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Chapter 1: 4 Times in 1 Day
A shock ran through my body like a wildfire.
"Wake up Spider-Man" a voice snarled through the darkness.
I slowly raised my head and looked up, staring at the person in front of me. I glimpsed a thick mustache and a head of gray hair before suddenly being shocked again. I looked down at the metal rod poked into my ribs, crackling with electricity. The holder was dressed in full black body armor with a sadistic grin on his face.
"What the fuck man?!" I asked, my voice furious.
"Did I say you could speak?" The man with gray hair spoke again.
Before I could offer an angry retort, my head was being slammed into the shiny metal table in front of me. Right before my head made contact, I saw my reflection in the table. A pale face and brown hair stared back at me, one that I only recognized from movies and comic books. As my head hit the table, I blacked out again, losing consciousness in something that seemed surprisingly familiar.
When I woke up, I wasn't in the same dark room as before. I was in a room of pure white walls, bright lights hitting my eyes, momentarily blinding me. I tried to cover my eyes with my hands, until I realized they were cuffed against a chair. I tugged against them with all my strength and they quickly snapped. I stared down at my hands, confused as to how I'd broken handcuffs that quickly when suddenly a dozen men in the same black armor as before came in with the man with the gray hair in the back commanding them forwards. A brief flash of recognition came to me as I realized where I had seen that face before. Right in front of me was Thaddeus Ross, the general, the secretary of state, as memories came flooding to me.
"I'm going crazy" I muttered to myself as I was forced down to the ground by the men who now all had their guns pointed at me.
"Try to escape one more time, and I won't be this nice" The voice of Ross echoed through the room. "Alright men, clear out, it's time for me to introduce the prisoner to his new home.
'Prisoner? I've never done anything illegal in my life' I thought as Ross took a seat in front of me, my arms now tied to the chair with something much, much stronger than before.
"Don't try breaking out of those cuffs again, it's pointless now, they're made from adamantium, you couldn't break out if you tried."
Ross continued his monologue. "Peter Parker, also known as Spider-Man, you are currently being held for your actions as a vigilante. As a being with 'special' powers, you are being held at a hyper-secure facility for mutants and mutates known as the Icebox. You have the honor of being the third person to be admitted to this prison. From here on out, you will only be addressed as Prisoner IX-2 as you are the second mutate to be held in this prison. There are a few basic rules to go over." Ross paused for a second with a smirk on his face. He proceeded with his speech.
"
1. You will be wearing a shock collar and power dampener at all times.
2. You will not speak to a guard or to me without being spoken to
3. You will not resist any actions taken by the Icebox personnel
4. You will not speak back to any Icebox Personnel
5. Any attempts to escape and failure to follow the prior rules will lead to being shocked, or worse
"
"Are those rules clear?"
"Nope, that was altogether too complicated, can you please go over them again?" I smiled sweetly, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
Ross decided to have his first use of the shock collar. I had barely noticed the metal band around my throat, but now I could feel the power flowing through it burning my entire body from the inside continuing for a few seconds before finally stopping.
"What the hell man? I said I didn't understand the rules, why would you do that?" I grinned at him, clearly mocking him.
Ross upped the voltage to one that would knock me out.
"Are you fucking joking, that's the third time today" I groaned as I slowly began to lose consciousness.
"Take him to Cell Block A" were the last words I heard before fully blacking out.
Needless to say, I was pissed when I woke up from being unconscious for the third time in 1 day. Scratch that. I was beyond pissed. I was fucking angry. Not to mention confused. As I came to, I was finally alone. I was on a hard mattress on the ground in a bright white cell, but at least I could think. I kept being called Peter Parker, Spider-Man, a vigilante. That man was Ross. I was in the Icebox. Every single thing I recognized from the marvel universe. I looked up into the shining white and again saw the unfamiliar face of Peter Parker staring back at me. I looked into my memories to try to remember what had happened, when I was met with a sudden overflow that felt as if two minds were coming to be one. My head began to throb as all of Peter Parker's memories came to me. Hearing about my parents' death. Seeing Uncle Ben die. Becoming Spider-Man to honor him. But I still remembered who I was. All the comics I read. All the movies. Everything I knew about this universe stayed with me. But I now was Peter Parker, Spider-Man, the menace, whatever you wanted to call me. I'd been knocked out and tased too many times for this to be a dream. 'What in the absolute motherfucking hell happened to me?'
