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Warnings: Torture of a minor.

Peter ran.

He ran and didn't look back.

His entire body felt slightly sore and it must have been either early morning or late evening, because there was very little light, but he ignored all of it, focusing simply on getting as far from the facility as he could. Once he was back with the Avengers, he could focus on taking them down. For now, he just needed to get away. He was nothing against them by himself, but once he had the rest of the Avengers, they would be a force to be reckoned with.

He just needed to get to them and away from HYDRA. He hadn't thought that they would just let him escape but he was hoping that it would take them a bit to start going after him. He wanted to get a bit of a distance between the two of them, get a head start. As long as he could get somewhere to alert the Avengers to his location, he would be fine. Once he could contact Tony, he would be safe. If he could just get far enough away from them…

Apparently, he couldn't do that.

His spider sense went off and he dove to the side as a dart suddenly zoomed past him.

HYDRA was right behind him. They must have gathered together much faster than he thought they would. He had underestimated them.

Another barrage of darts headed straight for him, forcing him to hit the ground in order to avoid all of them. He shot his webshooter at a nearby tree and swung up onto a branch. There was too much open space on the ground for him to continue running. One of those darts would surely hit him if he did.

He cursed softly under his breath, heart beating furiously. If he was going to get out of here, he would have to lose them. He couldn't escape if they continued using those darts. There had to be at least a dozen HYDRA agents on his tail and if one of those darts hit him, he was going to be out like a light. If he could just get away…

His suit, bloodied and ripped, did not blend well in the trees so hiding was not going to be a possibility. So, instead, he shimmied across a branch and hopped onto another tree, then hopped along another one.

"Okay, Rue. I see the appeal to this," he muttered under his breath, and a small, almost hysterical laugh escaped his lips. This was not the time to be thinking about the Hunger Games, not when he was running for his life.

The longer he started jumping onto branches, the easier it became. He had a rather good advantage, as he was able to stick to the branches, so falling was unlikely.

The plan was to hopefully hide as much from them as possible. They would not be looking into the trees, too focused on the ground, so it would hopefully take them a bit longer to find him.

Sadly, that didn't seem to work as well as he had wished. His spider sense screamed at him as dozens of darts lodged themselves into nearby trees, just barely missing him.

"Okay," he whispered to himself as he continued, jumping from tree to tree at a faster pace, "Use the trees and branches as shields. You can do this, Peter. You've dealt with worse. Just channel your inner Captain America."

He had dealt with worse. His spider sense and flexibility was enough to help him dodge the darts. This was nothing compared to some of the things that he had dealt with.

Or, at least, it would be nothing if those darts were all that they had on them. But this was HYDRA, and there was a reason that they were so powerful.

His spider sense hit him full force so hard that he missed the branch that he was running towards and fell, body hitting the ground hard. A small groan escaped his lips, breath forced out of him, but he desperately tried to pull himself to his feet and continued running. He didn't have time for-

A round device that looked almost like a grenade landed right next to his head, letting out small beeps that steadily increased in speed. His spider sense was blaring so hard that he knew he would have headache when this was over.

Scrambling to his feet, he tried to put as much space between himself and the grenade-like object.

The beeps quickened until there was suddenly a soft click.

For a long moment, nothing seemed to happen, but Peter continued running as fast as he could.

Then, he suddenly began to feel tired. He noticed a purple gas beginning to surround him. A cough escaped his lips as his legs gave out, sending him into a crumpled heap of limbs on the dirt. Coughs racked his body and black spots covered his vision.

He couldn't move.

A groan escaped his lips. His senses were beginning to dim but he could hear footsteps approaching him. Panic gripped his heart as he glanced up drowsily.

He almost didn't recognize her. She was dressed in her usual white lab coat, but there was a gas mask covering her face. He didn't even realize that it was his torturer until she walked up to him, hooking her fingers under his arms and lifting him into her arms.

He could do nothing to escape from her. Whatever was the gas that had escaped from whatever it was that they had thrown at him was pulling him into the dark abyss of unconsciousness.

As she began to walk back to the facility, he felt his hope drain away. His eyes closed and a small groan escaped his lips as he slipped away into the abyss.

"Sir?"

JARVIS' voice broke through his restless slumber easily. He frowned lightly, turning on his bed and burying his head under his pillow. Tony had only been asleep for maybe three hours and it was rather hard to pull himself to awareness, "I thought you wanted me to sleep, J?"

"Sir? I have spotted some suspicious activity that could concern Mister Parker."

That jerked him awake. He shot up in bed, stumbling out of it, "What is it?"

A hologram suddenly appeared. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and glanced, confused at the footage.

