Chapter 19: Between a Merc and a Hard Place

Surrounded by four walls, a roof and a floor the detained Peter Parker had finally been caught. In the depths of prison 42 with no way out. The compound was a place not unfamiliar due to the fact that he had been there before. During the war when he fought for Tony's side. Back then the Billionaire showed him the 42nd plan to deal with their captives. On that day Peter saw the cells.

Each cell was specifically designed to neutralize and contain the captives in varied ways depending on their abilities. Some people were restrained in chairs, others were bound by fire. It was here that Peter saw the heart of Tony's intent and the difference of their opinions was clear. In a sense being there again was like returning to his own ideals.

In his own cell, Peter could walk but lost the use of his hands because of the cylinder containers that covered his hands and forearms. He had three walls and one mirror which meant he could either look at himself or his neighbor Wade Wilson otherwise known as Deadpool, the Merc with a mouth. This person was always an irritation and the fact that Peter was subjected to the twisted man's sense of humor said something. Still he kept his eyes away from meeting Wade's blank ones.

The thing about Wade was that he had a cartoonish attitude 99 percent of the time. He would spend most of a conversation talking to himself and never tire, especially if the person next to him was someone who didn't like him. Unfortunately Peter was one of those lucky many. Even though Spider-Man had the reputation of a jokester in the past, whenever he was near Wade, his attitude always shifted to a stern one in contrast to Deadpool's antics and references to pop culture.

There was no joking with Wade around because back then Peter was an idealists. Intent of saving everyone while Deadpool killed for money and had no qualms about doing the job. Now he himself was a killer but that didn't mean attitudes changed as well. With both of them imprisoned the only power with value was to hold onto one's own sanity while braving a storm of madness.

The only thing Peter could do is either look at himself or think, provided that Wade didn't break out into a fit of hysteria (which was inevitable).

He tried to lay down but every part of his body still ached, his cuts and scratches were still fresh, especially his chest where the repulsor blast burned his skin. His black eye had not really subsided and the vision from it was a bit blurred. For whatever reason they decided to cut his hair too. All of this told him that he could have been there for a few days. The way his cell was set up resembled an exhibit. The only thing that was peculiar was the gray circle in the center of the floor which was a mystery.

"Y'all gon make me lose my cool, up in here, up in here!" yelled Deadpool. "Great song right? I made a DJ play it at gun point while I killed a mob boss at his daughter's sweet 16 and the cake wasn't bad either until the brain fragments got on it. And that's how I became part zombie."

Peter simply scowled and looked away from Wade's direction and took a seat on his bed.

"You mad brah, don't be like that. I haven't even gotten to my next favorite 49 kills. This next one involves me, a Russian diplomat and a recently used plunger."

And the rambling continued on…

"So Petey P. do you still have that costume? You know, the red and blue one with the design that you copied off of yours truly? Clearly it was a good look but you couldn't have picked nightwatch or something. Not like his look was all that original anyway."

Just then the sound of marching feet came from one side of the hall. The noise stopped when it reached the mirror of Peter's cell. Deadpool slammed his body upon the window which allowed him to look into Peter's cell. "Huh, I ordered room service and yet they get to you first? Clearly there is a bit a favoritism here."

Peter's mirrored image slowly became transparent, this revealed the form of Tony Stark. He stood accompanied by four shield agents, one of them carrying a chair unfolded and placed it behind his boss. Tony wore his navy blue suit with newspapers tucked under his left armpit. He looked directly into his captives eyes. After a moment Tony proceeded to open one of the papers to reveal a front page headline which read "Man to Man" in bold lettering. The picture was of Iron Spider and Ironman trading blows like gladiators on a rooftop printed by the Manhattan Post. Somebody had managed to get that shot before Tony gave him the black eye.

"This article almost paints both us as equals. Two people fighting a battle long decided and comments on the shift of heroism in society. Do you want to see what the bugle put to print?"

Without waiting for Peter's reply Tony folded the first paper in order to unravel the second. On the next paper was an extreme close up as Peter with a particularly swollen face and black-eye. He was being carried away by shield agents. Accompanying the picture were the words in capital letters "INTRODUCING THE SPIDER-BUSTER!" no doubt another name for Tony's new Axis armor.