I thought about all the Marvel storylines and realized with a start, that Spider-Man had never been sent to the Icebox. I pondered how that was even possible, how was I in the Marvel Universe, and how had canon already been broken beyond belief. What was I going to do? For all intents and purposes, I was now Peter Parker and was now in prison. Was I going to escape? Was I going to be a hero? Was I going to be stuck here in the Icebox forever? I would wonder if I was going home, but what was home anyways? I didn't have much to go back to. All I know though, is that I'm a stranger in Spider-Man's body, and I know way more than I should about this universe, no matter how fucked up it already is.
Obviously, I'm not the fifteen-year-old Spider-Man, so what year was this? I glimpsed back through Peter Parker's memories again as they continued meshing with mine, realizing that in this universe, Spider-Man was born 9 years early. Everything that happened to me, my entire origin story was 9 years ahead of schedule. I don't know exactly what happened to cause that or how that would work, but the origin seems identical. It seems that Peter is 19, which means that it's 2011. Before the Avengers even happened. I'm pretty confused, but my goal now is to escape the Icebox first, and then figure this shit out. I sat in silence pondering the new information I had gathered, before realizing that there was nothing I could do at the moment. I needed something to happen first.
So, I waited. What else could I do? I was trapped in a cubic cell with nothing else and no one to talk to. I remembered that Ross had said that there were two other prisoners, but I didn't see anyone in the other cells. I waited about half an hour before I saw a woman being dragged back to her cell by two guards. She was thrown into the cell across from me, and I noted that she was about the same age as me. She was a beautiful redhead, but I didn't see her face long enough to recognize her. She was sprawled out face-down on her mattress, clearly unconscious.
I waited another two hours before she started to shift around as she groaned. She flipped so she was facing upwards. She seemed to catch a glimpse of me as she shot up now facing me. I looked at her, noticing her startling emerald green eyes that seemed perfectly in place on her beautiful face. This was Jean Grey I realized. Jean Grey, one of the most accomplished telepaths in the world and the host of the all-powerful Phoenix Force. I was scared for a second, as I thought she would read my mind and find out all about this crazy shit that's going on before noticing a similar shock collar and power dampener on her.
"So, are you going to keep staring at me or are you going to speak?" Jean spoke, her voice startling me out of my thoughts.
"Sorry about that, I just thought you looked familiar," I responded.
"Not likely, I was put here 6 months ago and before that, not many people knew I existed. Anyways, we don't get new guys often, so what's your deal?"
"What's my deal?"
"Yeah, like, who are you?"
'Good question' I mused to myself before responding.
"Peter"
"No last name?"
"Not until you tell me who you are"
"Fine…. I'm Jean Grey"
"Easier than I thought. I'm Peter Parker."
"So Peter Parker, why are you here?"
"I just wanted to take a relaxing vacation. It was getting a bit hot so I thought it would be nice to go somewhere cold for once. This is cozier than I expected."
Jean just stared at me and narrowed her eyes. I stared right back. She broke eye contact and chuckled a little bit.
"It's nice to finally have someone to talk to, I was going insane being here alone"
"Alone? Ross said there was a third prisoner"
"There is but he's kept in a special cell block. He's slightly different from you and I."
"How so?"
"I only met him once, but I honestly think he is insane."
"Does he have a name?"
"Not that I know" Jean casually responded.
