I crawled through the dark vent, hyper-aware of the sounds I was making. The swish of my clothes, how the metal caved in just a little bit whenever I moved forward, it did not help me keep calm about my current situation. If I did manage to find and get my spidey-suit, I wouldn't have to worry about how my clothes dragged just that little bit.

I shivered, and the metal was freezing too. The cold metal mixed with the frigid airflow to create a mix that left me shivering. It didn't help that I was already scared of what could happen as soon as it was discovered that I was getting out of here.

I was thankful that it wasn't completely dark. After a bit of crawling around I had been able to see a faint outline of myself and the vent. I assumed the light was coming from a room where there was a gap in the vent, like the one I had crawled through. I was still thankful that I had memorised the map in my head. I still had to keep my mind on it, but it was much better than having to try and find a light source so I could see the bit of paper. It would have been another thing they could track me by, too.

I took a quiet deep breath, though it didn't calm any of my nerves. My heart was in my throat and I was scared to so much as breathe too loudly. I was tense, waiting for an alarm to go off, a bullet to puncture through the metal, the air to stop flowing, someone shouting about where I was...

But, it was quiet. It was so quiet that I could hear the blood racing through my veins.

Nothing I was imagining was currently happening, and until they did, I had to keep on moving, I couldn't freeze. Time was ticking against me.

I knew I was above some sort of office at this point and in two grates time or so I would be above the large storage room which should have my Spider-man suit and my webshooters - if they hadn't thrown it out or the scientists had them. I doubted that they would have been able to reverse engineer or figure out the webbing anyway so it would be useless to them.

Something in my gut told me that they were here, and I knew in the long run that I could survive and be fine without either. But... as soon as I got them I should feel more... like me. Powerful. Brave.

It seemed ridiculous, and in a way it really was, but after using my webshooters and suit for so long they made me feel like I was able to do things that normally I couldn't. Not to mention the fact that without the webshooters I had felt naked. The first week here I had at some points aimed to shot a web at something before realising I didn't have them. If I got my webshooters I should be more or less set for whatever happens. And the suit was an added bonus, even if I couldn't imagine not having it on when I got back home. I knew it offered me no physical protection from my enemies but it helped cement an image for me.

It also stopped villains and people from seeing how scared I am sometimes, so there was that.

There was the sound of movement below me, someone shuffling there feet a few steps, and I froze. They stopped right below me, as if they were taunting me. I paused there, stock still with all my senses trained on him and the surrounding area, but after a few valuable seconds where I could have been moving I realised that it was okay. He or she didn't know I was here, and there was no way they could find out. I was being as quiet as a mouse! It might not even be a guard too, could be a scientist!

Hesitantly I began to move again, being careful to make sure nothing bumped or brushed against something loud enough to alert them, or anyone else for that matter.

The grate to the storage room was just around the corner, about five meters in front of me if the light emitting from the room was anything to go by.

I reached the vent's entrance and felt around the edge for some screws that I could get loose. There wasn't anything, though. I bit my lip, okay I had to be smart about this. I had to make as little noise as possible while still being as quick as possible. Which meant I couldn't just punch it because that would be loud. Even if the initial punch wasn't loud, it hitting the ground would be like dropping a pencil in the middle of a test. It would make heads turn and probably send off a lot of alarms.

I experimentally put two fingers in one of the small gaps and tried to push them further apart. The metal whined but gave way and a bigger hole formed. This was better than just punching through by a long way! And if I made the gap big enough I would be able to unscrew the screws and maybe no one would be able to tell something had happened if I went as far as to try and put the metal back in their normal positions. I slowly pushed the gaps further apart until there was a big enough hole. Alright, this might be a bit awkward.

I slipped a hand in and felt around for the first screw. I felt over a small bump and immediately gripped onto it. I twisted around until it began to fall, but I gripped it before it could hit the ground and I put it beside me. I did the same thing with all the other screws before grabbing the vent and placing it in with me. It had taken me a few anxious minutes but it was worth it if it helped cover up my trail.

I took a deep breath before hanging my legs out over the edge and falling. I hit the ground as lightly as I could and did a small role to lessen the impact. I then ran and ducked behind one of the large wooden boxes, keeping all my senses alert for any movement, or people, or threats.

But it was quiet. I guess no one really had much of a reason to guard this place when it was more likely than not in a simple building. From what I had managed to gather from the blueprints, there weren't really any windows and there were no windows. It seemed odd but I couldn't be bothered to question it too hard.

I let out a small chuckle, a huge grin spreading across my face. I had this.

I checked one more time for any people before I walked out into the pathway to get a better look at the box I had just hidden behind. It had a sticker in the corner that explained where it had come from, the Democratic Republic of the Congo, and what it was, gun parts. I swallowed, alrighty then... moving on.

