A/N: Here's the next chapter! Thank you to all who reviewed, favorited, and followed!
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Peter's eyes flew open with a yelp as he scrambled halfway up the wall, instinct taking over as a short burst of electricity was driven into his side, rudely (but effectively) waking him up.
He stared down at Jason with wide eyes from his vantage point on the wall, heart going a mile a minute.
"Good morning, sunshine," Jason said throatily, a small smirk playing over his lips. "Sleep well?"
Peter eyes flicked to the cattle prod dangling nonchalantly in the man's grip. He didn't bother gracing the man with a reply.
"Get down. I need to get you changed for training." Jason lifted his other hand, which Peter now noticed was proffering a grey sweatsuit. Peter hesitated. Up here he was at least safe from the reaches of the man's cattle prod. And who knew what Jason was going to do with the Spider suit once Peter took it off? Maybe Peter could just put the sweats on over the suit?
The Spider slipped off the wall, landing lightly on his feet on top of the thin mattress, chains swinging slightly with the movement. Apparently, he had not acquiesced to the man's request quick enough for, faster than Peter's eyes could follow, he jabbed the cattle prod into the teen's shoulder.
Peter hissed sharply and flinched back as the electricity bit at his skin. "What the hell?" He muttered, one hand coming up instinctively to massage the smarting skin.
Jason shrugged, shoving the bundle of clothing into Peter's chest. Peter leaned back slightly from the sudden force. "Took too long," the man said in his surprisingly gravelly tone. "Get dressed, we don't have all day."
Making up his mind to just slip the sweats on over his suit, Peter dropped the shirt onto the bed and unfolded the pants. No sooner had he stepped into one of the legs when another burst of electricity was suddenly delivered to his abdomen.
He bit out a cry of shock, flinching back against the wall.
"Uh uh, Spider boy," Jason chuckled. "You're going to need to take that suit off first."
Peter glowered at the man, pulling his leg out and tossing the sweatpants to the ground. He stared at the man, waiting for him to turn around and give the teen some privacy.
"Well?" Jason raised an eyebrow, circling his hand in the universal get-on-with-it gesture.
Peter's head ticked sideways slightly as he continued to meet the man's bored blue eyed stare. "Aren't you going to turn around?"
A deep belly laugh bubbled out of Jason's throat as he threw his head back at the innocuous question. "No, sweetheart, I'm not. Gonna have to undo your handcuffs to get that shirt on you, won't I? Can't have you loose with my back turned." He cocked his head slightly, eyes wandering over Peter's physique. "And who knows, maybe there's something pretty to see under that suit."
An ice cube of dread suddenly slipped down Peter's spine, the teen barely suppressing a shiver. He swallowed hard against the nausea abruptly churning his stomach and quickly tapped the spider on his chest, the suit loosening around him.
He slipped it off and hastily stepped into the pants, not wanting to spend any more time exposed in front of this man than he had to. When it came to putting on the sweatshirt, Jason unlocked the cuffs as promised, but held the cattle prod poised to strike.
Once Peter was fully changed, Jason didn't reattach the cuffs that secured the teen to the wall. Instead he reached into his pocket and produced a set of inch-thick bracelets that he slid onto the raw skin of Peter wrists.
Jason wagged what looked like a key fob in front of Peter's face. "We're going for a walk, you and me. Try anything funny–" He pressed a button on the fob and white hot electricity coursed through Peter's arms, his hands contracting into fists as he grit his teeth against the scream building in his throat.
He gasped in relief as the pain dissipated as suddenly as it had come.
"Get the picture?" Jason smiled sweetly at the panting teen, taking a surprisingly firm hold on Peter's bicep and marching him out the door.
Peter tripped over his feet as the man's longer strides forced him along the corridor. As they sped down the hall, Peter tried to look into the cells they passed. They were much like his own, if not identical: no furnishings other than a pitiful mattress and a toilet in the corner.
He saw both men, women and, to his horror, children chained to the walls with varying degrees of intensity. Some had collars around their throats. A few only had one leg cuffed to the wall. There was one hulk of a man that was restrained in a straightjacket, both ankles sporting thick manacles. Around his neck was a collar that had a little light that was persistently flashing red.
