-Peter's P.O.V-
It really hurt.
-Natasha's P.O.V-
If Natasha had and of her bobby pins in her hair she would have broken out long ago, and kicked Zemo's ass. She knew that Peter was more than capable of kicking the guards' and Zemo's ass, but there was that fucking whistle.
Natasha had tried, oh how she had tried to talk some sense into Peter like the others had, but he didn't hear them. He didn't listen or pay attention, and Natasha knew how that was. To feel so centered in on the mission that you were given that you that you didn't focus on anything else. Like it was just you and your mission.
You and your prey.
Natasha knew what Peter was going to do before it happened. She saw the fight in his eyes turn into steely resolve as he whispered the apology, and turned the knife on himself. She watched with hitched breath as her Маленький паук sliced himself from the right shoulder all the way to the left side of his hip.
Someone had screamed. Natasha had felt the pure agony the rolled off Wanda and she cried out in anguish. She heard everyone's yells of horror, and saw the disbelieving look in Bucky's wide eyes. She froze. This wasn't real. This couldn't have happened. Peter wouldn't kill himself just to stop himself, would he? Natasha despised how unsure she was.
She zeroed in on Peter's falling body, having to hold back a flinch at the thump it made when it hit the floor. The uniform was already soaking in blood, and the hood had slipped off of his head when he hit the ground to show his messy hair. The stench of blood stung Natasha's nose, and she tugged sharply at her bonds.
That was her Маленький паук. He wasn't allowed to die like this in this place. He wasn't allowed to die right in front of his family as they did nothing. As the were helpless to do anything.
He wasn't allowed to die, period.
Her team shouted. The broken chorus of 'Peter!', 'No!', and 'kid!' filling the air as Peter didn't move. He was going to die if he didn't get medical attention soon. She could hear everyone struggle to reach out to Peter- their Peter as he bled out.
Cruel laughter filled the air, making Natasha look at Zemo, the source of the laughter, "Oh, that was a surprise. He's never done something like that before."
Natasha darted her eyes over to Bucky. He was pale, breaths coming out in gasps as he just stared with wide eyes at Peter. His gaze was lost, as if he wasn't in the room anymore. His nostrils were flaring in the attempt to get air into his lungs. Natasha had no idea what could be going through his mind. In all honesty, she wasn't sure if she even wanted to know what was going on in his mind.
Natasha turned her sharp gaze back to Zemo as he started to speak to one of the guards, "Make sure you get one of the scientists to make a note of what The Wolf Spider did. We're going to need to make sure we get all of the subject's flaws in before an attempt on making another."
There was a growl, and Natasha knew it was Sam as he spoke up, "Another?" His breathy voice was all Natasha needed to hear to know he was still in shock.
Zemo alum on his heels as he typed in his phone and walked in their direction, "Oh yes. A specimen as great as The Spider here… we would have to be fools to not take a chance in making more."
"He isn't a specimen," Bruce growled. His face was green, but for some reason he wasn't Hulking out. That was something she'd have to ask about. "He's a human being, not just some experiment for you to poke and prod."
"Ah- that's where you are incorrect, Dr. Banner. Once his parents sold him to us, all The Spider became was something for us to… 'Poke and Prod' as you put it."
"His parents sold…" Tony started, but trailed off in disbelief as he shook his head. The inventor's eyes trailed back to Peter and Natasha noticed as Tony's jaw clenched and his fists curled into tight balls.
"Indeed they did. A great donation to science it was. We paid a fine price for him," Zemo sent a disgusted look to Peter as he tucked his phone back into his pocket. "Shame he had to go and kill himself."
Natasha sharply tuned her head when she heard the sudden movement of chains. His cheeks had taken on a furious red tint. "Do not talk about him like that," He seethed through his teeth, "Don't you dare talk about him like that."
"Or what, Soldier?" Zemo teased with a smirk on his face, "You can't do anything but watch, Soldier. You couldn't do anything as we messed with you, couldn't do anything as we messed with the Spider, can't do anything as he bleeds out right in front of you, won't be able to do anything but watch as we kill every single one of your teammates slowly and painfully before we turn to you. Just so you can go through the experience of being broken into again, and this time no one will be able to save you as you-"
Natasha turned her head to protect herself as best as she could from the explosion as the door. The metal door clanged to the ground. Electricity danced across the top of it before disappearing. "Now, I wouldn't be to sure about that," A deep, accented voice said.
Natasha could have giggled in relief when she looked up from the fallen door. There stood Thor. In front of him Fenris, shifted into a huge wolfish form that growled menacingly, and stood like it was one signal away from attacking. Thor was flanked by a glowering Loki, and a masked Black Panther. Directly behind Thor, and levitating a few feet above the ground, was Vision. It looked like all of them had already started been in a fight, and if Natasha focused her hearing, she could hear the sounds of battle from the other side of the door.
Zemo's face twisted into one of anger as he raised his gun and hot it at the group. A mist of green stopped the bullet before it hit Thor in his good eye. Loki sighed, "Really?" With a small flick of his wrist, the bullet killed three of the guards- instantly killing them. There were two more guards, which Fenris immediately leapt to take care of. T'Challa went to go against Zemo with Fenris as Thor and Vision ran over to the chained Avengers to free them. Loki went to crouch by Peter, and scanned over him with a worried look.
The trickster God pursed his lips, and put his hands over Peter's wounds as he started to whisper in what must have been Asgardian.
"Are you alright, Natasha?" Thor asked as he raised his ax to break the chains. Once she was free, Natasha nodded her head in thanks to Thor as she rubbed her slightly raw wrists. She ran over to Peter.
"What did you do?" Natasha asked Loki. Not in an accusing type of way, but there was no more blood pooling out of on the floor.
"There are many things that are injured," Loki answered, taking his hands off of Peter's chest, "I could not fix all of them, but I did fix the major things. Mainly the fact that he managed to cut open one of his lungs, making blood start to leak in, and causing him to almost drown. I fixed that issue. I also stitched up an major cuts, but he has still lost much of his blood. We need to take him somewhere where we can heal him up completely."
"The Jet we took here has blood bags that we can set up for him," T'Challa said, voice full of concern. Even with his mask still on, Natasha could still tell he was concerned.
"Alright, then let's head to the Jet," Steve said, Bucky's flesh hand gripped in his in what Natasha knows is reassuring and grounding for the both of them. He looked at the group, then back at Peter, "Let's head home."
AN: It's two in the morning, my hair is blue, and I really like this chapter.
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