There was a roaring all around me, like a loud wind but not like one of the many monsters I had fought in my time. My head felt like it was swirling and I didn't want to open my eyes to see if it actually was. Cause I felt sick to my stomach and I was sure if I did I might vomit. My heart was pounding in what felt like panic but I was too out of it properly understand why.

God, I never felt this out of it. Was I drugged? Maybe I was with the Ultimates. I could feel small aches and pains all over my body so maybe I had gotten hurt in a fight...?

Another wave of nausea passed through me and I stopped trying to figure out exactly what was wrong with me. I felt terrible, and I would leave it at that.

The roaring was still loud as hell, making it harder to focus on anything else that was happening in my surroundings. I wanted to cover my ears but my muscles felt like jelly. At the same time, it felt like I wrapped in a tight, warm blanket. Trying to send me back to sleep. My fingers twitched a little as I tried to put in some effort to do something. To maybe cover my eyes when I opened them so that any light wouldn't be blinding.

There was a coldness beneath me that I suddenly noticed, contrasting with the warmth I felt all over me. That was weird. Where was I? The ultimates would have put me on a bed I'm sure...

I began to hear some voices nearby to me. I struggled to hear them over the roaring and my focus kept on wavering but with some effort, I managed to.

"I don't see... important... waste of..." In my muddled state, I could only listen in confusion at what I managed to pick up. They could be talking about anything from plastic to a person. They didn't sound like anyone I knew though. A doctor maybe? Why would something be a 'waste of' to them?

My fingers twitched again and I managed to curl them in a little bit. Something was telling me I had to wake up as quickly as I could, but I couldn't remember at that point why. But there was a chill going up my spine like something was seriously wrong.

"He's waking up!" Someone shouted and I cringed. My ears were sensitive, even more so with that roaring, didn't they know that?

"He wasn't supposed to wake up for another four hours." Someone said and that definitely made me struggle for wakefulness. I curled my fingers in further and tried to bring my hand to my chest but my hand was still too numb to do anything except weakly twitch. I managed to open my eyes a crack but my vision was too blurry to make anything out.

Then all my work to wake up was for nothing as I heard some buttons being pressed. I quickly sunk back into unconsciousness.

I slowly came to myself, feeling fuzzy and almost refreshed. It was as if I had had the best nap ever.

I began to stretch as I woke up further, only to find that I couldn't move my arms or legs, or my chest all that much. I frowned, that was weird.

I opened my eyes only to cringe away from the light beaming into my eyes and groaned. The light felt like needles being stabbed into my eyes. Ow. I hesitated for a few moments before turning my head to the side and tried opening my eyes again. The light was still painful but more bearable as my eyes adjusted. When they finally did I found myself staring at a blank wall. There were no markings, not a poster or colour, it was just a cream wall. That was not my wall.

That quickly made me shake off any last remains scraps of tiredness. I tried to quickly sit up but was stopped by something digging into my ribs, making me yelp in pain. I tried to sit up on my elbows but my wrists and biceps were stuck in place. I tried to tug on it one more time but it just tightened on me until I was forced to give up if I didn't want to hurt myself. I looked to my right and found a door. If I hadn't been looking for some imperfections in my surroundings I wouldn't have noticed the tiny cracks in the wall indicating a door. There was no place to put a key in or a keypad. There was nothing else but the cracks in the door.

Panic rising quickly, I pushed myself up as far as I could in my position. There was some weird sort of rope keeping me held down. It looked like leather but it had to be reinforced in some way for it to not break under my strength. Both my arms and legs were held down in two places to keep them from being of any use, and only one across my chest. The one on my chest was slightly looser than the other two, which I was guessing was to stop it from tightening too much when I was breathing.

By this point, I had remembered what had happened to me the night before. Or, the night before as far as I was aware. I had no idea how long I had been kept under for, and unless I was told or given some sort of clock I doubted I would ever find out.

I couldn't believe Hydra had managed to get the jump on me. Why hadn't my spider-sense been good enough to dodge whatever they had thrown at me? Why hadn't the Ultimates come to help me? There was no way that someone hadn't reported what had happened. Active shooters in New York had to be big news.

I should have just run away at the first sign of danger. Gone to the Ultimates and asked for help. They would have protected me and I wouldn't be in this situation. I shouldn't have let my self-imposed code to look after New York and its people first get the better of me. There hadn't been a person in sight wandering the streets.

Now because of my failings, I was god knows where strapped down to a table and utterly vulnerable to whatever Hydra wanted to do to me.

I put my head back down, trying to calm down my erratic breathing. As my head touched the admittedly soft surface I realised that there was no barrier between the cotton and my head. They had taken my mask off. They probably knew my identity. Would they go after my family? I had to stop them from hurting anyone I knew. Oh god, they might go after my parents and Ganke.

But I couldn't panic now, if I did then I might not be able to escape from here and then where would I be at? But... who knew what they were going to do to me? Were they going to cut me open and figure out how I worked? That's the only reason I could think of for them wanting me.

Before I could panic further I heard the door open. I looked to the side as she stepped in, the door closing behind her without her even looking back at it. At this point, I was guessing someone opened it externally. Her high heels clicked against the stone floor as she approached me. She was wearing a grey jacket with matching pants and a white shirt, looking for all the world like a high ranking, professional woman. She also had a clipboard in hand, which she was reading instead of observing me. From this point on I was going to call her heel lady. 'Cause of her high heels obviously. Was she the doctor that was going to head the experiments? Or was she just tasked with telling me about my fate?

She finally looked up, and for a few moments, she watched as I tried to calm down my breathing into something that seemed normal. Instead of the panic that I was so obviously in. I was pretty sure she could tell how scared I was.