"Jameson must be throwing the world's longest party. What do you think?"

Neither of the papers or their captions seemed to phase the black-eyed Peter as he sat in his cell. Though he did envision Jonah the happiest he had ever been since the time he saw his son fly off into space for the first time. He would rant about it to everyone he could find even if they didn't want to here it.

Peter got up from his bed and walked to the window which separated himself from Tony and held his positon. Still holding his place he did not break eye contact, he did not have any facial expression. Deadpool was glued to his view as though he was now watching a show on television.

Without warning the spider cocked back his contained and cuffed arms before slamming them into the safety glass. However before he could collide the steel a force sprang into action. Something pulled upon his cuffs with great power, so great that it knocked him off balance and onto the floor in the center of the gray circle within his room.

The Iron Man gave an exhausted exhale. As if the conversation were an animal that he couldn't wrangle in. He may have got the impression that it was a mistake to return so soon.

Again, another facet of the cell revealed the custom attention to detail, all meant to keep him within its confines. He looked is captor in the eye with a still gaze.

"Can you really be this far gone?" asked Tony as he took a seat in his folding chair.

"I told you that I was done talking. And when I get out of here…"

"You're not getting out Peter. Sorry to say but you're property of the US government. You don't leave until we say so"

"When I get out of here I'm going to dismantle this prison"

Stark's body tensed up from the tone of those words. His eyes narrowed as his former student moved into a squat position and attempted to free his arms in vain. Tony simply shook his head and said "Well I'm sure that you'll find that the prison is ready."

"Hey Iron Ass" interrupted Wade after smashing the front of his body to the glass and pressing up against it. "Where is my mask?"

"We talked about this Wade. No therapy, no mask"

"You can't do that, I feel so naked without it. You know what? I think you like seeing me naked and vulnerable. I think I need a rape whistle."

Tony snapped his fingers and in an instant the glass developed a frosty coating and the sound that rang out a moment ago was now mute. With Wade now out of sight it was just Peter and Tony again

"I would apologize for putting you next to Wade but I think that in a crazy way the two of you need to be around each other. We tried to isolate Wade for everyone else's sake but that just made him more erratic. I figured you could handle his brand of crazy. "

"…"

"C'mon Pete, either you talk to me now or it gets worse later. Maybe there is something you want to tell me before I leave? Are you sure that you trust Venom, a killer to hurt people unsupervised in a densely populated area?"

"You employed that killer so… I guess it's still a stalemate."

"It seems so" said Tony as he nodded slowly in understanding of the answer that he received. Peter was captured but he wasn't going to yield so easily. His position hadn't changed at all. The Iron Spider was gone but the one thing Tony couldn't take was Peter's values. Those ideals were now all he had left, hardwired into his mind long before his defeat.

Tony tilted his head down and shook it. Another moment passes by before he uttered words under his breath "I figured as much but hey this will be the last time you see me since I'm so busy you know press releases, damage control, all that good stuff."

He couldn't stand Tony but there was something that he wanted to know. If answered and he got out later it would help him somewhat. How did Tony manage to block his spider-sense? Since he first arrived back in New York these "Spider Jammers" were affecting him and he felt it from time to time. It only hurt when he was on the surface for certain amount of time. Luckily he spent most of his time underground, working on the dimension gate but it seemed so weird to have that device already in place when Spider-Sense was a complicated science.

He could ask but would the billionaire tell him everything and if so could it be trusted?

"How did you block my spider-sense, Tony?

"You should know better than anyone else. I'm a scientist I observe"

A soldier approached Tony with his rifle on his shoulder "Director Stark, you have a call"

"I'm busy"

"It's that personal call, sir"

The man of Iron sucked his teeth and bit his lip. In that instant he was torn as to where he should go and where he wanted to be. Looking at him then you probably couldn't tell which place he needed to be but was made the next second as he turned on his heel for his personal call. He walked with the soldier and disappeared from view.

"Be good Peter" he said before the door closed behind him.

Though he didn't actually answer the question Tony had said enough before Peter blacked out on the roof. He said that New York had a Pest problem. Some event that was so big the city needed to be fitted with anti-spider-sense devices. But Peter hadn't been around in that time so what happened so it was another question for another time.