There was something distinctly dead and hollow about the man's face as he crouched on top of his mattress. But his eyes…those carried a type of animalistic rage Peter had only ever seen in a rabid dog.
For a split second, the man's eyes flicked up to meet Peter's, eyebrows lowering as his shoulders began hunch towards his ears.
'It's almost as if he's raising his hackles,' was all Peter could think, even as a flicker of fear caused his heart to jump, but Jason hurried them on before anything else could happen.
Jason led Peter to the end of the hall, took a few turns, manhandled the boy down a flight of flight of stairs and finally through one last door. The room was pitch black but Peter could already tell it was large due to the continuous resounding echo of their footsteps.
He was just about to ask where the man had taken him when the lights were suddenly thrown on, causing him to flinch and blink rapidly at the sudden brightness.
"A little warning next time?" He muttered, slightly distracted as he took in the structure of the room.
Each of the walls were lined with black stadium seating that rose almost to the top of the domed ceiling. Up high to Peter's left was a glass box filled with desks and monitors. At the front was a table equipped with another monitor and microphones: the commentators booth.
And there, in the center of the room, standing at least twenty feet tall, was a black, steel wrestling cage.
"So what do ya think?"
Peter jumped at the unexpectedly loud voice behind him, then jumped a second time as an arm was suddenly thrown around his shoulders. He leaned away from the green-haired man that had somehow snuck up on him.
Why hadn't his Spider-Sense warned him?
"Pretty, isn't it?" Greenie mused, staring at the cage with something akin to fondness. "Gon' be even prettier once you win us that prize," he said, giving Peter a hearty slap on the back. Peter jolted forward slightly as the man stepped away.
"Did Jason give you your morning dose?" The green-haired man asked, casually walking away a few steps, one hand digging something out of his jacket pocket.
Peter's eyes flicked towards Jason as the other man suddenly let out a groan.
"Oh, sorry, man," Jason said, eyes screwed shut. "I completely forgot about that."
Greenie waved off the apology as he popped a stick of gum into his mouth. "No matter. You can just do it now, right?"
Jason nodded quickly and pressed a button the fob that was linked the bracelets Peter wore.
There was prick on the inside of his left wrist and a sense of lethargy washed over the teen, not unlike the feeling from the night he'd been taken. He shook his head as his eyes began to cross of their own accord, blinking rapidly to clear his vision. Peter stumbled back on shaky legs as both Jason and Greenie reached out to grab him.
"N-No!" He slur shouted. "Wh-wha… what d-did you g-give me?" He mumbled. "W-Why…"
"Yeah, Jason, why?" There was the sharp sound of flesh hitting flesh followed by a raspy ow. "I only wanted you to take his strength down a notch, not take him down for the count!" The smacking sound repeated. "How much did you give him?" Greenie hissed.
"I'm sorry!" Jason retorted, not sounding sorry in the slightest. "I thought it was a half dose. I must've given him the full thing by accident."
Peter dropped down to one knee, barely flinging out an arm in time to catch himself. He distantly registered a hand reaching under his armpit and helping to hold him steady.
"Alright, alright, okay," muttered Greenie. He grasped Peter's chin, forcing it up so he could look into the boy's face. Peter's eyes were barely open at this point, eyelids fluttering as he fought against the effects of the drug. But that wasn't what the man was interested in.
"Hey, Jason?" Greenie frowned. "Get a load of this." He leaned forward slightly, squinting in the fluorescent lighting, making sure he wasn't seeing things.
Jason crouched down next to the pair on the floor, leaning his head in next his friend's. "What're we looking at?"
Greenie pulled back a touch, nodding his forehead at the mostly unconscious teen's face. "You 'member last night, we was all in his cell. I smacked him around a little bit?" At Jason's nod, the man continued. "I gave him a pretty sharp knee to the nose, right?"
"You did."
"And a hefty right hook?"
"Felt it before with my own jaw."
Greenie chewed the inside of his lower lip for moment. "Then where the hell are the bruises?"
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Next chapter will have Tony (finally, I know. Sorry it took so long!).
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