It was the outside of one of the suspected HYDRA facilities. Tony had been keeping an eye on it but he had not managed to get any security footage that showed anything besides the occasional person walking down a hallway and the outside of the building.

He noticed that the security footage was timestamped for a few hours prior, meaning that whatever JARVIS was showing him had happened recently and-

His thoughts were cut off as a red laser, identical to the one that Coulson had used to shoot a hole through his wall (something that Tony was still not happy about), cut through the concrete walls. Tony leaned forward, fascinated. There was a long pause after the laser initially went off before it did so again, and then it was cutting a large hole in the wall.

The concrete slab that it had come out fell to the ground and only moments later, Tony saw a familiar figure hop out of the hole and take off at a run towards the trees.

Tony stared, wide eyed, and said, "Rewind the footage" as Peter's bloodied form disappeared into the trees.

JARVIS did so and the footage went back until it showed Peter hopping out of the wall.

"Pause it," Tony said quickly.

He walked up closer, "Zoom in on Peter."

JARVIS followed his order and the camera zoomed in. Tony stared, both horror and relief flooding through him at the photo of him. He had definitely been tortured. There were faint burn marks on his body and his suit, which had been cut through and obviously stabbed multiple times, was bloody and torn. His hair was dirty and messy and his skin was pale, with dried blood staining it. He looked like a mess.

Still, he was alive.

"He escaped," he whispered softly, staring at the picture.

"Sir," JARVIS spoke up, sounding almost regretful, "Mister Parker did not escape. May I have permission to continue the footage?"

The words sent a shiver of disappointment and worry through him but he muttered softly, "Yes."

The footage continued. Tony watched as Peter disappeared into the trees once more and then, only moments later, dozens of HYDRA agents, wearing gas masks for some odd reason, began chasing after him.

The moment the HYDRA agents were out of view, JARVIS sped up the footage. About twenty minutes was shown passing on the timestamp before the footage slowed as the HYDRA agents returned, Peter's unconscious body being carried in one of their arms.

Tony cursed loudly at the sight of Peter. He looked weak and beaten.

He was going to have fun taking down HYDRA.

"JARVIS," he said loudly, not taking his eyes off of Peter's form, "Give me the address of this facility. Now."

It didn't take long for the Avengers to meet up in the conference room.

Clint hadn't even bothered to change into his uniform, instead dawning black sweat pants and a purple T-shirt that he had worn to bed. Natasha's appearance was a stark contrast to him, as she was in uniform, complete with several knives and guns. Both looked thirsty for blood.

Bucky was there as well, seated solemnly and waiting for instructions beside Steve, who was already wearing his uniform, his shield resting beside his chair. Bruce, like Clint, was still in his pajamas, his hair messy but eyes alert. Sam was suited up, a firm look over his face. Thor was standing, Mjolnir in his hands. It had taken Tony a bit to get into contact him, but he had arrived as soon as he had, ready to help Spiderman.

Deadpool, much to everyone's silent annoyance, was currently taking over the microwave, heating up a chimichanga, while Daredevil stood in the corner, eyes downcast yet he seemed tense and focused.

"The X-Men are going to be here, soon. I'm going to send them the address and they'll meet us there," Tony spoke up, standing at the edge of the conference table, "JARVIS has located Peter through some security cameras that we hacked. He attempted an escape using that pen of Coulson's, though he was caught again. The attempt gave us his location, though, so once we're all prepared, we are going to save him."

There was a moment of stunned silence, but it was short. They were superheroes, and they did not waste time. Especially when it concerned one of their own. Even Deadpool, who had pulled his mask slightly up to revealed a heavily scarred face, and was munching on his food, was quiet.

"Is he okay?" Steve asked, eyebrows furrowed in worry. He gripped his shield tightly and there was a dark look in his eye that Tony had never seen before.

Tony took a deep breath and grimaced gently. He hesitated, pondering over if he should show the clip or not, before deciding that his team deserved to see it just as much as he had, maybe even more. Steve, especially, deserved to know what state his charge was in.

"JARVIS," he spoke up after a short pause of deliberation, "Roll the footage."

A hologram appeared, and the team, plus the newcomers, watched silently as Peter attempted his escape, only to be caught by HYDRA moments later. Steve winced at the sight of Peter when he hopped through his newly-created hole. The torn and bloody uniform, as well as the not-yet healed bruises that littered his body, did not reassure him at all and only proved to fuel the anger of the team.

Deadpool rubbed his hands together, though, seemingly gleeful and pulled out his swords, "Time for murder."

"Not yet," Natasha said sharply, glaring at the red-clad man distrustfully, "Put the swords away until we get there."