He just sat on the floor on the magnetized ground waited for time to pass.

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By attempting to strike at the safety glass he discovered another function of his cage. Another limitation tested to define a range of the things he could and could not do but what were the conditions of the magnets activation? After walking toward a white wall he raised his arms again but slowly to not appear hostile and lightly tapped the wall with metal. Nothing happened. He then rammed his shoulder into the same wall and again nothing happened. He was permitted to touch the wall but was this because someone was allowing him to do it or because some program deemed him unthreatening?

The mark on his chest still hurt a bit but still he bared it. After all it was healing but a slight move of his prison shirt revealed that it was going to scar.

On the third try he rushed to the glass in a charging stance like a bull. Before he could even get within two feet of the glass before he felt the intense tug on his arms. The force felt like it almost caused his arms to dislocate as his momentum and the magnet acted upon his body. After about a minute a guard came from down the corridor and slammed on the glass to grab Peter's attention.

"YOU! Stop-trying-to-break-the-glass!" yelled the guard the other side of the glass. "Keep it up I'm going to show you what that attitude gets you. I'm not Iron Man."

"You're right, you're definitely uglier"

After two seconds the guard smiled and walked off to the side with half of his body out of sight. He could hear gears turning slowing around his cell with the end result bringing the glass up and the cell open. More footsteps from down the corridor came bringing the total number of opponents up to four. Each of them looked upon Peter with a sort of craze in their eyes.

"Hey guys, let's just chill out and Miller time." Interjected Wade with a sort of nervous tone. "I mean sure Miller sucks but we could really get anything like a bucket of ice-"

"Shut yur mouth Wilson or yur nex"

"Sorry P-man" said Wade before sliding out of the window view.

The Spider's body tensed up and began to slide into a lying position, for it seemed that he would need his legs. If they got close he could use his feet, which no one went to the trouble of binding but that didn't work out either. One of the guards unleashed a small device and with its emergence a familiar pain thought gone had returned. The guard turned a dial all the way up as Peter's brain felt like a jackhammer.

They encircled their prey with night sticks drawn and struck the spider. First was the legs, taking abuse to the thighs whose pain receptors shot messages to his brain. To remedy this instead of simply taking the punishment one of his legs cocked back and then extended fully. This action propelled one guard out of the cell and into a wall. The remaining guards took this as a challenge and twisted to the bottom section of the handles one their weapons which then surged with electricity and they continued with their punishment until the spider received a hit to the head and all went black.

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Aching pain was all that greeted Peter when he came to. Darkness was everywhere even with his eyes opened. His muscles were sore and wracked with pain on top of the ones he started out with. Cold metal bond his ankles together and bound them to his arms by what could only be magnetism.

He simply laid there with his throbbing skull against the metal floor as the remedy. It felt like there was a pool of liquid which his head rested in. It could have been blood. There were no strange smells so it couldn't be urine.

Here he was, in the belly of Tony's brain child. The prison which gave him his own personal hell. No, this was no hell, the Mimikai planet was a hell run by people. If they wanted to break him it wouldn't happen as long as he focused. At some point someone would slip up. In that time it was clear that a person was in charge of his bonds. And they could control more than just the massive magnet, lights and sound were also factors. When they shocked him they didn't get shocked themselves so they also must have insulated shoes.

Strangely, in the dark he found himself thinking about Venom. Was the alien ever coming back for him? He thought about Felicia and her warm embrace. Even about his recent students, the potential they presented and how interesting it would have been to train them. Then there was Luke, the one responsible for him being there. There were no nice thoughts for the New Avengers leader at that time though he blamed himself for staying. He knew that relations were turning sour but he stayed anyway either because of connections or dedication to the work.

There was a lesson to take from this situation. By fighting his instincts he put himself in a compromising position. Everyone was a whole dimension away and therefore irrelevant but at the very least he was in the heart of this prison, a place he did wish to reach eventually.

Time lost its sense of value in this dimension. Silence was broken when Deadpool decided to end it "Sorry P. things are a little different here. When the big boss is here things are quiet but these guards pretty much run the joint. Before you got here they would pay me regular visits, not a good time to have a healing factor. They might just hate my humor but that couldn't be it."

