Peter woke up in a cold sweat. His eyes darted around the small room he was in; a door and four dull grey damp looking walls. He was surprised his hand stung when he wiped the sweat from his forehead. His eyes widened when he saw the state of his hands; they looked like he had stuck them in a fire. What had happened?

Disoriented, he jumped up from the bed and went to open the door, but it was locked. Ignoring the pain from his hands, he put his strength into it, pushing and pulling at the door, but it wouldn't budge. He spent the next ten minutes calling out for someone, but no response came. Peter swore and turned. He didn't realize how thirsty he was until he noticed the sink. He turned on the faucet but barely any water trickled out. For the next minute he held his head under the faucet and drank whatever would come out.

Peter sat on the bed, checking for any more damage to himself. He was surprised that his hands already looked better than they did when he woke up twenty minutes ago, albeit the change was minimal. Whatever had happened to him must have been recent. He had no personal items on him, in fact he wasn't even in his own clothing. His expression changed to alarm when he saw the orange jumpsuit he was wearing. A little patch on the left side said 'Ravencroft #77437.'

He suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe. He couldn't be in Ravencroft Institute. The last thing he could remember was...

"Dad?"

His daughter's voice rang through his ears. That was impossible though; he had been fighting Scarlet, he knew he was going to lose. Everyone around him had been dying and then suddenly... suddenly he had been in a different country. A different time. When he finally found someone who spoke English, he had found out he was in Moscow, Russia. Nearly twenty years in the past, and no idea how he had gotten there. Violet and Andrew had taken the time cube...

The memories came flooding back; flames exploding all around him as he tried to shield his son from the heat. He had, well past him had thrown one of the pumpkin bombs from Harry's glider at them; the little shit.

The black suit he had been in possession of was gone. That had been one of the more peculiar mysteries to him. As soon as he made it back to New York, after weeks of traveling back from Russia without any money, he had wanted to see if his children had found Stryker yet. Instead, he had been greeted by some form of black goo falling out of the sky. It had instantly bonded with him, even imitating his former Spider-Man suit. Peter found he was able to shoot out synthetic black webbing with this new black suit, which he instantly connected with Flash and Eddie. This brought him to another conclusion which he would have to later discuss with Violet and Andrew.

Peter turned his head towards the door as he began to hear two different voices getting closer. He jumped up from his bed and put his back against the wall as he heard the door being unlocked.

One of the guards came in and Peter heard the second guard locking the door behind him. The guard had a crew cut and his name tag read 'Harris.' He looked too young to be in this type of work.

"Why am I here?" Peter glared at him.

Harris narrowed his eyes at him. It didn't seem like a negative gesture to Peter, more like he was simply regarding him or the question. "There were no personal items on you when they discovered you. Name, please."

"Who's they?" he asked, although he already knew the answer. It would be the same people that had taken Harry away to Ravencroft all those years ago.

"Name," the guard repeated.

"Ben Richards," Peter said without missing a beat. "Now why am I here?"

"You were found unconscious at the scene of a crime wearing a black suit that looked similar to Spider-Man's. There was webbing found at the scene, another enhanced human who we have identified as Harry Osborn, and the body of a recently deceased girl. The girl's name was Gwen Stacy, and there was also webbing found on her body. We believe you are either Spider-Man, or you have powers similar to him."

Peter huffed. "Well, you're wrong. I'm not Spider-Man."

"We'll see," the guard shrugged. He had taken out a small notepad and began jotting down notes with his pencil. "As of right now, you're a classified enhanced and/or super human who may have murdered an innocent girl. You are a danger to others and until we rehabilitate you, you will remain here."

"If I am considered dangerous, why are you so comfortable being in here with me without any back up?"

The guard pointed up to a small vent on the ceiling. "You make one wrong move towards me and they will fill this room with an incapacitating agent. I would suggest not causing that to happen because then you lose your free-time privileges."

"Free-time privileges?" Peter repeated skeptically.

"You get one hour every day from noon to one for free-time which you and the other prisoners in the high-security ward will spend in the recreation area. You break something, attempt to harm any of the staff here, fight with other prisoners, or try to escape, you lose that privilege. The amount of time you lose depends on the infraction. There are two days a week where you may have visitors for up to twenty minutes directly after free-time. First meal is at nine in the morning, last meal is at six in the afternoon."

