Escaping was not an option.
It never was.
The first time he tried to escape from his prison, he ended up being knocked out and woke up with a bomb strapped to his neck.
The event had taken place moments mere hours (or was it days?) after he was abducted from the streets of New York.
And all of it was done to ask a question.
Terrified that they force him to answer and the consequences should he talk, Peter had tried to run. He must have shown some superhuman ability, or otherwise Peter would not have found himself with a new accessory. Peter's collar was fitted tightly onto his neck, and he was given four very important rules that he must remember.
Should he try to leave the compound- boom.
Should he move without an escort- boom.
Should he try to harm anyone of importance- boom.
Should he piss them off- boom.
Yet, it did not end there.
HYDRA was a lot of things, but being stupid was not one of them. The moment they realized that they had a super powered teenager on their hands, they used it to their full advantage.
Clamoring about how much potential he had, the continued twittering about scientific research, and the good of all mankind, Peter knew was stuck. And that was without the existence of question in the mix.
It had became horribly clear that escaping alive was not an option. Death on the other hand, however, remained a viable option.
Peter had long lost his will to live. To continue living in his prison was impossible- Peter feels himself slowly cracking and falling apart under HYDRA's loving hand. To tear him apart and to rebuild him to their masterpiece, their monster. (ButYouAlreadyKnowHowToBeAMonster-Don'tYou?)
The urge to end it all is constantly there in the back of his mind, popping up during his darkest hours.
And it is an urge that keeps growing.
Some days, Peter fantasies running off to the sunset and to just going-
-boom.
To disappear in a wave fine red mist. The only sign of life being rust coloured stains and a janitor's cursing words as he labours away.
A final sign of protest.
Because seriously, blood is a bitch to get off of clothing.
Even though Peter's mind drift to such grim thoughts, he knew that he would never do it. A fact that does not have anything to do with Peter's will to live. Nothing like that at all.
Peter had long accepted the fact that he will die. Not today, and possibly not tomorrow- but something that will inevitably will happen in the end of all things. Death is the unknown, but it would be peaceful. No more human torment- no guilt or worries (NoMorePain).
Peter is more than ready for death's all consuming embrace.
But Peter must be freed first.
Because they wouldn't know what had happened to him.
Not Gwen. Not Aunt May. Not Uncle Ben.
A boy who disappeared without a trace and without a ripple. And they would be waiting their entire lives to find the answer or a body to bury- that is something that Peter could not live with (no matter how short his life would be).
Peter already has enough guilt to deal with.
A/N: Funny story- this was not originally meant to be chapter 6. I actually had another chapter that I was working on until I realized that I need this chapter to address certain plot points and to set certain things up.
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