I walked down the aisles, looking for a box that might contain my stuff. If it didn't have a place that it comes from on it it was likely going to contain my stuff. I kept all my senses on high alert for any curious guards who might suspect something fishy was going on, silently thankful that, as far as I knew, there weren't any cameras in here. If there had been, this part would be almost impossible and I might not have come in here at all.

After a few minutes of searching, I finally found a box labelled 'prisoner belongings.' I was both offended and raising an eyebrow at it. I mean, prisoner made me think I was in jail for doing something wrong, which I hadn't obviously. I was raising an eyebrow because someone had thought 'lets name this box something very obvious if a 'subject' tries to escape.'

I ripped the top off and found my suit folded neatly at the bottom with my webshooters on top. Aw, how sweet, someone had cared enough about it to treat it nicely.

I hoped in the box and changed into it as quickly as humanly possible, almost through muscle memory more than anything else. I discarded my Hydra clothes with barely a glance, good riddance. I had no time to savour the moment, even though I wanted to see if it was ripped or how much looser it might be on me if I had lost any weight, time was my enemy right now. If I was being honest I was surprised that my guards hadn't set off the alarm by now. I had "been in the bathroom" for more than five minutes! Well, okay I guess if it was closer to ten minutes they would have set off the alarm, but they would have at least shouted at me to hurry up by now.

My webshooters went on last and they clicked into place snugly. I grinned, I was going to get out of this hell hole. None of these Hydra dogs were going to stop me.

I got back out and thwipped a web up at the ceiling by the vent entrance. It hit with a quiet 'thunk' and when I gave it a small tug it held well. Huh, time in the canisters didn't seem to deteriorate the quality of them. I tugged myself up and crawled into the vent. Before I placed the vent back in I pulled all of the webbing into the vent to hide that as best as I could, instead of letting it hang down and alerting anyone by accident. I then put the grate back and webbed two corners to keep it in place instead of bothering to replace the screws. I would be out of here in under an hour, surely, and even if I didn't the alarm would be raised before it was an issue.

Now, where to go from here? I could head straight for an entrance right now but if I did Hydra would still have everything on me and this project stored in their system... I should delay this as long as possible and hopefully prevent anyone else from suffering the same fate as me. It was the right thing to do.

Mind made up, I quickly began to crawl in the right direction, mentally keeping a track of how long I had 'been in the bathroom.' As soon as the alarms went off I couldn't exactly be subtle, I couldn't try to hide as much as I was doing currently. When it went off I would have to drop whatever I was doing and get out of here as soon as possible.

I crawled up to the vent over the IT room. There were people sitting and working on computers. If I dropped into there the alarm would be raised. If I kept on going I would maybe have a few more minutes to get out of here before an alarm was raised. Should I risk it? I could be putting everything at risk for someone I might not ever know in the long run. And I guess it could benefit me too but I really had no idea how big my contribution would be if they ever completed this project.

But, I was a hero. I couldn't not do this, no matter the personal cost to me. It was what I should do.

I hated being a hero sometimes.

I went through the same process with the vent that I had done with the one above the storage room, except this time I was being more wary of anyone hearing and looking up. If someone did I would just have to punch through and begin fighting. Over the minute it took to get the vent loose and in beside me, no one noticed. I carefully examined the room, watching the IT people clicking away, what was my strategy going to be?

If I went in fighting I could maybe stop anyone from raising the alarm before I got out of there. What was I even planning on doing anyway? I wasn't skilled enough to send a virus through the systems. I couldn't smash all the computers either because there would no doubt be more across the base.

I lowered my head through the opening so I could see the whole of the room. I looked around and found a room separated by a wall of glass with a small sign labelled 'servers' on the door. If I smashed those that could get rid of the information for good! But, wait. There were a lot of rows to try and smash through. I would be stopped before I was halfway through. Hmm.

What if I gave it a venom blast? That should wipe the information and it should take way less effort or time to do. Perfect.

Well, maybe I didn't even need to take down the IT people. If I got past them quick enough I could get out of there before any guards were able to stop me. It shouldn't matter too much if the alarm was set off because if I was correct my guards would be setting off the alarm in less than a minute anyway. I could escape pretty quickly through the vents anyway, right? No one else but me would be able to move them as quickly, right?

I closed my eyes, inhaled, then dropped into the room. There were several shouts of alarm as people saw me. I ignored them in favour of running towards the servers and slammed my shoulder into the door. It broke off its hinges and fell to the ground with a thud. I stepped over it, resisting the urge to stop and marvel at the rows upon rows of servers. It was amazing! I wondered what brand what supplied them all of them, how they were built... but now was not the time.