Peter couldn't believe this. How he had managed to get himself locked up was beyond him. "Two meals, huh?"

"It's safer to work with super humans when they're not at their full health. I should also mention our doctor will want to see you sometime this week."

"This is bullshit." Peter stepped forward, the guard's hand twitched towards his gun, but he stopped. "I didn't kill that girl. I shouldn't be here!" he yelled.

"I'm not the one who decides who gets placed here." The guard tapped his knuckle twice against the door and the other guard outside began unlocking it. "My piece of advice for you is to avoid causing trouble."

The guard left, locking the door behind him, leaving people alone in his cell.

"Fuck!" Peter punched the wall, just barely leaving a dent.

There was a sudden static noise, and Peter looked up in the corner, where there was a small camera and speaker. "You have just lost three days of free time."

Peter swore. There had to be some way he could get out of here. He didn't have his web shooters or the black suit anymore. Did anyone even know he was in here? Would Andrew and Violet figure it out? Harry had the place blown up and that's how he escaped...

Peter froze. Was Harry even in here with him? If he was, Peter would be able to use the explosion as an escape, but that wouldn't happen for months. If Harry wasn't in here, he was going to have to depend on his children finding him if he wanted any chance to get out of here.

The day came and went. The food wasn't as bad as he had expected, but it was rather bland. The breakfast was truly awful, though: a bowl of watery grits. He shuddered but eventually ate them knowing that it would be nine hours before he would be able to eat again.

Peter spent the next twenty minutes attempting to fix the sink problem. There were no tools he could work with so he used his hands, which were now practically done healing. He kept tightening and loosening parts of the pipeline under the sink, making sure he avoiding breaking anything, until finally the water pressure was back to normal.

Three days later a new guard had unlocked Peter's cell. He was shorter than Peter, and had a black lampshade mustache. His name tag had read 'Lopez.'

"Show me your hands." Lopez had his gun trained on Peter as if he were a wild animal. He resisted the urge to make a sarcastic comment.

Peter held his hands out in front and flipped them so the guard could see both sides. Lopez grunted something at the other guard waiting outside.

"Get moving, freak," Lopez nodded his head at the open door.

He had to bite his tongue to keep from saying anything. The other guard gestured for Peter to follow him. Lopez stayed behind him the entire time, his gun aimed at Peter's back. The area outside of his cell was circular. Another guard sat in the middle of the room at a round desk that had many buttons, most of them locked and covered. There were eight cell doors: four on each side of the room. Across the room from him, Peter read the names above the cells: 'Osborn', 'Hills', and 'Kasady'. The other cell was blank. On his side of the room, there was another blank cell, one labeled 'Connors' and one 'Sytsevich.'

They passed through two locked doors before coming to the rec room. The guard in front of him, Rhodes, unlocked the door. Lopez jabbed him in the back with his gun and Peter balled up his fists as he walked through the door. Lopez and Rhodes locked the door and left without another word.

Peter was surprised that there were no guards in the room, although he quickly noticed the dome security camera on the ceiling. There was a small couch with a TV in the far corner of the room. A man with red hair was watching some crime show while mumbling to himself and occasionally laughing. Peter instantly recognized Doctor Connors in the other corner of the room that had a small book stand with an armchair. There was a table in the middle of the room with six chairs, Two people were currently sitting there playing checkers: the criminal he had caught trying to steal a truckload of Oscorp chemicals, and another man who Peter assumed was Hills.

Harry was sitting by himself on the floor with his back against the wall next to two arcade games. Peter had recognized the younger Harry immediately, and was surprised that his hair had gone almost back to normal, and his skin no longer had a green tinge to it.

"We have another new one!" Alexsei announced loudly. Neither Harry or Hills looked towards Peter. Connors lowered his book, Chasing the Molecule, and gave Peter a curious look. He gave a small wave, feeling slightly uncomfortable as Connors seemed to be studying him, and sighed in relief as he got a small nod in return.

"Really?" The man with red hair turned in his chair, putting his hands up onto the head rest and kneeling on the cushion. "Why did they bring you here? Rob a bank and kill all the hostages? Kill your family?"

"Kasady, please," Connors set his book down again, "not everyone is as psychotic as you are."

