"It's been two hours, what's taking you two so long?" Ava snapped into her communicator, sitting next to an unconscious Sam. "You two should have had him by now."

"A bit more difficult than you'd think," Power Man panted back, his fist slamming into the black clad being. They reminded him a lot of Venom, but much weaker, bone and strength wise. They were obvious prototypes, probably the very beginnings to a new mission in the future. But, unfortunately, the sheer number was staggering. Doc Ock had released more than a few in the beginning, and for the two boys, progress was slow. Every minion down meant two more on their way. They'd traveled a short distance in their time, and it was then Ava rolled her eyes.

"That's it, I'm coming down," She decided, ignoring the yells of protest from the two teens. Standing, she moved through the hospital room, walking over to the corner that the Iron Spider suit was standing patiently in. She's put it there after dropping Sam off, thinking that she wouldn't need it again. "I hate it when I'm wrong," She murmured. Reaching over, she pressed the small button located on the underside of the helmet, watching as the entire suit fell to pieces and re-commissioned around her. Feeling the eyes flick on, she looked around, letting out a sigh. "Who would have thought Parker was the mortar of the team?" She bit her bottom lip as she spoke, hating that the statement was proving to be true.

-0-0-

There was so much warmth that Peter had to open his eyes, just to make sure that the room he was in wasn't on fire. Blinking a few times, he let out a small cough, shifting under the blankets. Glancing around quickly, he let out a relieved sigh, thankful to be somewhere familiar. It was the Hellicarrier hospital wing. He'd been here tons, and last he could remember, Sam was here too. Suddenly, Peter sat up, now wondering how his friend was. Last he saw, the boy was. . . . . Well, let's just say 'a bit pale'. "Sam?" Peter asked, yawning as he stretched in the hospital bed. He flinched out of surprise when heard a few laughs from his friends, and when he looked over, he was surrounded by them. Ava and Danny on his right, and Luke and Sam on his left. The black haired boy nearly blushed as he shook his head, smiling.

"Morning, Web-Head," The boy grinned, nodding. "You took quite a hit from the Doc."

Shifting around, Peter's hands ran through his hair, over his throat before he moved his arms and legs. His brow furrowed after a moment, now confused. "I don't feel anything," said Peter, looking around the area once more. From here, he could see Danny, Ava and Luke, standing around the bed. Sam was sitting directly to his left, in a plastic chair. In fact, it was the same one as the night before, when they'd talked for hours. It looked as if it had been cut and pasted out of the memory, and this was a rather large red flag for the genius. The more he looked, the more things seemed off. Luke's nose was just a bit different, Danny's ears were too big, and Ava's eyes were shifting sizes. His eyes passed over one of the posters on the wall, but all of the letters were shifting, moving. HE couldn't read a single line without blinking. Turning back, he could feel a chill run down his spine. His Spidey-Sense wasn't going off, which sent him more on edge.

Noticing his friends' distress, Sam held his hands up. "That's because you're not awake, Parker. Actually, right now you're kind of on the brink."

"Brink? Brink of what?"

"Peter, listen," Danny started, his eyebrows sinking in an unnatural manner as his expression became pitying. "you need to wake up. You need to stay awake, lest you forget who you are. You'll lose yourself, and you need to stay awake. Please."

"Stay awake?" Feeing a sort of fear build up in his chest, he sat up a bit more. "I don't understand, where am-"

-0-0-

"I?" Peter croaked, feeling pain wash over him as his eyes opened just slightly.

"Mr. Parker. . . ." The villain nearly sang, giving Peter a small zap of electricity through the cords around his wrists. Peter snapped awake, his jaw clenching as he tried to wake up fully. He was hung by his wrists from his own Electro-Webbing. Thinking it over as he lolled his head back, he realized that it would have been almost Shakespearian if it didn't hurt so damn bad. Letting out a thick cough, Peter could feel that his face was uncovered, and his bottom lip was swollen.

"Ah, you're awake," The grown man smiled, his claws clicking. "You died, for a moment. But the heart is a funny thing. With just a small 'zap', it goes haywire."

"Wow, figure that out all by yourself?" Peter asked, sucking in a deep breath as he tried to touch the ground with his feet. When being met with air, he rolled his eyes. "And hung by my wrists? Your methods are so original. Maybe you should write a book."

This earned him another zap, and now he couldn't hide the pained yelp that left his mouth. "You have a smart mouth," The doctor commented, watching. "If you want, you can just ask for me to kill you now. It would be a lot less pain on your part, I must say."

"I'm not French, I don't admit defeat that easily." Peter managed to look around the small area, noticing that it looked almost like a cave. "Ah, look, under a rock. Just where you belong."

Smiling mockingly, Peter tried shifting his hand, only to be met with a burning ache. His webbing was cutting through the skin, so he resolved not to move in the slightest. Instead, he let his head drop, now observing through his eyelashes in a manner that made it look as if he was simply resting. Stealth was the only thing he had to his advantage at the moment, and even then, it wasn't much.

"Already tired?" The man retorted, stepping back slightly. Peter took a second to look around, feeling his breathing catch as he noticed Sam and Ava's items. They were sitting in a small indent that was carved into the wall, and draped over them were Peter's gloves. They were so close, it wouldn't be too hard to grab them if he could just. . .

The electricity that followed was enough to make Peter yell, subconsciously pulling on his arms and digging the wiring in deeper. He lifted his hands slightly after, winding his fingers around the threading to hold onto something. There was a slight burning smell in the air, but Peter still managed to look down, giving a shaky and exhausted smile.

"I must say, I smell delicious when I'm cooked up." He inhaled deeply after he spoke, letting out a dramatic sigh. "Although, a bit of salt would be nice."

Being struck wasn't something that he anticipated, but when a claw swiped across his chest, ripping his outfit and tearing his skin, his eyes widened as deep red bloomed, darkening the material. "You need to mind your elders," Doc Ock hissed, sitting back. "Then again, I suppose you'll always be stubborn. Honestly, even when it comes to dying, you're slow."

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((So the next chapter may be the last (probably not) and I have missed writing so much oh my goodness. So that may even be uploaded today, seeing as I want to finish this (really, I'm pretty much just reading this along with you guys). So look out for updates, don't forget to R&R and I love you guys. Seriously, you're all fabulous))