"Yeah Wade, couldn't be"

"See, you get it. Anyway, I hate those guards. If I was free I would give each of them a shoryouken to the face… but it is my fault I'm here. Aaaand now I do believe it's time for a flashback kiddies."

"Long ago, in time far, far away from my mind there was an epic battle, forcing friends to become frienemies complete with explosions and lasers. I admit that I wasn't myself at that time. My bestest buddy Cable chose to fight against the Iron Regime but I chose the opposite, because I thought it was my chance to finally be the hero ya know, get things right for a change. We were locked in combat straight out of your favorite anime and then I lost my friend and my direction. I came to join team Iron hide but once I showed up they beat me down and threw me in here without a second thought, crazy huh?"

"Actually it might be the sanest thing you've ever said. Minus a few things"

"I know, it's terrible. What will happen to my fan base once this gets out? Unless… there can only be one. Just kidding!"

Eventually Wade stopped talking and the silence took over again. Perhaps he decided to sleep.

The magnet didn't release its arachnid captive for what felt like another hour. The lights were still off however, this gave him no cause to attempt getting up and by then the silence was broken by his rumbling stomach. He ignored it until his eyes grew heavy and clasped shut for a time.

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In prison there is not much deviation, just routine. Much of that routine for Peter involved laying on the ground being beaten if he ever sassed the guards which was second nature to him. Occasionally his cell would be cleaned of the blood and once in a while he would receive a shower or some form of wipe down. His facial hair and however was something that they didn't bother to change. It was obvious that they didn't want to spend too much time around him on the off chance that he would finally attack.

His crew cut was replaced with long thick strands of hair which covered his face if he didn't route it alone the side if his ears, a problem he hadn't had for some time. With his hand encased, it made things more difficult. His muscles didn't get much exercise so they shrank a bit and his body grew sore when he was forced to sleep on the floor by the magnet. On the occasions when he slept on the bed it felt like sleeping on a cloud. When they allowed him to eat, those weren't fun either.

A single set of footsteps traversed down the hallway. As they did the magnet held Peter still. The window rolled up an inch when the guard slid a platter of mush across the floor toward Peter.

"Enjoy dirtbag" said the guard.

The spider inched as close as it could to its food like a grub worm. He attempted to lick it from the plate. It taste like mud with rotten fruit in it but he consumed it none the less. After he was finish he nudged the plate away and laid on the ground. The air in his cell was getting slightly warmer and he needed to go to the bathroom though it wasn't like he could aim if he was free of the magnet anyway.

"I need to go to the bathroom" called Peter. His voice however was the only thing to reply back. "Just turn off the magnet for a minute"

Could they even hear him? If they could they just wanted to see him squirm. A sight of the great bald and beaten Spider-Man soiled by his own waste seems like a petty victory not beyond them. Still he called out to them again and still nothing.

The magnet shut off, freeing his arms and legs. Peter quickly rolled over to his knees and picked himself up and hopped over to the toilet and situated his body. There was the thought of a new attendee at the controls for this bathroom break to happen. If any of the men that beat him up were there he was certain they would leave him the stew in his own waste. His muscles were sore from the beating and lack of use but he pulled himself together in front of the toilet. The stream exited his body, bringing quick relief.

Once he was done Peter adjusted his pants before the magnet became active again. He didn't fight the gravity of the situation, he just waited a little longer.

The door at the far end of the hall slid allowing a new group of footsteps to walk in. Just as the other visitors before these footsteps stopped right at Peter's cell.

Wade walked into view of the window to catch the sight, scratching his head before saying "I'm beginning to think that this story isn't about me!"

Maria Hill stood tall with four guards in toe. She looked down on her defeated captive, on the floor in a fettle position with dry mush on his face. The magnet turned off, allowing Hill's men to approach with a needle. The fine prick pierced his skin to the blood beneath and soon after he felt oddly tired, not sleepy but exhausted.

Two of the men picked him up by his shoulders, placed a bag over his head and dragged him along with Maria leading the way. "What did she want from him?" he thought. He wanted to pull himself up but he couldn't muster the strength for some reason. They exited his cell block and into another area. Maria's voice "Put him in room one, I'll be there shortly."

Peter was dropped onto what felt like a metal stool and his bag removed. The sting of fluorescent light invaded his cornea.