"Come on, Lizard, don't tell me you've never tried to kill anyone before. What did you think would have happened to all those cars you threw off that bridge if that Spider-Man hadn't saved them?" Kasady grinned.

"Lizard man is right! Only person I ever try to kill was Spider-Man. You the only one who is murderer here Kasady," Alexsei said as he took one of Hills' checkers off the board. Peter saw Harry's eyes flicker to Alexsei for a second.

"Thank you for that, Mr. Sytsevich," Connors picked up his book again, "but I'd prefer not to be called Lizard."

"Whatever, 127 hours." Kasady sniffed, going back to his TV show.

Peter just stood there, not sure what to say.

"Come. Sit." Alexsei gestured towards Peter. He sat two seats away from the man, glancing over towards Harry before taking his seat. "What is your name?"

"Oh uh- Ben. Ben Richards," Peter answered.

"We call you Richards, then." Alexsei nodded. "You call me Alexsei," he held out his hand and Peter hesitantly shook it, "only he calls me my last name because no one else pronounce it correctly." Alexsei pointed at Connors, who was getting up from his chair and heading towards their table. Connors took a seat on the opposite side of the table from Peter.

"You like TV?" Alexsei asked Peter. Hills took two of his pieces off the board, which he frowned at.

Peter drew his eyebrows together. "I haven't had much time for that kind of thing lately." There hadn't been much time for anything the last couple years other than finding new places for his family and himself to hide.

"Well, we have two days open you choose. Friday or Saturday." Alexsei began cursing in Russian as Hills won the game.

"Oh... um... what?" Peter looked towards Connors in question.

"What he means is that each of us have our own day to have the TV to ourselves. Granted, it is only an hour and the selection of shows that are on at noon are atrocious, but it's something," Connors explained. "For example, I get Sundays to watch Law & Order: Criminal Intent."

"Monday I watch Baywatch, that Pamela Anderson." Alexsei wiggled his eyebrows and cupped his hands in front of his chest mimicking breasts. Peter snorted and shook his head. "Hills has Wednesday and he watch The Doctors," Alexsei said after a few moments.

"I get Tuesday for Criminal Minds and Thursday for Jerry Springer!" Kasady called from the couch. "And no, you can't have two days!"

"That one's a bit egocentric," Connors said in a low voice as he gestured towards Kasady. "Watch out for him."

"Right," Peter nodded. "So, any idea what's on Friday and Saturday?"

"Friday you get the choices of Cooking Made Easy, Law & Order, Family Feud, or Jerry Springer. For the love of God, please do not choose Jerry Springer," Connors shook his head and gave a look of contempt towards Kasady. "Saturday is America's Funniest Home Videos."

"Did he have a preference?" Peter asked, nodded his head towards Harry.

Connors frowned. "Ah, well, no. Mr. Osborn was brought in three days ago and he hasn't been very vocal. In fact, he hasn't said one word to us."

"We might have another Hills!" Alexsei boomed.

Connors sighed. "Hills had his tongue ripped out." Hills glanced at Peter and then back towards the game he began to set up again.

"So why you no talk to us, Osborn? We are not good enough to talk to?" Alexsei laughed and he spun one of the checkers like a top on the table.

"There's no point," Harry grumbled.

Connors raised his eyebrows.

"He speaks," Alexsei said, "What you mean no point?"

"I just mean that I'm not going to be here long anyways. No point in making friends," he rolled his eyes.

"Did you want to pick which day?" Peter asked him. Harry barely looked at him before shaking his head and staring back down at the floor. "Alright, then I choose Saturday for America's Funniest Home Videos."

"Excellent choice!" Connors smiled, evidently happy that Peter hadn't chosen Jerry Springer.

The rest of the hour went by pretty fast. Peter watched Alexsei and Hills play a couple more games of checkers; Hills won every time. Connors kept giving Peter curious looks, and didn't seem at all fazed when Peter kept catching him staring. Kasady would laugh randomly at the show he was watching, and Harry kept quiet up against the wall. After their hour was up, the guards came to the room and took them back to their rooms two at a time. Kasady and Hills went first, followed by Alexsei and Connors, and finally Harry and Peter.

The next four days were pretty similar. Peter checked out the extremely small section of books that the rec room had, and was disappointed. Harry was still sitting on the same spot he usually sat in, up against the wall. He had been unable to come to the rec room yesterday; the guard that Peter was starting to like, Harris, let him know that Harry had an 'episode.' Which meant the goblin had been out.