"So, Jean, I heard this was a place for mutants and mutates, so what are your powers?"
I of course already knew the answer to that, but I had to keep up the appearances of lacking that knowledge.
"…. If you tell me your powers, I will tell you mine."
"Deal" I immediately responded. What the hell right? I'm just a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man and I know that apart from that whole Dark Phoenix fiasco, I can trust Jean.
"Alright so, I'm sticky"
"…. what?"
I just beamed at her in response. She looked both thoroughly confused and disturbed. My grin didn't falter.
"I can stick to pretty much anything which means I can climb pretty much anything. Oh, I've also got enhanced senses. And super strength, enhanced reflexes, enhanced healing, and something I like to call my Spidey-Sense."
She stared at me for a second, trying to decipher if I was joking or not. She decided that I wasn't.
"So, what exactly is a Spidey-Sense?"
"You know how Spiders run away before someone can step on them? It's like that. I get a bit of an early warning system for when danger is about to strike, it's kinda like a tingling sensation."
"Wait… spiders…. You're that Spider-Man guy who swings around New York aren't you?"
I made a deep bow. "At your service milady."
Jean blushed for a second before asking a follow up question.
"Do those webs come out of you?"
I stood up straight and responded, voice full of pride. "Yup, they come out of my butt like a real spider! Wanna see?"
Jean dryly stared at me, disgusted at my explanation and offer. After looking at her for 20 seconds, I couldn't hold it in anymore. I bent over as I burst out laughing.
"I'm sorry but you should see your face right now. I was just joking anyways I have mechanical web shooters and I make the webbing in a lab."
Jean glared at me for another 5 seconds before finally relenting.
"That's pretty impressive. Those webs seem strong." It seemed like Jean wanted to ignore what had happened a few seconds ago. I wasn't going to complain.
It took me a second before I realized that I had all of Peter's scientific genius as well as my knowledge of the most advanced science that has occurred in the Marvel Universe.
"Jean, if I call correctly, this was a trade of knowledge. What are your powers?"
"I've only realized I had these powers relatively recent. I found out when I was 14, but I tried to ignore them until about a year ago, when I turned 18. I have telepathy and telekinesis meaning I can move stuff with my mind and read minds."
I realized suddenly that she had no clue how powerful she truly was. In fact, it seems like she hasn't been trained at all. She must not have met Xavier yet.
"Do you ever have trouble controlling them? Or do you have to actively try to read people's minds?"
"I hear people's thoughts easily, and they were too loud. I've always had to avoid large crowds and parties since then. Now it's completely silent." She gestured to the power dampener.
"Damn, at least I know how you feel, never going to parties. I was always considered too much of a nerd to be invited."
"Yeah, it's not like I was invited to their parties anyways. I was always kind of shy and I guess they thought I didn't look good enough and wasn't popular enough to be there anyways."
"Well, you most definitely look good enough to me."
Her cheeks turned pink as she looked away.
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"Damn it, motherfucking, piece of shit."
A steady stream of curses flew out of Nick Fury's mouth as he paced the room.
Maria Hill glanced up from her paperwork with a questioning look on her face.
"Sir?"
Fury turned his glare on her.
"You know that doesn't work on me Director Fury. So, what's the cause of the curses this time? Stark again?"
"No, it's Spider-Man. He's been working in New York for the past 4 years and the second we look for him, he disappears of the face of the Earth.
"And why exactly are you looking for him? Isn't he just a small-time vigilante who deals with petty crooks?"
"Yes, but if you've paid attention, you would notice that he most definitely has some form of powers. He is much more agile and strong than he seems to be. He was being considered for the Avengers Initiative before he suddenly disappeared. Hence my anger."
"Do you think he knows you were after him?"
"No one in S.H.I.E.L.D knows, hell there isn't even a file. This is something else."
"He'll turn up eventually. At least we have some good news as well now. We almost have Selvig convinced to help us."