"I can handle this one."

"Yes Ma'am"

Peter sat on a metal stool in front of a cold metal table surrounded by darkness except for the one dim light shining down on the table underneath it. The atmosphere was something straight out of a James Bond movie but the air was better than his cell so he couldn't help but breathe a little deeper. Maria looked him over and rose the corner of her top lip.

Peter just looked onto the wall opposite of him as if Maria wasn't in the room at all. She didn't sit down but instead leaned in over the table and said "Not so smug anymore are you?"

The spider was still gauged with the same spot on the wall as if transfixed by it and why not? It was only new thing he had seen in a while. When Maria noticed that she didn't have her captive's attention she slammed on the desk with her open hands causing the table and Peter's head to jolt slightly. He repositioned his head to look at her face.

This was the woman who spearheaded the hunt for superheroes. If Peter hated Tony, he really despised Maria. It was her who utilized the thunderbolts as acting director of Shield after Nick Fury disappeared. Most likely it was her who sent the villains Jack O'Lantarn and the Jester after him. Those two would have killed him if the Punisher had not appeared and sent bullets to invade their skulls.

"Did you want something?" said Peter

"I see you still have a bit of nerve left I see, that's just fine."

"You'd be surprised at what I could do"

"I'm more interested in what you're going to do, tell me where Luke's base is"

A light flicked on in Peter's mind, a train of thought which split off into different questions.

"Why does that matter? He made a deal with you didn't he?

"He did but I don't make deals with criminals. If anything he bought himself a little time."

"No thanks." Said Peter flatly

"It wasn't a question"

"And yet the answer is still no"

"Fine smart ass. If you want to play this game, let's play"

Noises emitted from a spider jammer ricocheted off of the walls causing his head the pound. At the same time Maria picked up a hammer, much like Thor's Mjolnir this one had surged with a charge of electricity. It must been the hammer that the android Thor used a year ago. She took it in hand and gently pushed it against Peter's chest, allowing the charge to assault his body.

"How many does he have with him? How many children?"

Hill pulled the hammer away from the spider's skin and watched his limbs jerk "Hope you went to the bathroom or this is going to get uncomfortable."

"It's ok, I'll just aim high"

Hill just gave a smile and rubbed the back of her neck as she backed away from the table to regather herself. Peter could tell that she was somehow expecting different. The hammer was whining with charged energy again, sparking small jolts of electricity. She stepped forward quickly and jagged the hammer at peter again. And again and again.

"You seem to think that there is some sort of honor in what you're doing" said Hill as she took a step back. "You also seem to think that you are safe but this isn't US soil, we can do whatever we want to you."

"Then stop talking about it"

Maria looked at her captive with scorn and the hammer charged up again and she raised it. A discharge of lightning broke out and invaded the spider's body. With his mouth clenched shut he bared the pain as it continued. Hill will do her best to take his dignity as she needed to break him. Her eyes squinted at the flashes of light as she gave it more power until he yelled in a stuttering fashion.

When the power stopped flowing, Peter's body smoked as though he recently emerged from an oven. His head went limp without the neck muscles to support it. Hill starred at her captive and then the buzzing hammer in her grasp. When he didn't move she held her position for fear that he might miraculously make a sudden recovery but that didn't happen. His chest didn't much as move.

"I need help here!"

Two agents forced their way into the room and inspected Peter's body to find that his heart stopped.

"Ma'am, the hammer" said the subordinate with his hand out to receive the false Mjolnir. He lowered the charge from the weapon and thrust it into Peter's chest to breathe life back into his body. He groaned in pain, struggling to regain a steady balance.

Gasping to life the spider took in the air like a vacuum and let out several coughs. The shield agent passed the hammer back to his boss and exited the room.

"Still with us Mister Parker" mocked Maria.

"(cough) (cough) sorry you must have bored me to death"

"I see. You're no better than scum you used to put away in prisons like these."

"And yet, from where I stand you look plenty dirty yourself…"

"Where is the base? How is Strange hiding them? HOW MANY DO THEY HAVE!"