I sighed and reached forward to venom blast them when everything went red and alarms started blaring. I only paused for one second more before I touched it with two fingers and sent a venom blast through the systems. Sparks flew all along the rows and it was pretty obvious that I had done some pretty bad damage.

I then turned around and began to run back to the vent but one of the IT people tried to tackle me just before I reached it. I dodged out of the way and went to jump up but suddenly my spider-sense went off loudly as guards ran in, screaming at me to get to the ground.

I narrowed my eyes, ignoring the growing panic. I had gotten this far, I wasn't going to let them stop me now. I made a split second decision and jumped up into the vent, scrambling to pull my whole body in. My spider-sense blared and I gripped the metal as hard as I could as someone grabbed my foot. They yanked my foot but I kept my grip and tried to shake them off. I gritted my teeth and began to pull myself in further.

Surely the guards, with all their heavy armour, guns and everything, wouldn't be able to crawl in here like I can? They would be too large to fit in here, let alone crawl through.

I let go of one hand and put it as far forward as I could and gripped. I then did the same with my right hand and then pulled myself forward. The guard gave a shout of alarm and then there were two more sets of arms holding on to me, trying to tug me down.

I couldn't really win this way, they could administer something if given long enough. I thought about it for a moment, then I got an idea. Maybe I could venom blast them through my leg? I had no idea if I could do it this way, but there was no time like the present.

I bit my lip and sent one coursing down my body and to where they had a grip on me. There were three cries of pain and I pulled myself all the way into the vent. I rapidly crawled forward and as soon as the vent branched up I took the chance and decided to crawl up there. If I kept on going through the vents on this level to try and find or get to a more convenient exit they could follow me through the sound of me moving through here. I reached up and began my journey up.

I couldn't believe that it had taken them less than twenty seconds for them to reach my location and nearly take me down. How the hell was I supposed to escape when they could converge on me that quickly? I couldn't, as simple as that. When I got out of this place I would have to be as sneaky as possible and keep my trail hard to follow.

Except, if I was trying to be sneaky they might pounce on me and I would be backed up against a wall. And everyone here was probably trained to try there hardest to keep me here on this base. I would have to tread a very fine line between being invisible to them and fast enough to run if they caught up with me. I could burn that bridge when I got to it, now was not the time to be stressing over it.

The vent was pretty tall and by the time I had passed five levels I had realised that maybe I wasn't exactly where I thought I had been on the map. With the blaring of the alarms serving as background music, I realised that... maybe the map had been a little out of date because there hadn't been a vent that went up this high on it. I turned around so my back was sticking to the wall and looked up until my head was hitting the wall.

I squinted as I saw something... bright? It didn't seem like a torch, it was too soft of a light to be that. And it wasn't moving around like it would be doing if someone was trying to figure out what the little blob on the vent wall was. The light seemed to be up about... twenty-five to thirty levels up. This would be a pain.

I began to crawl up when I remembered that I was wearing webshooters and that they could easily get me up there much faster. Man, they made life so much easier.

I pointed them up, not bothering to aim because I couldn't properly see the top anyway, and shot a web as far up as it let me. As soon as I felt the web hit something up there I tugged on it to make sure it was holding before pulling myself up. What would have taken me a full minute or two had been slimmed down to twenty seconds at the most! I was really glad I had chanced it and grabbed them now.

As I reached the very top I squinted my eyes and struggled to adjust to the sunlight. My eyes stung with the effort and I had to look down again and give myself a few seconds before I tried again. Wasn't I supposed to be sleeping right now? Why was it day? I would think about that later.

The sun here was blinding, as the trees here seemed to be spread far apart from one another across a sandy grassy plain. I peered out, squinting, and faintly in the distance, I spotted what looked like mountains covered in a green, lush rainforest, its trees stretching high up into the sky. Immediately ahead of me, around three full-length buses if I was right, was the start of the tree-line. If I could even call it that with how spread apart the trees were.

I was in a... what was the word. I studied this in Geography! Sahara? No that's the name of a desert I'm pretty sure. Hmm. Savannah! That was it.

Oh crap, I was in a freaking savannah.

I ducked back down further so I was back in the darkness. If I tried to run that distance I would be taken down no doubt. They didn't even have a fence! It was almost like they had expected me to escape through the vents. I thought back to the map. So if I couldn't escape through the vents, since there was no cover at all nor was there a way to swing to safety, what could I do? Maybe when I reached that rainforest I could swing around but until then I couldn't.

Hmm.

No, that was ridiculous. I didn't even know how to properly work them!

But after a moment of pondering it was still the best idea I had. Which wasn't saying much.

I was going to escape on a motorbike.