Today was Monday and that meant that Baywatch was on. Alexsei sat on the couch, admiring the screen while Hills sat next to him. It seemed that Hills practically followed Alexsei around in whatever he was doing at the time. Kasady was watching the TV from the ground, laying on his stomach with his hands supporting his head. Connors was reading some magazine.

Harry looked much more pale today. Peter ran a hand through his scruffy hair, debating on whether or not to go and talk to him. Boredom and curiosity got the better of him and he stood up from the table, getting another curious glance from Connors, and walked towards where Harry was sitting.

"Mind if I sit here?" Peter asked when Harry looked up at him.

Harry's eyes flickered to the empty table, no doubt questioning why he had left a perfectly good chair to come sit on the floor. "Be my guest," Harry sneered at him.

Peter plopped himself on the ground, several feet from Harry. "So, you're Harry Osborn."

Harry scoffed. "And you're Ben Richards."

"You remembered," Peter grinned.

"There are five other people in this room other than me, two of which I knew about prior to my incarceration. It's not hard to remember a couple names," he sniffed derisively. Peter couldn't help but laugh; he had missed the old, condescending Harry Osborn.

"So why are you in here? Doesn't Oscorp own Ravencroft or something?" Peter asked, pulling at a small loose thread on his sleeve.

Harry tilted his head back against the wall, shutting his eyes and began thrumming his fingers on his arm. "It doesn't matter what I did. I won't be here for long."

"Yeah, you keep saying that. What makes you think you're getting out of here?" Peter asked somewhat challengingly. Harry had been in Ravencroft for months before escaping with Fiers.

Harry opened his eyes, narrowing them, and opened his mouth as if he was about to answer, before a shadow loomed over them. "What are you two whispering about over here?" Kasady asked with a grin on his face.

"Kasady..." Connors warned.

"Just because you've been here the longest doesn't mean you get to order us around, old man." Kasady was messing with something in his hand. "And you," he pointed towards Harry, "what makes him so special you'll talk to him? We've been trying to talk to you for over a week now."

"Not that it's any of your business, but I didn't ask him to come sit over here," Harry shrugged. He shut his eyes and began thrumming his fingers again.

Kasady sniffed. "Watch how you talk to me, Osborn. You might get away talking to everyone else like that, but do it again and I'll make you bleed."

Harry was suddenly on his feet, his eyes blazed green. "Is that a threat?" he growled, his canines sharp and dangerous. Peter jumped up too, slightly positioned between the two.

"Get back," Peter ordered, glaring at Kasady.

"Hell, why wait," Kasady ignored Peter, "it's been too long since I've made someone bleed." Peter saw the object in Kasady's hand; a three-inch long rusty nail. He must have taken it from the couch somehow.

Kasady lunged forward, and without thinking, Peter grabbed the hand that held the nail with one arm and punched Kasady in the chest with his free hand. He flew backwards, knocking over the table.

"You shouldn't have done that." Connors began wiping down his glasses. Alexsei was watching him, but Hills seemed completely uninterested.

Peter looked at him in disbelief. "He was going to hurt someone."

"Your hand," Harry said from behind him. Peter spun around to find Harry and not the goblin. He didn't even feel it until he saw where Harry was staring at; the nail had completely gone through his hand. "Connors is right. You shouldn't have done that."

Peter pulled the nail out just as the door to the room burst open. Four guards came in with their guns drawn; Lopez, Rhodes, Harris, and a guard he hadn't met yet.

"Line up, hand's against the wall, now!" Lopez shouted, pointing at the wall that Peter and Harry were next to. Connors, Alexsei, and Hills prompty did as they were told, lining up next to them against the wall. The unnamed guard stayed by the door as Rhodes checked on the unconscious Kasady.

"Drop your weapon!" Lopez commanded. Peter swore to himself and let go of the rusty nail. He spared a quick glance at Harry as he dropped it, and furrowed his brow as Harry mouthed the word 'sorry' to him. Peter shook his head slightly, it wasn't Harry's fault this happened.

Peter's muscles were suddenly on fire and his entire body stiffened.

"He dropped it already," Harry said in a controlled voice.

