Project Alpha

Ch. 9 - Successful Failure

**So... I just started watching Agents of SHIELD. Three episodes in and I love it. Highly recommend and sorry for this chapter taking longer than usual!

"What were you thinking, Aльфа?!" Pietro and Wanda glared at Peter, who sat cross-legged in a chair, being grilled by a Hydra officer. "You could've been caught! Everything we've done for you could've been lost."

The man was pissed. His hand traced over the scar plastered on Peter's bare cheek. Then without warning, he smacked him, hard. The wound started bleeding again, but nobody made any move to control or stop it.

Peter gritted his teeth and shrugged, "Well, I'm fine. We can have another attempt at the mission! Preferably like, right now, please?"

"That's the most reasonable thing you've said all day, Aльфа." The guard was about to add on to whatever he was saying, but Wanda quickly interjected.

"You have to wipe it again. It remembers everything, unfortunately." Peter returned her glare. He had been hoping that he could defect from Hydra during the mission by overpowering the twins, and then running back to Bucky- and his mom? The word sounded weird- so carefree.

"I see... It's the boy getting in the way of Aльфа." He paused for a moment, weighing Hydra's options to ensure that failure wasn't available anymore, then said, "We must obliterate him- Peter."

Peter didn't even try to defend himself, seeing as it would be like arguing against an idiot. Instead, he allowed himself to be dragged back to one of the many labs.

The cold metal that made up the helmet made contact with the top of Peter's head. The guard quickly adjusted the two straps, tightening it around the boy's head in an iron grip.

Meanie was about to flick the lever that would erase Peter permanently, but his hand jerked away when the alarms suddenly blared. His ears started ringing and he covered them with his hands.

That's when he noticed that Peter was absent from the chair he was previously strapped onto. That was also the last thing he saw before greeting impending darkness.

"Rule one: Beatings make you stronger, embrace them."

Peter inwardly laughed at his joke and reached up to undo the ties locking the helmet in place. He knew he didn't have long before someone was sent to check on them. There was probably another person stationed right outside the doors.

The helmet came off and fell to the floor. A dull thud sounded and perfectly synced with the sirens ringing throughout the air. It reminded Peter that time was of the essence. "Thing was squeezing my brain..."

Although, he did have the time to punch out a few monitors, ridding them of whatever information they displayed. He wondered what set the alarms off so suddenly...

He hastily snuck out of the room right before an armed man came in to investigate. Once he realized what happened, he shouted a string of angry Russian curses and told the others through a walkie-talkie.

Peter continued through the hall, occasionally knocking out a guard or two. He mostly strayed away from confrontation, but sometimes it was necessary in order to succeed his goals. He also took a knife, just in case.

He found staircases that went up and down, and the brunette always took the ones leading to the surface level. At least, he assumed they were underground due to the lack of windows.

The alarms still wailed and gunshots were constantly being fired. Peter didn't know what was happening, maybe something went wrong in a new human experiment?