Notes: TRIGGER WARNINGOkay, this one is definitely pushing the line on dark!peter so I'm tagging that just in case. I think that seeing someone who had done such an intrusive violating thing to you would definitely cause some to "snap"I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO SAY: I'm in no way endorsing or condoning Peter's actions in this chapter.Tags: mentions of rape, light description of torture, and character death (murder) basically I took Peter, made him ooc, and let him get revenge on Skip Westcott.

"Peter!"

"Stop!"

"Whoa, kid!"

Came multiple voices and exclamations. None of them had even seen Peter like this. It was as if he was on a warpath.

"Take it easy now… you don't need to do this." Steve said to the boy in front of them. It was in vain however, they'd all been webbed in place when Peter had seen the man, a target they'd coerced into an abandoned warehouse that they could get information from him.

The boy who currently had his hands wrapped around the neck of a platinum-haired man, his grip the only thing keeping him up against the wall that he'd just been slammed into.

Peter tilted his head, blank eyes never leaving the man before him. "Don't I?"

"No, Pete, you don't. Whatever is going on right now, we can try and fix. Just put the man down." Tony tried to soothe him, only for it to make Peter tense further.

Peter smirked at the man still in his grip. "You hear that,Skip? They want to try andfixit. Although, they don't know it can't be fixed, but you know all about it, don't you?" He pulled the man they now knew as Skip away from the wall slightly, just to slam him back against it, the man choking out a hoarse cry from behind the web sticking his mouth closed, and the hand strangling him. "Don't you!" The boy snarled.

None of them knew what to do. It was like Peter had been taken over by something.

Peter lowered Skip to the ground, pushing him to his knees. "You remember the "games" you made me play right? How I said over and over again that I didn't want to." He gave a dark smile, teeth glinting. He heard Natasha and Bucky's sharp intakes and knew they'd figured it out.

Peter lifted one hand and webbed Skip to the ground, on his knees with one arm stuck behind his back. "How about we play a game of mine for once, hmm? Wouldn't that be nice?" he said as he roughly grabbed Skip's free arm and bent it painfully behind him. He relished the man's cry.

"What if I dislocate a finger for each time that I cried and begged for you to stop? And what if I broke one of those dislocated fingers for each time that you ignored me and hurt me anyway?"

Ahh, there was the soft gasps from Sam and Bruce. They always were quick on the uptake.

Peter let go with his other hand and yanked Skip's head back, the man frozen in fear.

"What if I cut, dislocate, or broke a part of you for every flinch, scream, nightmare, and panic attack that you left me with?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Peter saw Steve shake his head, the super soldier's eyes full of pain. Next to him, the realisation dawned across Clint's face as well.

He let the arm in his hold fall as he flung Skip's head back, and stalked away from him. "You see, I could easily doverypainful things to you right now… but I don't think you deserve that. You deserve more than I could ever do to you." His voice lowered to a deadly whisper, "Because I'm not the monster that you are. I don't draw out a person's suffering and terror like you did to me."

Peter moved forward and leaned into Skip's space, forcing him to lean back uncomfortably as Peter gripped his throat again.

"I think I'll take something precious from you. After all, you took my innocence from me."

He heard Tony whimper out a "No!" From behind him as the implication of Peter's words finally hit him.

"I'll miss our "games", Einstein!" Peter sneered as he twisted Skip's neck. A sickening crack ringing through the air.

There was no movement from any of them even as the webs started dissolving.

Darkness hanging over them all like a cloud.

Peter's darkest secret had been revealed, but at what cost?