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DANGER ! DANGER ! WAKE UP !
…What?…
WAKE UP! DANGER ! UP ! UP!
Opening his eyes slowly, Peter is only met with black spot on his vision,making him close his eyes very quickly after the headache it cause.
DANGER!DANGER!DANGER!
Peter’s spider-senses are screaming at him,so much it hurt everywhere. What ? Everything hurt ?
Just what is happening?
Just as the spider was about to get up (read as failed to sit up) he realized he was in a car (or a vehicle of any sort) he was now gaining enough consciousness to hear anything. The engine, the road, the other cars honking and muttering. He can detect two other heartbeats. Ok this was fine.
He was in a car, no idea where he was nor with who and had absolutely no idea what happened to him and why everything hurt.
Suddenly the car stopped. He thought he could finally get out of this and get back to Queens. And fast.
“Boss is going to kill us mate, we are so late and we only got one freak.” The man with a British accent said. Shit was he in England ??
“It’s your fault dude !! Why did you suddenly decided to care about the speed limit ?!” said the other heartbeat but no accent. So no England ??
“you know I only have one point left on my driver license before they remove it!!” Said the British man-the voice coming closer and closer. Then the backdoor of the car opened
“Maybe you should start to take the subway man” said Peter as he saw the two men. Okay this one was terrible but in his defense everything was spinning.
“Okay wait this was bad, can you not tell anyone I said that,I have a reputation to keep-”before he could say anything else,something was shot in his neck making him black out.
!WAKE UP!NOW!DANGER!DANGER!!
When he woke up once again, he managed to feel worse than he did earlier, but now he could open his eyes without the killing headache.
Just as Peter Parker woke up the door opened, making him see the room he was in. Well it was a dirty and really stinky room, Bed in the corner and a sink on the other side of the room, at least the floor wasn’t as dirty as the walls.
The man who opened the door was a very tall man, intimidating , he was wearing a suit but it felt cheap on him, on his face he could see a very ugly scar going from his nose to his jawline. His dark hair was making his face look slimmer. Almost sick (maybe he was sick) he managed to see the eyes of the man. They were so dark it almost seemed black. Peter swears he could see his reflection on them.
“So you’re the new guy ?” Said the tall man with a smirk. Peter didn’t like that smirk. He just raised his eyebrow
“Where am I ?” He managed to spit “ what did you drug me with ?” his spider-senses were screaming at him to get out, this man-he was bad news really really bad news.
“One at a time tiger. You’re not in position to ask questions here” the other man said looking smudge, taking Peter cheeks between his hands to analyse him.
“Who are you.” Peter glared at the man.
“The name’s Frank.” Of course his name is Frank. Maybe he could join Matt’s hate Frank club.
“AH! I knew you looked familiar. Frank Gallagher right ? Big fan” Peter answered smirking, getting away from the grip of the man.
“Tsk” the man -Frank- let go of Peter’s face roughly “you better fix your attitude fast boy, let me tell you how things go here.”
“Where even is here,Frank?” Yeah Peter was about to join Matt’s hate Frank club.
“you’re a meta. Don’t ask how we know. We just do.” a what now ? was he supposed to be offended? “ Let me get things clear for you, you better get it in your fucking head and fast. You are going to fight whenever you like it or not. And you better fucking win. We put a lot of money on you.” Frank said, he almost growled the information.
So he was in a sort of illegal fight ring? As a meta ? What even is a meta ? WHY HIS BRAIN ISN’T WORKING.
“I-uh..wha-” before Peter could ask anymore question Frank got up
“From now on you’re 7, alright? Until the audience give you a name. Freaks like you don’t even deserve a name” the man spat and just left.
Freak? Freak..? The tone of the man reminded him of how the people would talk about the X-men, was meta another word for mutant ?? Why is everything so blurry, why couldn’t he remember anything. Why is he here-mostly how. Nothing made sense.
The next few hours passed very slowly, Peter finally started to feel himself again-having all his senses back made him feel way better.
he found out the room he was in was underground, maybe all the place was. He still could not remember anything. But the bigger question was how did they managed to catch Spider-Man.