Fury grumbled.
"At least it's something" he muttered under his breath.
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"Jean, what exactly happens here in the Icebox?"
"You don't want to know…."
"Well it's gonna happen to me anyways, might as well be prepared."
"Pete don't say I didn't warn you. We get fed slop twice a day. Taken for a shower every other day. In case you are wondering, the water is indeed cold."
"I wouldn't expect any less from the Icebox"
"That was…. bad" Jean suppressed a smile.
"You wound me Jean" Peter playacted, clutching his heart and falling to the ground.
"Deservedly"
"…"
"…"
"rude."
"Anyways Jean, let's continue, I want to learn more about this beautiful resort. Is there a sauna?"
"Nope, but they do have an experimentation room and a torture room" Jean smiled sweetly.
I went pale and my heart dropped. I couldn't bear the thought of annoying being tortured, much less someone as nice as Jean.
"Have they hurt you?" I asked in a low voice.
"Not too badly, their experimentations are to figure out what are powers are and the torture is for information about them. They already have both on me, I've got the X Gene so now they just do a bit of shocking and some blood samples."
"That's not something you should be getting used to" I nearly whispered.
"I can take it, and I'm guessing that you have the X Gene as well, so it shouldn't be too bad." She paused. "It definitely isn't fun though" She added darkly.
"I don't have the X gene. I'm a mutate. I developed my powers other ways" I said solemnly.
"…. that's not good," Jean grimaced.
"I can take it" I added with a pained smile.
"Jean, have they ever taken the power suppressors off?" I asked.
"Never, why do you ask?"
I glanced around, seeing if any guards were nearby.
"No reason" I answered quickly before going into deep thought.
Maybe I can figure out some way to get these stupid things off. With that thought in my mind, I began to sit back down when I saw 2 guards walking down the hall towards me. They opened the prison cell.
"IX-2, it's time for your first information session."
I saw that same sadistic smile that every guard around here seemed to carry.
"So, I heard that there was a sauna. Is the interrogation room near there? Can we stop for a quick soak?"
The guard prodded my ribs, electrifying me with those obnoxious taser rods.
"Peter!" Jean gasped as she saw me getting electrocuted.
I forced myself to smile up at her and give her a wave.
"I'm fine Jean, don't worry, I've taken a lot worse than a little electricity."
"So, should I call you Mr. Guard? Because I don't know your name, and how can we be friends if I don't know your name?"
"Shut it IX-2, unless you want me to utilize that collar of yours."
"…. I just wanted to use the sauna man; you know how it is" I smiled at him.
"I'm not hearing a no" I continued.
The other guard pressed a button in his hand and suddenly I felt my body convulse in response to the electricity. I looked up at him again.
"That was shockingly painful" I winked at Jean.
She seemed to be having trouble suppressing her smile.
"IX-2, last warning."
"JUST ANSWER ME, CAN I USE YOUR DAMN SAUNA?!" I screamed at them.
I heard muffled laughter coming from Jean's direction.
I saw the guard dial up the voltage to a point where it would be able to knock me unconscious again and he pressed the button.
"This has to be a fucking joke" I said right before I passed out. For the 4th time that day. Fuck.
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I woke up in a room similar to the cell, except instead of a mattress, there was a table, which I was strapped down to, with those same Adamantium cuffs as before. And instead of Jean's face, I saw the face of a muscular man, seemed to be around 6'1, and had jet black hair. He grinned at me with that same fuckin sadistic smile. Seriously, is that required to get a damn job here? He was flanked by a few people that seemed to be in lab coats.
"Hello IX-2, I'm to be your questioner for your information sessions. If you give me the answers I'm looking for it should be relatively quick and painless."
"Alright fine, my name is Peter and I have a drinking problem. I hope you can all help me with this issue."
I waited a second.
"What? No 'Hi Peter'? What kind of crackass AA meeting is this?"
