter looked around the room, the bottom his vision becoming blurry from tears.

"I'm scared," He whispered.

"You have the right to be scared Peter," She said softly, "Tony is too, but you need to push past it for know, focus on escape. Send out a signal or break out the walls. Anything is better than sitting on your ass. You can do it, Peter."

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The dream started to fade as the sound of the door opening woke him up. He saw them pulling Tony out of the room. He knew that they would take him soon.

He was right, within ten minutes the doors opened again, cuffed him then moved him down the hall. He started counting the guards.

The brought him to the new room, the walls were white, along with the cupboards, and the coats of the scientist.

"Strap him in," The head doctor said in a thick German accent, "Prep for trial 2 of a mind wipe."

He was pushed into a chair, metal cuffs held him in place, four around his hands and feet, and one around his neck. They moved him back enough that they could place the conductors on various parts of his head.

"Starting drip," Another scientist said, his mind became foggy, but one thing he could still feel was pain.

And there was a lot of pain.

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Tony was forced into the room with the younger girl. She pointed towards a pile of scrap metal and said, "Start."

He obviously wasn't going to work as fast as he normally would. He looked at the blueprints and saw a machine much like the one that his father had created for Steve. There were many small things that were different to accommodate smaller people and today's technology.

This would take him three days tops if he was at the tower building this without being kidnapped. He figured he would stretch it as long as he could while he figured out how to escape.

He starting pulling large pieces of metal out setting up all the tools he would need then motioned towards the girl, "If you help me with this I will be able to build it faster."

She looked towards the guards who gave a little nod then she walked over to Tony.

"What should I do?" She asked, her eyes scanning the various tools.

"Move that metal plate over here please." He said motioning towards a large piece of metal. He watched her confidently walk over to the sheet and try and lift it from the pile. It didn't move much.

He tried to make it seem like it wasn't a test by keeping his head down and his welding tool going.

He watched her little arms struggle to move it even an inch and eventually set the tool down and walked over to help her.

She wasn't enhanced like Peter.

As the day went on he tested her more and more. She was a fast learner but had obviously never built anything like this.

Her reflexes were fast but not to fast. She was able to move as fast as a young skinny girl her age would be able to move. And she was able to keep up with Tony's fast jokes.

She never smiles, but the way her eyes flash up to Tony after he makes a joke, and the way she shakes her head slightly at him, makes him know that there still is a child in there. Just like there is in Peter.

After a few hours, Tony was thrown back into the cell. He decided to not wait for Peter in trying to find a weak spot in the cement with knocking. It proved to not work as well as the thought, but marker the spots he thought were hollow by chipping a small part of it away.

The doors were pushed open one last time, Peter collapsing as it shut behind him.

"Oh god, Peter are you okay?"

Peters tired eyes stared at him for a few seconds, but to Tony, it felt like hours.

His face didn't show any recollection until Tony pointed to himself and said. "It's my kid. Tony."

He nodded and said, "Where are we?"

What is going on?

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