The tasers were suddenly off. Peter dodged the butt of Lopez's gun. "You're gonna regret that." Lopez grinned nastily as he cuffed Peter's hands behind him.

The next two weeks were rough, but he'd had worse. Much worse. He was completely confined to his cell, and Lopez made sure he didn't even get his two full meals every day. In fact, the first two days after the incident he had received nothing, which Lopez made sure Peter knew was his fault. Whatever hope that Peter had of this being a legitimate institution died.

After two weeks, Peter was surprised to find Harris unlocking his cell door. He came in with an unreadable expression on his face. It was nearly a minute before either of them spoke.

"When I took this job, I had no idea how crooked most of the people working here were. In fact, my brother in law works here: Rhodes. He used to be one of the funniest, and friendliest people I knew. This place changes people." Harris shook his head, and began digging through his pocket. "Starving people is wrong."

Peter caught the granola bar that was tossed to him. "Thanks," he said uncertainly. He ate the snack quickly in case the guard decided to take it back for any reason.

"Kasady had several broken ribs and a punctured lung from just one punch of yours. He was released a week after the incident, but due to complications he had to have another surgery. Once he is able to go back to his cell, he will also have two weeks of no rec room," Harris informed him.

Peter resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "That guy is insane."

"He is. We're actually discussing him being cut from the rec room entirely, but as of right now he is not." Peter nodded. "Also, you've had two people attempt to visit with you since you've been here."

Peter jerked his head up, "Did they say who?"

"Your children, apparently."

"Why haven't I been able to see them?" Peter furrowed his brow.

The guard walked towards Peter and stuffed the empty granola wrapper into his pocket. "No visitors the first week after admission here, or when you're on lockdown. Since lockdown time is over for you, you can see them today. I let them know the days we allow for visitors."

Peter grinned. "Thank you." Harris didn't comment, but motioned for Peter to follow him. He was going to the rec room.

Hills and Alexsei were already watching The Doctors when he came in. The little chat he had with the guard took a few minutes from the hour he got, but it didn't matter. He was glad to hear the news about Kasady.

"Richards, didn't know you were such madman!" Alexsei laughed as Harris shut the door behind Peter.

Harry and Connors were both sitting at the table quietly reading to themselves. Connors nodded to Peter and Harry set the book down, gesturing towards the arcade games.

"What the hell happened?" Harry asked him as he started up the Jaws-themed pinball machine. Peter took the Pac-Man pinball machine.

Peter shrugged. "I've just been on lockdown for the last two weeks."

The arcade games weren't loud enough to disrupt the television on the other side of the room, but just loud enough to cover their conversation if they talked quietly.

"But you- you knocked Kasady halfway across the room. You really shouldn't have done that," Harry said anxiously.

"I stopped him from hurting anyone," Peter countered. He really didn't understand why it was such a big deal to everyone.

"You have powers," Harry said. It wasn't a question. "The way you hit that guy, there's no way a normal human could do that."

Peter paused. "I do," he admitted. "I figured most people who end up in this section do, though, so why should it matter?"

"The guards, the doctors," Harry paused. "They're going to know now."

Peter huffed out a humorless laugh. "Why do you think I got sent here in the first place? They think they've caught Spider-Man."

"Well, they're wrong," Harry said pausing again, allowing the pinball to fall through the flippers. "Have they brought you to the white room yet?"

"White room?"

"They experiment on people here," Harry lowered his voice to a near whisper. "My... friend, Max, they treated him pretty badly here. Connors has even been there. I've been in there a couple times the last two weeks. It's..." he shook his head. "It's wrong and I don't understand how they could be doing this. Consider yourself lucky you haven't been there yet."

At the mention of experimenting, flashes of Stryker's Island went through Peter's mind. Nobody would get away with hurting his family anymore, and even though Harry didn't know it yet, he was family to Peter.

"You'll get out of here," Peter assured him. "Wasn't that what you told everyone?"

"Yeah, I'm not so sure about that," Harry sighed. "I was kind of counting on my buddy Max to get me out of here, but it's been three weeks already. My uh- business partner is working on some stuff I need taken care of on the outside, but I'm not sure he can get us out of here."

"Us?" Peter raised an eyebrow. There was something different about Harry, and maybe it was just the fact that he didn't actually know who Peter was, but it wasn't until months after escaping Ravencroft that he began showing his humanity again.