The man looked at me again, eyes full of hatred, and without warning he slapped me as hard as he could. I could feel the welt beginning to form, but I was determined to ride this out without giving in. Besides, this was nothing, a little slap wouldn't cause much harm.
"Nice slap dude. Can you do it again? You're such a good kid" I said in my most patronizing voice.
The man just growled in response and it seemed like he had decided to ignore what I had to say for the time being. I saw a cart being rolled in the back doors and noticed it was filled with knives, pliers, an acetylene torch, a fire poker, and more fun things.
"Man you got a torture cart? That's so cool! I mean, a bit cliché, like switch it up a bit, but still those things I only see in the movies."
"What is your name?" The man said in a dark tone.
I, being the genius that I was, knew that they already knew my name. I also realized however, that it was an interrogation technique, and by giving in, even a little, I gave them powers. So, I continued my fun times with this guy. These personnel are literally offering themselves up for it at this point.
"My name is Peter, with a B"
"Where's the B?"
I cracked up.
"There's a bee? Where?! I'm allergic."
I don't care that it is an old vine. It fit perfectly.
The man (why hasn't he told me his name yet) just seemed to get more and more enraged. He grabbed a knife from the cart and turned to me.
"Wait!" I shouted as he turned to me.
"It's time for your interrogation now" I said to him, concealing a smile.
"What's your name, favorite color and mother's name?" I asked.
"Call me Doctor Harmon. Dr. Payne and I will be overseeing your information and experimentation sessions. Now shut the fuck up. It's time for you to give up some real answers."
"Seriously man? Harmon and Payne? Harming and Pain? Were you guys born for this or something?" I giggled.
He turned, and with a razor-sharp blade, cut my side, not touching anything vital, but still causing a lot of bleeding.
"Doc, that's no fair" I whined. "You didn't even ask me a question"
"First real question. Do you have any family?"
"Can't you look it up, don't you know my identity?"
"Ross has kept that under lock and key, for some reason, but I know I can get some info from you."
Ross hasn't told them my identity yet? Interesting. He must be planning on doing something or trying to not play all his cards yet. My eyes narrowed. I realized that keeping my identity secret was of the utmost importance. They may know my face, but if they don't know my name, I can still protect the people around me.
"Alright fine. I have a Father named Joe."
"Joe who?"
I couldn't stop myself from laughing. Do these guys know what they keep setting me up for?
"Joe Mama" I shouted at him as I doubled down in both laughter and pain from that cut.
"It seems like our little Spider needs to be broken a bit more first. Let's proceed at a later time when he is, suitably ready." Doc declared to his associates.
"So can I go to the sauna now?"
He couldn't resist the urge to retaliate as he whirled back around and clocked me in the face as hard as he could. I immediately felt the bruising begin around my eye. It was going to be one hell of a black eye. Nothing a little spider-healing wouldn't have fixed by the morning I knew. The guards unlatched me and dragged me back to my cell. I saw Jean's face filled with worry before I fell asleep. At least I think I was asleep, I may have been unconscious, at this point I don't know. I realized in my dazed state that my spider-healing would be blocked by the power dampening. This black eye was going to heal at a normal rate. Fuckkkkkk. This is not how I expected my day to go.
A.N
This is my first ever fanfiction. I'd appreciate reviews and feedback – positive or critical – just keep it nice in the critical ones please 😊. This isn't going to be a short fic, and updates will come at random times, hopefully never going more than 2 weeks without one. If you want me to tone down the Gen Z vibes at the end I definitely can, I just felt that Peter memeing the shit out of people is hilarious.
I would also like to credit "The Spider" for giving me the base premise of the S.I and not being able to explain the situation to other people (that'll come later). There of course will be some similarities considering what I have planned for it – and if it becomes too similar please let me know, although I think at least for now, it is unique. I don't wanna be accused of plagiarism so in the future, notify me if it gets too similar. Have a great day everyone!
