Ultimate Avenging Alliance Chapter 2 Incy-Wincy and Co.
Peter was little more than a ball of shivering human/spider flesh, despite the seven or so blankets he'd piled on top of himself. The tests had not been fun, partly because it had taken a while to work out that he was having a spidey-sense reaction to any needle, and they had to find a way to qualify the response in order to get an idea how toxic each substance was. Peter had been reduced to a quivering mess of nerves and fear by the time they'd chosen and administered a test substance.
He'd then been clapped in chains again, dragged back to the cell, and still not fed.
Admittedly, though, he might have trouble keeping anything down, the way his stomach was clenching.
Peter wasn't sure how long he'd been curled up there feeling sorry for himself when his senses gave the merest tingle. He poked his head out from under the blankets as the door was opened, and Bees One and Two pushed a figure into the cell.
A familiar figure.
A figure bound in metal cuffs and ankle chain.
The guy stumbled as Bee Two poked him with the business end of the tranq rifle, and went sprawling. One and Two retreated, and Bee Three appeared just long enough to shove in a cardboard box before the door slammed and the lock clicked.
Peter watched his new cellmate. He knew who the newcomer was, and the newcomer knew him, and if their captors knew who he was…
He sniffled noisily. The new guy looked up abruptly, still trying to get upright. "Who's there?"
Peter pushed aside some of his blankets. "Peter," he said. "Peter Parker. Spiderman."
"Matt Murdock. Daredevil." Matt reclaimed his customary dexterity and shuffled over to 'see' Peter. Neither of them would have given out both names if either captor or cellmate didn't know them, so they just needed to covertly explain there was no need for secrecy. "You okay, Spidey?" Matt asked. "Your heart's a bit erratic and I'm getting a fair bit of gurgling from your digestive system."
"They've tested some serums on me, so they didn't feed me," Peter moaned. "Not feeling good…"
Matt pressed a hand against Peter's forehead. "I'm not feeling a fever," he mused. "Let's get some fluids in you. Is there any water?"
"Cup by the sink," Peter mumbled. There was a sniff as Matt scented the air, and a minute later the sound of the tap. Matt's acute senses actually gave him a better 'picture' of his surroundings than a normal, seeing person, so was probably relieved he didn't have to hide it.
"Here you go." The cup was pressed awkwardly to Peter's lips, and he let Matt hold it for him – the cuffs pressed their wrists together, which was inconvenient.
"Thanks," Peter said, pushing himself up. "I do actually feel better now."
"Just remember you owe me when I'm the whimpering heap on the floor," Matt shrugged. "Smells like they've given us some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Want some?" He wrinkled his nose.
Peter crawled towards the box, found the sandwiches and dug in. "Finally," he mumbled. "You want one?"
Matt made a face. "Not really."
Peter frowned. "You got an allergy or something?"
"No, it's just…too many different tastes and textures." The Devil of Hell's Kitchen paced the cell, testing his restraints and scenting the air. "Tell me everything. It's been, what, three days?"
"Going on four," Peter corrected. He summarised the past few days morosely. "So, Bee One and Be Two were the ones who were dragging you; Two's the one who likes the rifle-"
"He smells of gunpowder and eagerness."
"-and Bee Three is the woman."
"So now I've got not-names to put to smells," Matt muttered. "I've met your guy Suit, by the way. He says he's sent Foggy a letter and check, which is probably going to make him panic."
"And the one he sent to Aunt May won't panic her?"
Matt snorted. "One, your Aunt doesn't know there's a good reason people might want to dissect you, and two, you 'furthering the cause of science' could easily be you getting a research job, which would fall within your skillset. I'm a lawyer, and Foggy knows about Daredevil."
Peter rooted around in the box a bit more. "Good news, they've actually given me a copy of their research so far." He pulled out a sheaf of papers.
"I didn't see that," Matt deadpanned.
"I'm giving you a dirty look."
"It's not impressing me." Matt dropped onto the blanket nest. "This room's near completely sound-proofed, and there are three cameras. None in the bathroom."
"Yeah, but light's too dim to see much," Peter groused.
The light intensity increased.
"We're being tragically denied steak dinner," Peter ventures.
Nothing happened.
"What are you trying?" Matt asked.
"Well, the lights came on," Peter pouted.
Matt snorted.
Peter let out a bark of laughter. "At least they've given me access to a lawyer."
"Not funny, Parker. Can you snap these ankle chains or something?"
"I've tried," Peter growled. "Dunno what it is, but I can't break it."
"I know I've smelt it somewhere before," Matt mused. "You read your research, would you?"
Peter stuck his tongue out.
"Still not impressed."
AN: Spidey not alone! Yay! Oh, wait.
Also today: Jason and the Argonauts, Black and Red, Little Bird's Vengeance, Ulitmate Writing Adventure.
Coming soon: Jason and the Argonauts, Black and Red, Little Bird's Vengeance, Ultimate Avenging Alliance, Ultimate Writing Adventure. Nag me if it takes more than a week.
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