I was sitting against the wall of my cell, feeling bored and tired. And it was a cell, even though there were no bars and they had removed the straps to hold me down. I didn't really see the point in that. I mean, if I got violent all of a sudden it would help to have something to keep me down. They might gas me or get some men to hold me down instead and I did not want that. I was assuming they had done it to show they had more trust in me. Which I didn't care for, I was still god knows where and trapped. I just wanted to get out of this place.

After the two tests they had brought me back here to find that they had moved my bed into a corner and the desk now had a few things on it, but I hadn't bothered to look. The rest of the room was bare, so I had made it a point to sit as far away from anything as I could. So, by extension, I was on the ceiling. Upside down. I hadn't been comfortable enough to fall asleep so I had just stayed there.

No matter how nice they might treat me they still only wanted me for my abilities. They only thought of me as another assist in their... evil plans. They probably wouldn't allow me to see Ganke or Mum or Dad again. They wouldn't let me hang out with kids my own age or let me have a childhood. I wanted a normal life. I liked being Spider-man, yeah, but it wasn't all of who I am. It swallowed up a lot of my life but that didn't mean everything evolved around it. It wasn't the sum of who I am.

But Hydra didn't understand that, or they did and they just didn't care.

There was a click and the door slid open. I looked up from my lap and watched as the heel lady walked in with a whole bunch of stuff stacked up in her hands, her face was contorted to look neutral but I could see a small scowl waiting to push through. Instead of the normal clipboard she normally had, she had a large stack of books that almost covered her head. So maybe that scowl was from the weight of all of it? That many books had to be painful for any normal human. Or, maybe they weren't books at all. Maybe they were some sort of test or medical or something. I don't know. But I was pretty sure they were books. I didn' know why I was doubting that they weren't books but you never knew with Hydra.

Why were they giving me books in the first place though? Weird. Guess I would find out.

It still looked strange to see her without a clipboard and for her not to study me in that weird, uncomfortable way she liked to do. Everything else about her was the same, the same uniform, the same clicking heels, the haircut. Everything but the clipboard and it made her look so different. It was probably impractical to carry all those books and the clipboard but it made her seem so different. Gave her an entirely different air. Who knew a clipboard could make such a difference?

Or maybe I was just tired and my muddled mind was making it up.

"Good morning Mr Morales. Sorry for the wait, but we had to sort out a few things." She pressed her elbow into the wall where it sunk in a little bit. She took a small step back and suddenly there was a tiny table coming out of the wall.

What.

She placed all the stuff down on it before straightening back up and looking up at me with a faint scowl. Guess she was used to looking down on people. "As part of the super soldier program, we will continue your education and expand it to cover topics such as weaponry, strategy, first-aid and survival. It will also cover fighting techniques such as martial arts. A tutor will be coming in a couple of days to begin teaching you, but in the meantime, you can begin your studies with these books. Do you have any questions?"

"Um, yeah, I thought I was just a super-soldier to you guys? Why would you be giving me an education?" I asked quietly.

"This is a long-term project. You can't be much use to us if you can't go on field missions because of a lack of knowledge, which an education can provide. Any other questions?" Heel lady answered, hands folding in a clear show of impatience. Who put a stick up her butt today?

"If this is a long-term project, why am I being secluded then? I have no friends here which is counter-productive as humans are naturally social animals." If you can't escape, manipulate them into giving you what you wanted, right? "I could simply... refuse to cooperate.

The look she gave me was very tired and done. "If you refuse to cooperate, we will use other more extreme methods to get you to. For example, beatings or leaving you in a completely white room for a couple of hours. If I was you, I would cooperate."

"Oh..." Well, #$% okay then. They weren't messing around.

"Any other questions?" I shook my head and she gave me a strained, fake smile. "I suggest you get started on your reading. You will be tested on your strength and wall-crawling tomorrow." With that, she turned around and left, her heels clicking in her wake.

I tipped back and lay across the ceiling, cushioning my head with my hands. I sighed, this... sucked. It really sucked. I couldn't really do anything to improve it. I would have no friends here until someone else joined me as a 'subject' in this little project of theirs. But I didn't want anyone to suffer through this with me, cause this sucked. I really wanted to shut down this project and make sure no one ever had to go through this again, even if it took me years to do it.

I tilted my head to the side to look at the tiny table. Why did Hydra have to have it come out of the wall like that? It just seemed way too extra. Someone decided it was a good idea, designed it and built it. That was probably the most ridiculous part of it all. And it was tiny! It was barely half the size of my desk at school.

With a slight grumble, I let myself drop to the floor. I got to my feet and walked over to the pile of books. I picked up a few - there was one for maths, one for English and one for science. I stopped when I noticed one that was... definitely different from the rest. Its title read "How to be a Spy: The World War II SOE Training Manual." I flipped through a few pages but stopped when I noticed there was a loose page. I flicked to it and my eyes widened at what looked like... blueprints. I turned to the next loose page and found a note.

Miles,

I am Jasmine, a double agent for SHIELD. I am unable to reach you at my current rank but I can give you this. Contained in these loose pages are the blueprints of this Hydra base, use this to escape. Good luck.

Jasmine

I turned back to the blueprint and unfolded it carefully. I quickly scanned over it and found my cell. I checked the measurements and compared it to my room and found it to be exact. So it didn't seem like some sort of test. Every room on this was labelled which would definitely be useful.

