Chapter 4
"This Spiderman is quite resilient," Jemma says uneasily. She's about two hours into the video and is certainly not enjoying herself as much as she taught she would.
"Indeed he is." Vision says. "He fought valiantly in Germany."
"You wouldn't happen to have any DNA samples for me?" She asks. "That would help me better analyze his capabilities and estimate the state of his health as well as make projections."
"I'm afraid I do not, but I can see if Tony Stark has any." Vision answers leaving the lab to go and look for the inventor.
Jemma looks back at the screen. She has paused the recording to write down some notes. Using the vital readings she had been able to deduce it was likely that this Spiderman was underweight and most likely dehydrated upon capture. This is certainly not going to help him. There was still a live stream being broadcasted, but there had been no movement for several hours. It appeared some healing had already occurred in the past few hours, but nothing major. Looking through Spiderman's recent medical records she calculated he typically healed at 5 times the rate of a normal human being. This was good news. However, there is a downside to super human's healing abilities. If he were to heal incorrectly, the damage would only be multiplied. Luckily lacerations and burns were the only damage they were dealing with right now. Jemma hopes that is all they will have to deal with, but she has seen this sort of thing before. It will get worse, much worse before it gets any better.
"Remind me why we are doing this?" Sam asks Hawkeye over the coms. "Wanda and I been watching these two elderly people in this retirement home the last 3 hours and the only thing exciting that has happened is the old woman dropped a bingo piece."
"The people you two are watching are Linda and Eric Sherwood are the subject's parents," Clint explains. "I am watching Elli Jenson, the subject's, from what I have gathered best and only friend. According to Tiffany Sherwood's phone records anyways."
"Yeah, I got that, but why are we watching them? How does this help us find the kid?" Sam clarifies.
"Becuase, contrary to what that psycho would like you to believe, Tiffany Sherwood is not a dominant personality. She does not have the ability to live all these years without consistent human contact. She would not have been able to do any of this without a partner, a more domineering one most likely.
"Great, so we are waiting to see if this Sherwood woman comes to visit either of these people?" Sam questions.
"Yes and no." Clint answers. "We'll wait to see if she comes to us, but if she doesn't then we are going to have to use more enhanced techniques."
"Enhanced?" Wanda gulps. "Does that mean torture! You want us to torture an innocent pair of elderly people!"
"I didn't say anything about torture or wanting you to do anything, just that we might need to make contact with our subject." Clint clarifies. "But let's just hope it doesn't get to that point."
"Agent Simmons asked me to ask you if you had a sample of Spiderman's DNA." VIsions states walking into Tony's computer lab.
"I don't," Tony answers flatly not looking up from the computer screen. Vision, sensing the obvious tension in the room, simply nods and turns around, but before he could exit a shrill voice interrupts him.
"I'm baaaaacccckkkkk!" The psych woman sings walking back onto the screen. "How's the search coming Iron Man?"
"Crazy ass bitch," Tony mutters under his breath.
"I guess we should continue round two of this little game of modern female empowerment."
"There is nothing empowering about this." Daisy grumbles.
Tiffany turns her back on the camera and walks over to the sleeping teen. She had herself a nice little nap prior to this. She is recharged, refueled and ready for action. Hopefully, the little Spider was ready as well. The dingy room brought the psychopath comfort. This is where could show the world her use. She picks up a lead pipe and places herself next to Peter.
"Wakey wakey, eggs and breaky." She sings, and in one quick second, Peter Parker awakens to the sound of his own scream as his kneecap is broken.
"Ahhhh, the sounds of progression."
"What the he-"
"Oh, nope, watch your vocabulary. You don't want mouth washed out with soap do you?" With that, Tiffany Sherwood begins round two of her little game, but this time with a different set of toys.
Poor Peter Parker never even got an answer to the question he spent the next several hours screaming.