She threatened him on last time with the hammer before putting it down on the floor before drawing her knife. It was a smooth blade at least three inches long, double-sided. She pointed it in his face, looking for her scare tactics to reveal something and though Peter could barely keep his eyes open he did not look away. Was she really prepared to mutilate him in the name of justice? Did Tony know what was happening here or did he not care?

Maria danced the blade just above his skin and inched closer to the left forearm until it was pressed up against the muscle. She pushed the edge into him gently s slowly pulled it slowly, undoing his protective layers of skin. While she did this she gauged his brown eyes as the warm blood flowed outward to cold steel.

"Alright fine. I'll tell you the truth"

She lifted the edge from him and awaited his answer.

"Your haircut makes you look like a teenage boy"

In a hot fit of rage Maria jammed the knife into left forearm at least half way. He strained and let out slight whimper and breathed rapidly to regain control of himself and gave a humorous laugh. The laugh grew to chuckles and then borderline maniacal. It was all he could do in a hole with no hope at all.

"Are you done?"

He was not bending to her will. In fact it was the opposite, he was feeding off her and then it hit. He was a man with nothing, no ties to anyone nothing but his anger to feed his resolve. She would not break him today but perhaps soon in some form. She needed to regain her focus. His laughter have made her undone, compromised even. She needed time, time made him a new person and in the negative zone there was plenty of it to change the course of his thoughts or perhaps read them?

Hill grimaced and finally said "get him out of here…"

The two agents returned to the room and placed a black bag over Peter's head and dragging him back down the hall to with his arm poorly bandaged. He could feel the cut leaking blood cause him to feel disoriented and a little cold. He was positive that Maria had avoided anything major to keep him from blooding out bit still his brain received constant signals concerning how bad the damage was. He attempted to endure when his escorts were stopped by some obstruction in their way their path. By looking out Peter could see the faint outline of a woman in what he thought was a lab coat.

"The doctor has requested Mister Parker be brought to the med bay for treatment" Said the woman with a British accent.

"He doesn't need treatment" retorted one of the guards.

"My superior insists, please right this way gentlemen"

In a different direction they walked until they reached the new location.

"Please remove Mister Parker's bag, he won't be needing it. As for you two, you are excused.

"We can't allow…"

"You are excused" she persisted.

Regrettably the two exited the room Leaving Peter still chained by the arms and legs sitting in a chair next to the female doctor's work bench. She had blue eyes with blond hair tied up in a bun. The two of them were the only individuals in the room, a sterile environment. It was clean and organized the way that the instruments were laid out in front of her including a clipboard. Several other people in lab coats made their rounds while at the same time looking at Peter like a thing.

She took up a pair of scissors, proceeded to cut the fresh and sloppy bandages. When she did the More of Peter's blood flowed out causing him to feel cold. She swabbed the wound with peroxide and sucked her teeth. "I'm going to need to sew this shut. They probably counted on your healing ability to fix the problem. How do you feel?"

"It hurts when I make a fist" said Peter. "Who is your boss?"

"Do you feel light headed or cold?"

"It's Reed isn't it?"

The doctor gave no answer to Peter's guess as she readied the needle and thread but she did look over to a window on the far side of the room. Was he there? Watching like some innocent observer? The last things Peter heard from Sue was that he had been a recluse, dedicated to his work, leaving LMD replica's to save the world in place of the Fantastic Four. He had set a trap for anyone trying to reach the prison to begin with and he had Johnny Storm imprisoned somewhere in there.

It was quite the eventful day between Hill's interrogation, losing consciousness, his bleeding arm and Reed's supposed generosity. All of this after the time locked in his cell, trapped in a hole next to a killer with the worst case of ADD in the multiverse.

The woman ran the needle through Peter's skin, just at the lip of the cut. It dived in, passed tissue to emerge on the opposite side. The string brought torn flesh back together in a tight union. As she mended the wound Peter's eyes wondered the room. His teeth bit into his bottom lip which bore little relief. Laughing at Hill seemed to be effective at distracting him. But eventually something caught his eyes, a chamber not unlike his own cell three thick slabs of solid wall with viewing glass window pane. If he focused on the glass he could see abrasions on it from the other side.

Gently she wiped away the blood front his arm and wrapped it up with fresh bandages gently with her small hands. With the cut neatly tucked away and his blood covered bandages in a pile she reached for the clipboard and pen. She took notes down on the paper and looked back at him periodically.