I bit my lip, I didn't want to get too hopeful but... if I was careful I could escape.

I knew that escaping this place would probably only be the first step in my escape. I would have to find out where in the world I was and then take steps to get back home. I would have to figure out how to live a normal life again too, without Hydra getting me again. But I could do this, no matter what it would take.

I was no Tony Stark, nor was I Black Widow or Captain America, but maybe with this, I could plan something. Even if it was a general idea. I just had to hope that I would be able to do it.

Wait a minute... if she was apart of SHIELD why hadn't she contacted them and gotten me out of here?

I watched a bead of sweat slowly trickle down my arm, down my finger and onto the ground where it joined a small but slowly growing puddle of them.

Hydra had decided to test how good I was at balancing after testing nearly every other aspect of my powers. By my estimates, I had been here for about two and a half weeks and nothing much had changed. I still did tests every other day and between them, I had a day learning with the tutor.

I hadn't received anything else from Jasmine during this time, and frankly, I wasn't expecting anything else. It had probably been really difficult for her to get the blueprints to me in the first place. What else could she possibly give me that would be inconspicuous and small? And help me? The blueprints were a big help already.

My arm cramped again and I was reminded of my present situation. I was on a small platform that was only big enough for me one hand. I had been told to do a handstand on it with just my one hand and to do it for as on as I possibly could. Which kinda sucked because I already knew I could balance on tiny things for a long amount of time. No matter how small the surface, my body could naturally find my centre and keep me there until I decided to stop. I hadn't ever tested it properly myself but I knew I could do this for awhile. The only thing that was really stopping me right now was that my fingers were cramping, badly.

I had put my hand in a bad position and they hadn't let me get back down and start again. They just expected me to stay like this! My arm was going to need a good days rest after this! I didn't think I could afford that right now either because I wanted to be in top shape when I go for my escape.

So far I had figured out a basic idea for the route I would need to go. I would first go to get my spidey suit which was probably down in storage somewhere. If they had burned it then that would be fine but my webshooters would have probably been kept even if it was just for the scientists to study. I would then see if I could steal and delete all the results of my tests. I would get rid of any information about this program of theirs, even if it inconvenienced SHIELD because they wouldn't have the full picture of what had taken place. That didn't matter in the long run, if it stopped someone else from going through the same treatment it would be worth it. I wasn't completely sure how I would get out of the base though.

They did have a vehicle bay that I could use to sneak into the boot of a car. Thing was, who knew when they might start the car up and leave the base? I don't think I could handle being in the base longer then I needed to be. All I had was the blueprints and that was all the information I could rely on, so I didn't know when people moved around or when people left the base. I could try and grab a motorbike or something but I didn't know what the terrain was like. If it was a desert, I would go get one, but if it was a jungle I could easily get stuck and it would create a lot of noise, leading them directly to me. If it was a forest I would have to rely on my ability to hide.

In that spy book, it had described ways of hiding in plain sight, like when hiding in trees you follow the shadow of the tree and stuff like that. I also had the advantage of my camouflage which would undoubtedly be useful. This would work well in a lot of terrains but if it was a desert I would have to travel as far as I could as quickly as I could, so subtly was not going to be in the picture really.

Ugh, I wanted to try and plan it out but I simply couldn't. I had to wait for more information about where I was. I would have to get to the surface, or at least see the surface before I could plan my next move.

Another thing that I had to figure out was how I would travel through the base. If I went through the corridors I could be cornered or taken out pretty quickly. Not to mention that the alarm would be raised a lot quicker. Vents seemed like the next best option but I had no idea how I could subtly get into the vents without someone noticing. Not to mention, if they realised where I was in the vents I could potentially be a sitting duck. I would have to figure that out before I escaped.

So my plan so far was to find a vent I could get into without raising an alarm, if I could, grab my spidey suit and any other supplies I can grab, destroy all data on this place, go up through the vents to the top to figure out what kind of terrain I was dealing with and then go from there. Well... I could try to get some other supplies in the meantime, like extra water or food. Only if I could, though.

I blinked a few times and looked at the ground, or the perch, I was on. My hand was killing me.

"I'm going to hop down, my hand is cramping really badly," I told Mike. Mike was the annoying doctor who had been overseeing all the tests. He was such a prick. I understood why he was a part of Hydra, cause any other scientist wouldn't work with him. Probably. The idea left a smile on my face in any case.

"Fine. You were up there for thirty-two minutes and twenty-seven seconds. That's impressive!" I got down and sat on the edge of the small platform, massaging my hand. It was so numb I could barely feel it, but what I could feel was a very strong ache. This was going to be a pain. "Next week we'll do this test again and then maybe the test after that we'll start getting you up on just a few fingers. Sound good?"

"I don't have much of a choice anyway," I murmured bitterly, just loud enough for him to hear. I didn't bother to look up and see his expression.

He paused awkwardly for a few seconds then smiled, "Uh, you can spend the rest of the day off. If you need anything just let one of us know."

I got up, giving him as fake a smile as I could before I was lead off by the guards. Did he seriously think I would ever buddy up with him? He was a Hydra scum, and Hydra was literally everything I had been trying to stop. If I never had to see his face, I would be beyond happy.