"Hello Mr Morales, you have been selected for our first super-soldier program. Don't be afraid, as none of our experiments will be fatal or severely harmful to you. Here at Hydra, we want you to feel comfortable and secure, but as you're an enhanced individual I have to warn you that if you try to escape we'll be forced to use other... more dangerous methods to extract the information and results we need. Do you have any questions?" She asked, her voice neutral and almost bored as she talked.

I mean, it was just another job that she was required to do so maybe that's why it wasn't a big deal to her. For me, this was a huge deal. Whatever she told me would be a clue to my possibly short future. It also gave me a chance to study the attitude that Hydra would have with me which would hopefully give me something to work with.

"Yeah, why was I chosen?" I asked, trying to hide my fear but failing still.

"You have proven to show a lot of potential, and as you are still developing your skill-set you were the easiest of all the known enhanced individuals to bring in." She replied. Okay, that made sense 'cause most of the other heroes had some form of training or teammates to rely on. But that was also kind of rude. I mean, really? 'Easiest to bring in,' c'mon. Just cause I was young and new to the superhero world didn't mean I was crap at it.

"People will search for me, you know. I bet the Ultimates will too!" I argued, trying to pull out of my bonds even though I knew it was beyond useless. It still didn't budge.

"They will find it exceptionally hard to locate you." She answered calmly.

I stopped struggling, so what she was saying was that I would have to look after myself and try not to piss them off if I wanted to survive. But who knew what they wanted to do to me? Maybe it would be better if I tried escaping before they could do anything bad to me, but I might die a pretty painful death. I didn't know what I was supposed to do...

"What about my parents? And my friends? What have you done to them?" I asked, looking back at her. If they also had them and were going to hurt them-

"They are perfectly fine. We have not gone after them or harmed them in any way." She seemed bored at this point, like she had something much better to do than listen to a terrified fourteen year old.

"Um, and you don't plan on going after them at any point?" I asked, trying to crush down both my hopefulness for their safety and the hopelessness of my own situation. It was a weird combination that left me feeling drained.

"No, however, unless they join our cause they will not be able to see you. Any other questions?" I wondered for a moment. I didn't really want to know when they would start experimenting with me because that would only make me anxious. I was glad to learn about my parents being safe but from the sounds of it, I wouldn't be allowed to ever see them again. Which I knew that sometime later I was going to be pretty scared about but for the moment I could only note down the information.

I just felt really drained. Yeah, I really didn't like this place at all.

"No, I think I'm good." I murmured looking back up at the ceiling.

"Good. Your first experiment will be a reflex test and it will be conducted tomorrow at seven am."

With that, she walked out of the room with a confident, clicking stride. Damnit I didn't want to know what was going to happen but it did give me an idea of what they planned to do with me. It looked like they intended to test and push my abilities to the breaking point, and since it was a 'super-soldier program' maybe they planned on giving some of their other soldiers my abilities? It did make sense, especially if they intended on getting other victims.

And she had said 'first super-soldier' so there would probably be more joining me in this hell.

I closed my eyes, I didn't want to think about it, I didn't want to think about my fate. I didn't want to think about what this would mean for other super-heroes. I would sleep, but after being unconscious for that long I was well rested. I couldn't stand up and look for weak points in this room so I would have to be stuck in my own thoughts...

Just as I sighed in defeat the bonds suddenly popped open. That had not been my doing. I sat up immediately and distractedly rubbed my wrists, okay so did they just pin me down to make sure I didn't escape right off the bat? To stop me hurting heel lady? I was guessing that was the case, but they would have to be pretty confident that I wouldn't be able to escape if they were letting me get up...

But I would potentially be here awhile. I didn't mean how they were obviously going to do a bunch of tests on me so I would probably have to leave this room. I meant how long it would be before I would be able to escape. If I managed to escape. I was just as likely to die here before I ever got to see the sun again.

I looked down at my hands and noticed that my gloves were gone, and my webshooters. They weren't taking any chances huh. My gloves and mask were the only loose part of my suit so I guess that made sense. I was still in the rest of it though, which was sort of odd. I was just glad that someone hadn't made me change while I was unconscious. I looked back at my hand and noticed that my wrist was a bit bruised. Probably from tugging so hard. Maybe I had been doing that in my sleep as well...

Whatever, it didn't matter too much. They would heal up pretty soon.

I cautiously swung my legs out and tenderly checked that they were fine. Besides feeling a little like jelly they seemed fine. No cuts in my costumes. That was good. I checked my chest and it looked fine too, if a little-scuffed up. I couldn't see my face, there weren't any mirrors in the room but when I ran my hands over my neck and head there was only one bruise that ached. They hadn't hurt me...

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and finally got up. I immediately headed over to the door. When I ran a finger over it trying to find any nooks or crannies there weren't. The only notable thing about it was how it was smooth and cool to touch.

I slowly began to walk around the room, nothing in my road as the bed was in the centre of the room, and found everything to have that same feel to it. There didn't seem to be any weaknesses in it and from my guess, it was made out of metal. Made sense, I was a superhuman and I had super strength. They didn't want me breaking out so they would have to make it out of something besides brick so I wouldn't break through it.

But that also meant when I try to escape I won't be able to smash through walls. Whatever, it would be fine. I would do it. I clenched a fist at my side. I would escape no matter what they tried to do to me. I didn't know how, I didn't have the resources - yet, I didn't have the strength it seemed.

Even if I had to play into the narrative they would set before me I would escape. But I would do it if it meant escaping and seeing my parents again. I didn't want to be another tool for Hydra to use.