It occurred to him that another person who could have developed the Spider Jammer was Reed if not with the help of someone else.

"We're all done Mister Parker. I will call your escorts to take you back to your room."

He sat in his chair without anything to say as the Agents returned to take Peter with the black bag to place over his head. He could have said something but chose not to and was walked back to his cell with Deadpool to welcome him back.

They threw the spider back into his prison and watched the glass close behind him. Deadpool eagerly awaited his appointed buddy's return by pretending to write on the wall.

"While you were gone I got an idea. Since we're locked up we already have a rep. We should start working on a mixtape, DP & Spidey. I get top billing of course and look, I already got four bars."

"Doesn't matter what they do I'm still gonna heal

On the way out I'll show'em the reel steel.

Pun intended cause my pal is wolverine

like Hugh Jackman but shorter by two feet."

"Fresh Napalm anyone? Their gonna need rescue crews cause I just wrecked the set!"

Peter shook his head and proceeded to his bed half expecting the large magnet to activate and drag him across the floor. It didn't happen. A moment of laying on the springs and it felt like a dull spikes but that didn't last long. Slowly he could feel his arms as they were pulled upon, which rolled him out of bed and onto his stomach. Pain echoed from his stitches which tore partially.

There would be no time to rest here because there was no quarter given. Here he was reduced to an animal in a super max prison. Even the use of his hands were denied to him, a reasonable response but the cylinders which encapsulated his hands and forearms seemed primitive in nature. The guards used force and cruelty to torture him and Maria Hill tried to benefit from such actions. There was no doubt that she would call for him again and until then there was only more time for her to plan.

There were some silver linings though, like the chamber in the med bay. Reed decided to provide some help but for a reason he didn't know but only after so much time passed. All that he had left was his mind and even that was at risk by the mad rantings of Wade. He just laid there on the ground and decided to fall asleep right and let his nightmares take him away.

After that, more routine had taken place but reception had gotten a bit colder if you can believe that. His food rations were actually getting smaller, making him dehydrated. The lights in the room were also off mostly and communication with Wade was stopped when they covered the window between the two cells. They were really trying hard to break him now. Without nourishment his vision was beginning to betray him. Figures and objects were phasing in and out. Specters of his past came to him, people he had met over time.

There were no voices just images of them, hanging on the edge of his peripheral vision.

From time to time He could hear banging noises in Wade's cell. Erratic yelling from time to time like "Damn you for every beating, every torture! When I get my sword I will make soup from your sliced intestines!"

Peter curled into a corner and faced the wall for hours at a time. It gave him some time to recover when the lights turned on but eventually something happened. A voice called out to him from the dark, a familiar voice and then the lights switched on. They invaded his pupils, forcing him to black some lights with his cylinder arms.

"Hey Spider-Man" called the voice for the far side of the cell. It sounded familiar. A tone etched in the back of his mind. But he didn't move, he had denied himself the visual confirmation at least to dispel any possible illusion.

"You're going to hurt my feelings if you keep this up. You would think killing your wife would give me bonus points."

A cold chill came over his body as his eyelids opened and his pupils focused. Slowly his head turned around and then his torso until he was completely facing the opposite direction to face a man in a purple overcoat. He leaned against the glass with a sly smirk. Still, Peter was thinking that his mind was too far gone but the real confirmation came when Wade joined it with "Whoa dude, tone down the purple. I never wanted to see in grayscale so bad"

He hadn't gone mad if Wade could see it too. After that he was sure of what he saw there was a sound. The sound of something which banged against metal. His stingers had attempted to fully extend but couldn't pierce the cylinders. He was really there on the other side of the glass, the last person he wanted to see alive. With weak fatigued legs Peter stood up, gritting his teeth and baring thing with quivering chapped lips.

"Aww don't get bent out of shape I just wanted to see a broken man in his natural habitat" mocked Devin as he turned on his heel and left. "I'll be seeing you real soon."

As Devin strode away into the distance Peter sat stunned. Did Hill know about their history? Was Devin simply transferred there? Or did Hill decide to take a shortcut to get what she wanted? Whatever the reason this action was a mistake on their part, another to add to the list.