He could hear footsteps from time to time in front of his door. And the smell of the room was just awful, a mixture of dirt and mold. He could also hear screaming from the other side of the room. Maybe this was a wing full of mutants. So maybe a mutant traffic, but neither him nor the X-men noticed mutants disappearing. Professor X would have definitely noticed this many mutants disappearing.
He could also hear beating from another side, so the fighting ring perhaps.
Not knowing anything was driving him crazy and it seems like this Frank was not willing to give him any answers.
After what felt like eternity (it really was 4 hours) the door finally opened, Frank and two other guys were behind him.
“Get up. You’re fighting.” Frank said harshly,only giving him a cold glance. But the men behind him were different. They were nervous. Peter could tell by their body language: twitching and fidgeting their fingers and one of the men, the younger one was giving him a pitiful look. Peter hated that look.
“Damn already, I don’t even kn-” before Peter could finish his thoughts he was yanked from the bed by Frank. Feeling so much weaker than he should be. Why wasn’t he fighting back ?
“I thought I made myself clear. I tell you to fight, you fight. No fucking question. Fucking annoying freak.”as he said taking Peter’s wrist hard making him get out of the room. Parker could finally see the outside of his cell, the other rooms weren’t any better, they were almost worst.The look of the whole place was at least better than the rooms.
“Stay here.” Frank said to him making no place for answers before leaving him with the two other men. Spider-Man feels like he maybe could take from their pity to get some answers.
“Please,what is this place. What did they do to me?” Peter said in an almost whisper, but making sure they heard. One of the man looked at him giving him another pitiful look, he opened his mouth just to close it again.
The two men exchanged a look. Peter hated that look even more.
“Look kid… we have no choice. Trust us. Just… do what he says,okay?” The younger of them said.
“I promise I will make sure you will get treated right after each fight.” He said after smiling at him
Was that supposed to make him feel better??? Because it certainly did NOT.
his spider-sense were only a little buzz with the men around him. So Frank was really the one making his sense go off. Or maybe the whole place. At this point he just wants to sleep for 12 hours straight. Or maybe 12 years straight.
Frank, for Peter’s disappointment, came back.
“Enter this room and shower,boy. Then they will give you the clothes you need for the fight. You better win this for a first fight you’re worth a lot kid” Frank said to him with a grin on his face. Bitch. Peter also hated that grin. Maybe he hated the whole place.
He was pushed to the room to get ready for his fight.
As he was cleaning himself up he could see almost all the bruises on his body were fading. But not as quickly as they should. Maybe the lack of food or good rest. Dang it. He hoped his strength would not be affected. But he could always rely on his senses as they were screaming at him the moment he woke up.
When he got out of the shower he started to look around, for a window or a vent,to get out fast of this place, why wasn’t anyone looking for him, he thought to himself. Maybe daredevil and Deadpool were trying to find him. Or the avengers. He hoped.
He was still trying to find something when he was met with a woman, taller than him, white as a ghost and her dirty blond hair was put in a bun.
“Do you…mind ?? Pretty sure I’m naked here“ Peter said looking at the woman with wide eyes.
“Here.” She said coldly putting clothes on the floor. “Put them on.”
ok fun police.
“Yeah okay.. can you,like,get out-or you want a show, pretty sure you need to pay for that and I’m sure other men would gladly do it for y-” Peter started to say when the clothes were thrown into his face.
“Though crowd.” He said while putting on the clothes. It was only a long sleeved black shirt with some boot cut black jeans. Not fitting for a fight at all. Well he was fighting crimes in leggins who was he to judge.
Peter and the woman both got out of the room and as the woman was walking towards Frank he could hear her whispering to the scarred man ”he’s a runner, be careful.” Bitch.
Frank spared him a cold stare.
Peter approached them and the conversation died down.
“Stupid bug” Frank said as he was making Peter move forwards. Making him enter a new room.
This room was clearly different from the other. All the lights were off. The only source of light was from spotlights. They were only lighting the ring.
As he could see hundreds. Or maybe a thousand people around it. All ready to see the fight. He wondered: since how long was that going on and how did him or any other heroes noticed a mutant traffic this huge. He needed to get out of here ASAP.
As he was making his way to the ring he could see his opponent
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THE HULK ?”