Tony didn't blame her distrust of Deadpool. He didn't trust him either. He knew what Deadpool had done, how many people he had killed. Tony knew that the man was only helping them because he was paying him. He would do anything for money.

Tony would pay as much as he had to in order to have the man on their side of this one. Deadpool was ruthless and immortal. He could take dozens of gunshots and keep walking. He was going to be very useful in this rescue mission.

Once it was over, Tony would give him the money and hope that he never saw the crazed man again.

"Is everyone ready?" Steve spoke up before Deadpool had a time to respond to Natasha, as he looked like he really wanted to. Once everyone nodded, he said, "Let's go."

When Peter woke up, he was, yet again, sprawled out on the table, restraints holding his arms and legs down. However, there were a few things that were different. His suit was gone entirely now, leaving him in only his boxers. The room that he was in was not the same one as before, and this time it was completely bare san the table that he lay on. It was dark, the only light coming from a window near the ceiling that was too small for him to fit through.

There was no table filled with the torture devices. There was no sign of his webshooters or that pen that had helped him with his escape…

Except he hadn't escaped.

They had caught him.

He was still trapped.

A sigh escaped his lips as he trailed his eyes to the ceiling, defeated. He'd been so close to escaping, to going home. It wouldn't have been long before he would have been able to contact the Avengers, have them pick him up, and then they could have taken down the HYDRA base.

He was so stupid. He should have known not to try escaping before having a better plan. He'd gone in it blind. He'd gotten himself caught.

He tugged on the restraints yet again but they didn't even budge. He had been drugged and he knew it. His entire body felt sluggish and his vision was slightly blurred. They had given him quite a bit of it this time. He wondered how long he had been out of it. He sincerely hoped that it hadn't been long. He wanted to be able to know how long he had been missing.

A hopeless feeling filled his body. His eyes fluttered closed and he focused on his breathing, guilt and dread feeling like lead weights at the bottom of his stomach.

HYDRA was going to turn him into a weapon. He just knew it. He was going to be like Bucky, before they had saved him. He knew the stories. He was going to try and kill his family.

Try. He kept repeating that word over and over in his mind. He highly doubted that he could actually bring them much harm. Sure, he was powerful, but he was nothing against the rest of the Avengers. They would easily be able to hold their own against him, so he had no reason to worry about that.

But he was, because he didn't know what he would do if he hurt one of them. He knew that HYDRA would train him to kill and he knew that he wouldn't be able to stop it.

Bucky was living proof of that.

It felt like forever, as Peter laid there on the table, eyes closed and breathing slowly getting faster and faster until he was practically hyperventilating, images of himself killing one of his teammates speeding through his mind.

The door opened, light flooded into the room, and his heart skipped a beat, a trickle of fear sliding down his spine. He hated that. He hated that this woman had made him scared of her. He was Spiderman. He wasn't supposed to be scared.

"Hello, my Spider," the woman said with a wide smirk. She strolled towards him, the door shutting. The light immediately vanished and for a moment, he couldn't see her and his heart felt like it was in his throat before she appeared in front of his face, his eyes just barely able to pick up the outline of her body, "You've been a very bad boy."

His heart felt like it was trying to leave for vacation. He stared at the woman, eyes wide, head swimming. He didn't say anything.

"You can't leave us," she said quietly, voice sounding like ice. His eyes flickered down and he saw the outline of a knife in her hands. She lifted it slowly, pressing it against his exposed stomach and slowly dragging down. He hissed in pain and closed his eyes, biting his tongue so that he would stay silent, "You're never leaving us."

He took several breaths, trying to keep himself calm. She brought the knife up to his shoulder, sliding it down slowly. She leaned in closer, watching as his blood slid down his pale skin in the dark. There was a sickly fascinated look over her face.

"You can't escape," she continued. Her eyes trailed upwards to him, "They won't find you. You are ours."

With one quick movement, she lifted the knife in the air and brought it down hard onto his lower stomach. He gasped as he felt the knife sink into the skin. Pain blossomed over his lower stomach again as she wrenched the knife out. He felt blood dripping down his stomach and he swallowed hard, breaths coming out in sharp gasps and tears beginning to slip down his cheeks.

"You really thought you could get away, didn't you?" she whispered into his ear, her fingers grabbing onto his hair and pulling it hard. He winced, barely even acknowledging her actions. His eyes trailed downwards in his sockets and his mouth fell open slightly, a silent cry escaping.

"I'm going to have quite a bit of fun with your punishment," she continued to whisper, a low laugh entering his ears and sending shivers of fear down his spine, "Are you ready?"

