A/N: I've always wondered. How many people actually read Author's notes? BTW you're totally getting another chapter because I can't sleep….and it's 2 am where I am….Happy reading. Not really happy with this chapter but it's definitely needed for the story.

Peter looked up from the dot on his chest as he heard the finger of the person behind the gun touch the trigger. Without a second thought, he jumped sideways, tackling Vanessa in the process. They landed on the ground with a thud.

"Shit!" someone yelled from above them. Looking up, Peter spotted a man in the trees staring down at him. The moment they made eye contact with each other, he jumped down. Lifting a hand, Peter shot a web at the man but missed him as he twisted out the way. Grabbing Vanessa's arm, he hauled her up and started running. The sound of a gunshot could be heard moments later. Peters spidey senses gave him a high hum of warning on his right side. Moving to the left, the humming increased as the feeling of heat passed right by his head before exploding on the tree trunk in front of him.

Vanessa shouted in alarm as she saw the bullet strike the tree. She yanked her arm out of Peters grasp before shoving past him and running ahead. It was at this moment Peter wished he had longer legs. "Hey!" he shouted and Vanessa looked back at him.

"Get out of here! They want you, not me!" She shouted. Peter looked behind him and saw two men running after them. Their feet slamming on the ground in haste as they attempted to gain speed. One had a gun in his hand, stopping to take aim. Not needing to be told twice, Peter shot a web to the sky and watched as it attached to a tree branch.

Using the momentum of the swing, he launched himself into the air. Just as he ventured into the sky a loud snap filled his ears and he felt himself falling. The ground rushed at him, not giving him enough time to shoot off another web. Air escaped his lungs as he hit the ground. Peter opened his mouth to scream as pain grabbed a hold of him and squeezed his stomach, but nothing came out.

The sound of footsteps grew closer before a face appeared above him. The man that stared down at him dropped to his knees and placed two fingers to Peter's neck.

"Is he alive?" another voice asked in a gruff manner.

"Yeah, no thanks to you. What happened? You had the shot."

"I don't know."

"Bullshit," the man above him barked as he stood. Turning he glared at the other man. "You froze when you saw he was a kid," the first man accused.

The second man looked down at Peter. His eyebrows were low over his eyes before he placed his lips between his teeth. "I got a kid around his age," the man admitted.

The first man scoffed. "Get over it." He opened his mouth to speak again, but Peters lungs decided at that moment to start working again, causing him to gulp in a heavy dose of air. Both men looked down at him. "Be glad we caught him, or that was your head."

The second man nodded as he watched the first one reach down and haul Peter up before throwing him over his shoulder.

"Where did that broad go?"

The second man looked around before shrugging. "I don't know, but we need to get out of here. Who knows who heard that gunshot."

Nodding, they started walking back the direction they came from. All the while, the only thing Peter could do was try and catch his breath that was forced out of his body once more. He lifted his hand before slamming it down on the man's back, in a weak attempt to escape. The man snorted but didn't say anything. His friend on the other hand, was another story.

"Relax kid, we just need some information from you. We need to know where Peter Parker is."

"P...ease," Peter croaked as air came rushing back to him. Neither man spoke as he laid across the shoulder in a limp fashion. More or less like a raggedy doll. Peter twisted in attempts to throw the man off balance but that happened was a tighter grip, locking him in place. Lifting his hands again, he slammed them down on the man's back. All he got in response was a grunt. He tried again and again. It got to the point where Peter was flopping around but not going anywhere. Tears of frustration burned his eyes as he wiggled desperately. Deciding to save his strength, he dropped in defeat.

Closing his eyes, he mind took him to a summer when he was little.

Aunt May stood at the front door waiting for a little six year old Peter to open the door. They just got back from the store and little Peter insisted on opening the door for her, like his uncle taught him. His small hands reached for the door knob and as he twisted the handle he pushed it with all his might.

"Thank you Peter, that's very sweet of you."

After May and Ben entered, Peter went to shut the door when a stray dog managed to get caught in the middle of the door and the door frame, preventing it from closing. Little Peter pushed against the wood but the dog pushed back, growling.

"Uncle Ben, Help," he called and sure enough both Ben and May came rushing over. May stepped forward to intervene but Ben held her back.

"Harder Peter."

"I can't," he cried.

"Yes, you can. Take a deep breath and push harder."

Peter tried again, tears of fear and frustration burned his eyes before snaking down his cheeks. May moved forward again but Ben held her back.

"Pete, listen to me. Don't get upset. Use your strength and push it shut," Ben instructed patiently.

The dog barked as if it knew what was happening. Peter stared at the teeth of the creature in fear. "Ben Parker, let go!" May yelled causing the dog to bark again.

"Pete listen to me. Close your eyes."

Doing as he was told, he waited as the door was pushed open a little more. "Take a deep breath," Ben instructed softly. "Good, now push the door shut." Little Peter took a deep breath and pushed.

Nothing happened.

"Try harder."

He did.

Moments later, he heard a whimper from the dog before the door slammed shut. Peter opened his eyes and saw his aunt and uncle smiling at him. Looking around, there was not a dog in sight.

"I did it!" Peter cried in delight. Ben and May wrapped him in a loving hug as they shared a look over his head. Unbeknown to Peter, May threw a steak out the door that the stray went for.

"You sure did Petey," Ben praised. "Remember, always try harder."

Peter opened his eyes only to find himself staring down at the ground. The two men long ago went quiet. Always try harder. Taking a deep breath, Peter brought his hands up and slammed them down on the man's back. A crack filled the air as the man let out a scream and fell, taking Peter with him. Peter rolled over as the second man rushed to his fallen partner. Not waiting around, the teenager shot a web at the sky and watched as it attached to a tree branch. Not wasting time, he swung into the sky and shot another web seconds later.

"Shoot him," the first man yelled.

The sound of the safety being released on the gun echoed throughout the forest. Looking back, Peter saw the second man take aim. The gun exploded and Peters senses went off a second later. He swung to the right to avoid the bullet. Another explosion was heard allowing his senses to go off again. Coming from both sides.

Releasing his web, Peter dropped to the ground only to run right into a solid object that let out a grunt. Looking up from the ground, Peter came face to face with metal, or rather a metal arm. Sitting up, be looked around to see Bucky laying on the ground and Steve helping him up.

Peter released a sigh of relief as he stood. "Boy am I glad to see-"

His words cut off as blinding hot pain erupted on his stomach. Reaching up, he grabbed the area before screaming.

"Spiderman are you okay?" Steve asked as he rushed over taking a hold of the falling kid. Steve removed his hand only to find darkness spreading across his stomach. Touching it, Steve examined his hand. Red liquid coated the surface.

Blood.

Bucky looked up just in time to see a man running away and into a waiting car. He started to follow when the sound of someone coming up behind them could be heard. Steve and Bucky turned just in time to see a man coming out of the forest with a gun trained on them. Steve stood in front of Peter as he eyed the man. Bucky, on the other hand, stood there, staring in shock.

The man looked around, his eyes landing on Steve for a moment before moving to the person behind him. Steve shifted his weight in a protective stance. The man turned his attention back to the last person in front of him. Fear, shock and awe captured him.

"Frank?" Bucky sputtered.

"Asset," the man replied. "Hail Hydra."