Peter 1

Vaccines, needles, and tests. All draining on me.

What if Peter 2 was right? What if my fantasy calvary never showed up?

I gave myself a mental shake. Of course they would come. We would just have to hold out a little longer.

I tried to let myself sleep on the cold, metal examination table. The last batch of drugs that Zola had given us felt like flu shots. But these were the worst flu shot side effects ever. I felt like I was going to throw up. But I fought to keep it in because that vomit was the only thing holding me from starvation.

So hungry….

Bucky Barnes was repeating the same sentence over and over again. It was almost like his mantra. It kept my mind off my hunger pains.

"My name is Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes of the 107th. My name is Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes of the 107th. My name is-"

Whatever they were doing to Bucky was worse than what they were doing to us. They strapped more equipment to his head than they ever did with me and the other Peters. They weren't just messing with his body, they were messing with his mind. By repeating his name, he was trying to save his memories.

"Bucky," Peter 2 said. "It's alright. You're with us."

"Let me finish, Maguire!" Bucky snapped.

My droopy eyelids became too heavy.

I drifted off to sleep…..

I woke to the distant sound of alarms.

Zola's scientists looked a lot more tense than usual.

"Jemand ist eingebrochen."

I learned enough German by now to know that somebody had broken into the camp.

I was too tired to get excited, but hope rose inside me.

Dr. Zola was stuffing papers into a briefcase. I knew it was bad now.

"Hey, guys,"

Peter 2 was looking at a big map of Europe plastered on the wall.

Bucky still mumbled softly to himself.

"My name is Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes of the 107th."

Peter 2 pulled his head up slightly.

"If the calvary does come, make sure you remember the locations on that map. They might come in handy."
I looked at the map.

It showed Hydra forts, camps, and labs scattered all over Nazi-occupied territory.

There was a camp near Sosnowiec, Poland, a fort in the German alps, another fort on the Czech border….

Suddenly, I heard footsteps.

A tall man wearing a leather jacket and a helmet marched in.

My eyes got big.

I'd been hoping he'd come, but now that he was here, I couldn't believe it.

Steve Rogers. Captain America.

The last time I saw him was at Mr. Stark's funeral.

I can still remember the conversation I had with him. He told me about after the snap, how Mr. Stark had limped off the spaceship ramp, pale and skinny, saying that he had lost the kid.

The kid was me.

We talked a little longer. He wished me good luck and we parted ways.

I went back home and he went to the 1940's to come back to his sweetheart.

I never thought I'd see him again.

Steve made a beeline to Bucky.

Bucky's mumbling died down.

"Bucky?" Steve gasped.

He ripped the weighted restraints off of his childhood best friend.

"Steve?" Bucky said, still in a daze.

"I thought you were dead."

Steve helped him sit up.

Bucky was waking up more. He sized up Steve in awe.

"I thought you were smaller."

Steve looked around the room, pausing at the map.

He caught sight of us. He didn't recoil in disgust like Bucky or some of the other scientists did.

"Are you guys from Queens?"

"That's us."

Steve helped us with our handcuffs.

"We've gotta get out of here."

I sat up. "You're Captain America."

After all these years, I was still a big Captain America fanboy.

Steve nodded.

"That's right, son."

He offered me and Peter 3 two small packages.

"An Agent Maximoff told me to give this to you,"

I unwrapped the package. It had my web shooters and cartridges. So that's how Captain America knew who we were! Wanda told him about us.

I grinned. It had been awhile since I've used these.

It was risky putting on my web shooters in front of Steve, but he didn't seem to care right now.

"Can you guys walk?"
"We can try." Peter 3 said, rising to his feet.

The other Peters and I leaned on each other for support and followed Steve out of the lab. He was practically dragging Bucky. My heart leapt. We were really free now.

We could kiss good-bye and good riddance to that lab where hopes and dreams go to die.

"What happened to you?" Bucky asked Steve.

It was probably weird having to look up at Steve. Before he took the serum, Steve was barely taller than me.

"I joined the army."

Nearby explosions rattled the building.

"Uh, what was that?" Peter 3 asked.

"I met some of your friends in the cells. They probably found the armory." Steve said casually.

"Did it hurt?" Bucky asked. He was walking on his own now.

"A little."

"Is it permanent?"

"So far."

There were more explosions. We turned a corner.

We were overlooking an entire munitions factory as it blew up in our faces.

We stared in shock as shrapnel sprang up from the fire and support beams collapsed.

Another bomb went off. We were singed by the fire.

My wrists felt hot. The heat was coming from my webs shooters.I checked the cartridges. Aw, great.

Most of the batches of web fluid that Peter 3 and I made weren't heat-resistant.

We could make fire-proof webs, but the chemical mixes were trickier to master, so we didn't use those a lot. That meant our web cartridges were starting to melt. When the webbing melted in our shooters, they caused a weblock and the web shooters were impossible to use.

We ran up a flight of stairs.