He refused to answer, clamping his mouth shut and staring intently at the ceiling. She let out a growl of annoyance and let go of his hair suddenly, pushing his head back so it slammed into the metal table. A dull pain sprung up.

There was a moment of silence. Light filled the room again, left, and then returned moments later. The only sound was footsteps as the woman left the room and reentered, this time with two other HYDRA agents.

He turned his head slightly to see them. It was two men, both dawning lab coats like the woman was. One carried an object that he couldn't see very well in the dark and even when they flicked the light on. By the time his eyes adjusted, he didn't have time to even speak. A rag was placed over his mouth and then the woman was ordering the men to pour water over it.

He was drowning. He could not breathe. His body jerked as he attempted to make them move the rag but he was held down by the restraints. Panic overwhelmed his body and he shook his head desperately, only to feel rough hands grab his head and force it to stay still.

The rag was gone after a moment, just when he thought that he couldn't take it anymore, and he gasped for air. He felt the woman dig the knife into his shoulder and a scream escaped his lips, only for the rag to be placed over his mouth yet again and water to be poured over it.

A cycle began to start. He didn't have time to think. He could practically feel his healing factor struggling to repair the damages being brought to it. Every time the rag was lifted off of his mouth, giving him precious air, the knife dug into his body yet again.

He wondered how much blood he could lose. What was Spiderman's limit? It was more than the average human but the average human would have been dead by now.

The knife dug into his thigh and he cried out, air being pulled from his lungs at the sudden pain once more. His mind was blank, the only thing filling it being pain now. He couldn't even do anything but gasp and cry.

They didn't even ask questions this time. This was torture for torture's sake. There was no attempts to get information out of him. They were punishing him for his attempted escape. They were simply trying to make him suffer.

He wasn't sure how long this went on before he lost consciousness, the entire world slipping away from his grip on it.

His lost thought was of his Aunt May, and whether or not he was about to see her.

It took way too long for them to arrive at the HYDRA base, in Steve's opinion. He was tense with worry. Not only was Peter in there, injured and in serious danger, but Bucky had insisted on coming along to rescue their teammate… and Bucky had never been on a mission with them.

It had been Bruce's idea not to let Bucky come along until they could be sure that he wouldn't go all Winter Soldier on everyone. Bruce, who had experience with the Hulk, had convinced all of them that it would be safer for everyone to keep him on the sidelines, where it was unlikely that he could be triggered by something and start trying to attack them. Steve had tried to convince his friend to do the same this time.

He hadn't been able to. This time, it was personal for Bucky. He had grown close to Peter and was not about to let them rescue the boy without him. He was going to help, even if they were going to be walking into a HYDRA base.

It was dangerous. It was risky.

Yet, Tony had been the one to give in, stressing to Steve that they might need him. Bucky had been trained to kill and he would have no problem taking out HYDRA agents, due to how much he despised them.

They were not going to be merciful with them. He was Captain America, known for his morals, but there was not going to be any protests coming from him when some of the HYDRA agents fell, and he didn't care how much his team made them suffer.

Not when Peter was in there.

Not when they kidnapped him.

Not when they tortured him.

The jet landed nearby the base, just far enough so that they wouldn't be spotted, and the team piled out immediately. Deadpool, looking rather excited, had his swords out and was literally bouncing on his toes.

They were not the first ones there. When they exited the jet, Steve immediately headed over towards the X-Men.

"Glad you could help," he said with a nod. There was no time for idle chat, "Has Tony already filled you in with the details?"

There was a nod that came from each of them. Wolverine was shooting glares at Deadpool. Steve did not question it.

There was a low rumbling sound. Steve glanced up, briefly alarmed, worried that HYDRA might have seen them and had come to attack, but the only thing that he saw was a man, wearing armor similar to the Iron Man suit, fly towards them, and landing next to Tony.

"Ah, Rhodey," Tony's face mask came up and he smiled, "Ready for some action?"

James Rhodes. Steve had only met the man a handful of times and he hadn't seen the man in quite a while.

There wasn't any time for catching up.

"Is that everyone, Tony?" he questioned. At the nod that he received from the man, he continued, "Alright. Our main priority is getting Spiderman," he said quickly, "Get in and find him."

He quickly dispersed out Com systems for everyone to wear, quickly regretting it once Deadpool began talking, and gave out his orders.

It was time to bring back their spider.

Author's Note: Hope you guys enjoyed this one! Things are starting to go down. Some characters showed up here, though we didn't really get to see them for very long. That will change this next chapter. I promise.

Some of you guys realized that Peter didn't escape. I wasn't as sneaky as I thought I was with the title.

The next chapter should be out by the end of the month.

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