Stories Focussed On Spider-Man

Hydra

Info: Avengers work with but dunno who SM is... Warning: this one's kinda dark, too. I mean, the title IS 'Hydra', so what did you expect? But, it isn't as bad as Vibranium, I suppose. That's just my opinion tho.

A lot can happen in a week. In a week, Peter Parker said goodbye to his parents when they went on vacation only for them to crash. In a week, Peter gained his best friend and his biggest bully. In a week, his spider-powers set in. In a week, he got in a fight with his uncle which ended up in his uncle getting shot and Peter learning an important moral lesson that led him to become a superhero. In a week, Peter was kidnapped, tortured, and rescued from Hydra.

Yeah, okay, that last one wasn't the happiest example. Nothing good came out of that misfortune within the week. It was actually the week after.

See, the Avengers were their when Spider-Man, the superhero Peter had become, was taken by the nefarious organization bent on world domination called Hydra. They had actually been on a mission to take down one of their bases when they underestimated the guard strength in the West wing of the building. One of Hydra's goons was about to snatch Bucky when the vigilante pushed the assassin to safety only to get taken instead. It was pretty dramatic, too. There was a lot of screaming and stabbing, just a typical dramatic kidnapping.

And, as previously stated, it took a week for the Avengers to rescue their comrade. So, while most of his classmates went on vacations, Spider-Man got a week-long trip to Torture Town, including permanent souvenirs that snaked down his body and a memorable "PROPERTY OF HYDRA" tatoo. As much fun as it was, he decided against going back.

Spider-Man was barely conscious when a loud shot echoed through the halls of the holding facility he was trapped in. More shots followed the first. He closed his eyes beneath his still-present mask (apparently they could care less about who was behind the mask as long as he felt pain) and only let them fly open when the metal door slammed open.

"Webby?" Hawkeye gasped when he saw the state of his friend.

"I'll cover the hall, free the Webhead," Black Widow ordered before running back into the chaos.

Spider-Man tried to say something, anything, but it came out as more of a wheeze than actual words. He just hoped his horrid breathing conveyed how thankful he was that Clint was there. Moments later, the archer had used the keys hooked on the wall to undo the vibranium cuffs and was helping the arachnid sit up from the table he had been strapped to. "How're you doing?" Clint asked as they started to stumble to the door like a three-legged race gone horribly wrong.

Spider-Man let out a grunt effectively conveying his message: I'm bleeding out and now isn't the time for conversation. Which was kind of ironic, considering he was usually a chatterbox himself.

Spider-Man passed out a third of the way down the hall, leaving the Avenger to carry him and hope he wasn't jostling the other's wounds. It was a depressing walk for Clint since Hydra had long striped the hero down to his boxers and his mask and every laceration on his skin was painfully visible. "I've got you," he mumbled, making a break for the jet that had transported the team all the way to Switzerland.

"Salutations, bug." The voice was dark and resonating, filling every corner of his void mind with a sinister chill.

"Sheesh, someone call the fashion police. The creepy white lab coat is a little overdone." That was his voice, but when had he opened his mouth to speak? And why- where had his vision gone?

"You will learn soon enough not to speak, pest."

Spider-Man sat up, panting. He glanced around at his surroundings: dark walls, a medical cot, and the Avengers. Wait, the Avengers? He realized he was in a plane. A wave of pain hit him and a soft groan escaped his lips as he lowered himself back onto the cot.

Steve and Bucky perked up, their enhanced hearing alerting him of the noise. Steve turned to notify Bruce, the resident doctor until they made it back and Cho was present, while Bucky made his way over to Spider-Man.

"How are you doing?" he asked in a low voice, giving the conversation a relative sense of privacy.

"Well," Spider-Man croaked, "I'm alive. Thanks, by the way."

"I should be thanking you," Bucky sighed, running his metal appendage through his locks. "I'm not sure I could handle being with Hydra again."

"Yeah, I can see why. One comment about them dressing like a cliché bad guy and the next thing you know they're showing you your guts before stitching you back up again."

"I'm not sure if that was supposed to be your weird comedy or just sad."

"Neither am I." The other Avengers made their way back, Stark quickly setting the aircraft on autopilot. "Thanks for the rescue, guys."

A few curt nods were given.

Bruce spoke up. "How are you feeling?"

"Worse than the time I got hit by a train, but surprisingly better than the time I had to remove thirteen bullets from my chest with a pair of rusted tweezers in an alley," came the answer. He recieved several concerned looks.

A/N I wanna do a part 2 to this eventually.