"Well, yeah," he rolled his eyes. "You helped me, and you don't even know me. I can't even get my own friends to help me." Harry gave a brief unhumorous laugh.

Peter tried not to let the guilt eat at him from what Harry said to him. He couldn't blame him for being mad about his best friend keeping such a big secret from him, but at the time it was for his own protection. The less people that knew who he was the better.

"So if one of us finds a way, we include the other," Peter said. "Anyone else we want to take with us in our impossible escape mission?"

Harry shook his head. "The only reason I even considered helping you was because of what you did for me. Don't get the wrong impression. I'm not a good person." He started up the pinball machine again.

Peter chose not to comment on that, but he wasn't going to leave Connors behind. Harry had murdered Connors in the original timeline to get to him. A thought suddenly ran through Peter's mind, and he hoped it would work. But before he could get a word out, Connors was calling him over.

"Have you ever read this book?" Connors asked him, holding out a paper cover called Replay.

"Uh- no. Never heard of it." Peter turned the book over, seeing if anything looked familiar before handing it back.

"Ah, yes. This is not a book I would normally read, but with what few choices we have here..." Connors trailed off. "My question for you is how you've done it."

"Done what?" he drew his eyebrows together.

Connors took his glasses off and set them in his lap. "You're obviously not from this time, Peter Parker."

He felt like his heart stopped beating. His head quickly whipped around the room, expecting the others to start shouting questions, but no one was actually paying them any attention. He finally breathed again when he realized this, before glaring back at Connors.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Peter narrowed his eyes.

Connors looked at him in amusement. "Please don't insult my intelligence, Peter. I knew who you were the moment you walked through that door."

"Okay just-" he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling loudly, "stop using my name. How do you know who I am?" he asked in an exasperated voice. The door to the rec room opened at that time, and multiple guards came in to start escorting them back to their cells.

Connors and Alexsei were the first two to leave. Rhodes and Harris took Hills and him next, leaving Harry for last.

"Your two visitors are waiting for you at your cell, Richards." Harris told him as they walked out from the rec room. A feeling of contentment filled him. "You will have twenty minutes and then they will be escorted out."

"Thank you," Peter said.

They rounded the corner, Harris bringing him to one side of the room, while Rhodes brought Hills to his cell on the other side. Violet and Andrew were waiting for him, just as Rhodes said, right outside of his cell next to one of the guards he had yet to speak to. Peter smiled in relief, he wasn't sure if he'd actually see them again.

"Dad!" Violet lit up when she saw him. She practically ran over to him and engulfed him in a hug, which he was surprised the guards allowed.

"Vi," he hugged her back.

"Back up to the cell," Harris said lazily. Violet smiled sheepishly and placed herself back by Andrew, who was staring at the ground.

"Andrew," Peter greeted, unable to contain his smile despite the place they were in. Andrew gave him a weak smile in return, barely able to keep eye contact. Violet leaned up and whispered something to Andrew, giving him a small pat on the arm.

Harris cleared his throat before speaking to Andrew and Violet. "You have twenty minutes with your father. After twenty minutes I will escort you back to the entrance. If you wish, you may visit again on Thursday. Just like the rest of the building, the cells all have cameras. If you feel you are in danger at any time, just signal-"

"What the hell are you doing here!?" Someone growled from across the room, causing Harris to stop speaking. Peter whirled around, seeing Harry in Lopez's grip. Harry was looking straight past Peter, and straight at his son.

"Settle down Osborn, or we will use force." Lopez warned him, although Peter knew Lopez didn't mind using excessive force when he could.

"I'll kill you!" Harry shouted, pulling out of Lopez's grip and coming straight for Andrew. Peter instinctively placed himself in front of his children. Harris fired a stun gun, hitting Harry straight in the chest. He fought against it though and Harry- no, the goblin- grinned maliciously as he was still able to take another step forward. "You both betrayed him and you're going to pay!"

Lopez shot out another stun gun, and Harry went down. Peter was unable to do anything as Lopez brought his baton down on Harry's back. Harris had the cell open, and ushered Andrew, Violet, and Peter into the cell. Peter saw one more time, the usual sneer the goblin saved for him geared towards his son, before Harry went unconscious.