There was a catwalk hovering precariously over the fire. On the other side was an elevator. It didn't look that damaged. We could still make it!

Suddenly, a mocking voice boomed.

"Captain America, how exciting!"

On the other side of the catwalk was a man in a black leather uniform. Give him a mustache and I would've thought he was Hitler. He must've been Johann Schmidt, the guy that the Hydra scientists couldn't shut up about.

I didn't care much about him.

It was Zola, cowering behind Schmidt. Zola might've been your average evil henchman, but he definitely knew his craft. He knew how to make the strongest person buckle to their knees in pain, begging for mercy. He knew how to take your mind and snap it like a toothpick.

Zola saw us; me, the other Peters, Bucky.

We exchanged glares with Zola. Steve was focused on Schmidt, but we already had a lot of bad history between Arnim Zola.

"I am a great fan of your films." Schmidt sneered.

Steve walked towards Schmidt.

"So, Dr. Erskine managed it after all. Not exactly an improvement, but still." Schmidt nodded. "Impressive."

They were now in the middle of the catwalk.

My mind was racing. Our odds didn't look good. I knew Steve and Bucky escaped, but I couldn't remember how. I looked up at the suspension beams overhead.

If the catwalk gave out, we could swing over no problem. We just had to do it before the bombs destroyed the entire lab.

But Peter 2 couldn't shoot webs anymore and we only had two broken web shooters.

Steve punched Schmidt.

Schmidt staggered backwards, clutching his jaw.

He looked back up at Steve with a deadly grin. Was it just me or did his eyes look more bloodshot than before?

Schmidt swung a fist at Steve. It hit his shield instead, making a sharp, metallic clang that echoed.

His fist created a permanent print in the shield. A human hand had pierced metal.

Steve reached for his gun, but Schmidt kicked it out of his hands.

Steve raced at him, ready to attack.

Before he got the chance, Zola pulled a lever and made the catwalk separate. What a coward.

As Schmidt moved back to safer territory, he shouted over the explosions.

"No matter what Erskine told you, you see, I was his greatest success!"

I should've seen it coming. I was from the future after all.

Schmidt grabbed the nape of his neck and pulled and wouldn't stop pulling until his facial skin was completely peeled off.

And underneath that was just raw, fleshy red skin. Nothing but a red skull.

We gaped in horror.

"He just ripped off his face." Peter 3 gasped.

"You don't have one of those, do you?" Bucky asked Steve.

"Face it, Captain. You pretend to be a simple soldier. But you are afraid to admit it. I've seen the reports on your friends. They are coming close. We are all leaving humanity behind!"

We all gave each other anxious looks.

"You deny it, I choose to embrace it." Schmidt said.

Schmidt and Zola disappeared into the elevator, leaving us to the flames.

The ground shook violently. We couldn't use the catwalk. We were running out of options.

"Up there!" Peter 2 pointed.

There was one big support beam spanning the chasm.

We dashed up another flight of stairs.

Steve helped Bucky over the railing and onto the beam.

It might as well have been a tightrope. Except at the circus, there's usually no fire.

Finally, Bucky grabbed onto the safety railing on the other side. He made it.

But the support beam collapsed, letting out a deafening screech.

Our last chance was to swing.

"How's your web supply?" I asked Peter 3.

He shook his head. "Not good. I have only enough yards for one person."

My idea of somebody swinging another person over went through the window.

"Yeah. Same."

I took my webshooter off and gave it to Peter 2.

He looked at me in shock.

"Peter, I can't take this."

"Yes, you can. You can't shoot webbing, right? These are for you. Press the top button to release. The bottom to end the stream. It shouldn't get clogged until you're on the other side."

Captain America watched us intently. He probably had no idea what was going on, but he didn't ask any questions.

"Do whatever you guys need to do," he said. "Remember, we're all going together."

"With respect, Captain." Peter 3 said. "One of us is going to have to stay behind."

Before I could respond, he slapped the last webshooter on my wrist.

My heart dropped.

"Peter, what are you doing?" I shouted.

He grabbed our wrists with a smile.

"I'll tell Mom hi for you two."

He pressed the release button. Peter 2 and I went sailing over the fire.

"Peter!"

More explosions rocked the building.

"You've got a chance. You can still make it!" Peter 3 shouted at Steve.

"No, I'll give you a boost."

"We're not leaving without you, Steve!" Bucky yelled.

Steve sighed and bent back the railing. They had a clear opening.

"Okay, Garfield. On my mark. We jump."

Peter 3 nodded.

They backed up.

"Three, two, one…."

They sprinted towards the ledge.

"JUMP!"

The last thing I saw was webs springing from Peter 3's bare wrist.

Then we were blinded by a plume of fire.


Hey, guys! Thanks for reading!

I know it's been awhile. Prepping for Christmas is keeping me busy.

I also know that it's been awhile since we've got a Peter 2 or Loki POV. Those are coming soon!