*Assassin/hitman *After End Game * Mentions of Torture *Lots of Minor Character Death *Mentioned Major Character Death *Child Death *Allusions to depression
After Tony's death, he felt lost.
Stopped eating, sleeping, living. Stopped being safe. Stopped paying attention.
He heard them coming. He just didn't care. Stood there as they surrounded him.
Hydra, they called themselves. Said they had a proposition.
He wanted to refuse. They knew his name, where he lived. May, MJ, Ned, Mrs. Stark, and Morgan.
He accepted. It wasn't too bad.
He didn't do as told, he was whipped. Was too slow? Starved. Fought back? Tortured till near death. Failed a mission? Got to sloppy? Was almost seen? Put through training until he dropped, forced fed through a tube while being tied down, only for it to start all over.
Winter Soldier 2.0, they wanted him to be. Winter Spider, they called him.
He was given targets to kill. Politicians, mothers, fathers. Children. Households. No rhyme nor reason.
He stopped counting after 50.
After about 300 or so, they gave him a bigger target. Called the other targets a warm-up.
Was led to a warehouse. Saw two figures with sacks over their head.
May, his aunt, and a little girl who couldn't be older than 5.
Who will live? They asked.
Spider-man used to be a hero of the people, they taunted.
Choose, they demanded.
His aunt was dying from cancer, he knew.
A mercy killing, he cried.
He cried so they killed the girl.
He snapped.
He killed the handlers. The soldiers. The scientists.
A monster, they gurgled, blood leaking from their throats.
He smiled, blood on his pearly whites. Blood staining his clothes, weapons, face and hands.
He basked in the feeling of blood slowly drying and flaking off.
Monster, he agreed.