Hello there! If you are from my other fic welcome back and if you're new here heya! I'm currently writing two fics, this one will get dark then fluffy and the other one will mostly be fluffy. So if you want to read something lighter go ahead. I promise not to make this to bad XD.

Also I think for both I'll stick to once a week every wednesday.

Enjoy!

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Peter was woken up like always, with loud banging sounds that made his ears want to explode. But he had learned a long time ago not to react. Instead he just open his eyes and slowly sat up.

Looking towards the door he saw Mrs. Petrov. One of the nicest guards here. She handed the boy a dirty cup with yellowish brown water. "Drink." She said in a thick russian accent.

"Today is разум training." she said quietly. No one likes разум training day. Pазум meaning mind in Russian meant he would skip a day of physical training for them to make sure he would stay loyal to Hydra. Make sure he was still a machine that carries out all orders.

He finished drinking the water quickly, and handed the glass back to the lady. She reached for the device that controlled the collar strapped around his neck at all times.

He put his wrists out and she cuffed them together as well, leading him out of the tiny cement cell.

Yellow lights flickered above him as they walked to the разум room. When he was little and dumb he would be excited to go to these rooms. He was excited to have a break from the constant beatings.

Now he doesn't care. Or at least he tries not to. Emotions are bad, an unnecessary distraction that needs to be suppressed.

The door opened and the walls changed from a dirty cement to pure white, The old yellow and brown lights stopping short and being replaced by bright ones that momentarily blinded him.

"Ahhh Spider, so great to see you." Dr. Ivanov, "I see your bullet wounds healed overnight. Perhaps if things go unsatisfactory we could sort that out for you before Dr Arzt comes back to the base."

Peter gulped Arzt was a german doctor who had been very kind to Peter. He would give him half of a sedative before fixing any bones that didn't get set right or digging out bullets that had been healed over. He came once every two weeks, which meant most of the time Peter would have to do it himself or Dr Ivanov would help himself to a knife and do more harm than good.

He sat in the chair trying to clear his mind of any emotions except one. Loyalty.

He placed his arms and feet in there place and the vibranium slid over them, locking him in place.

Dr Ivanov placed the mouth guard in, then started placing the monitors and stickers all over his chest and head.

Finally they placed the mask that would provide the gas to induce the illusion, the stickers sending electric currents into his brain making it think that they want it too.

"3, 2, 1." He said pulling the switch upwards.

Peter screamed in agony only for a moment before being sent into the illusion.

He was sitting next to a stream. The cool water flowing near him decorated with colorful leaves. The summer breeze blew by him and he looked around.

He waited for his mission. "Soldier your mission is to exterminate discreetly. Everyone on the cite is S.H.I.E.L.D. Understand your mission?" The loud voice echoed throughout the simulation.

"Yes sir." He said standing up, looking around and noticing he was surrounded by trees.

He grabbed the gun, sliding the silencer onto it. Then grabbed the knife. He scanned the area. His spidey sense didn't work here because technically he couldn't really get hurt.

He saw a big white farm house and made his way over to it.

Climbing onto the walls he made his way through a window into the house. S.H.I.E.L.D. loves to rig explosives everywhere the can so we was never supposed to touch the ground until given word that it was safe.

He saw the first person and fired the gun silently once, dropping from the ceiling just enough to make sure she didn't make a loud thump.

Then the next he saw a tall man. Pure fear in the person's face was cut off by another bullet.

"The ground has been cleared soldier you can drop down." The man's voice booming through Peters head.

He waited for the twist. He had killed plenty of people and most разум training was killing someone you love, having to choose to save an item hydra wants or yourself. Lessons to learn to make sure he always does the right thing for hydra.

He dropped from the ceiling landing inches away from the bleeding male body.

He heard someone coming down the stairs and backed behind a wall prepared to attack.

Instead he heard the footsteps cut off and a blood curdling scream.

A little girl who looked a lot like the lady he had killed stood at the foot of her father screaming.

"Last subject is in front of you. Finish your mission." The voice said around him.

His breathing quickened, "Sir, it's a child. She might even have informa-"

"FINISH YOUR MISSION!" The voice above yelled. He looked to the young girl, tears falling down her pale face.

"Come here." He said in a soft voice bending down. The girl raced towards him giving him a hug and crying into his chest.

"It's okay. You'll see them in a second." He said, his voice steady. He grabbed the stuff animal she had been holding earlier and gave it to the girl.

"Turn around." He said to the girl who was still wailing. She followed his orders.

"FINISH YOUR MISSION SOLDIER!" The voice rang out again.

Peters hands moved quick to reload the gun and whispered to the girl, "Close your eyes."

She followed his orders again and he took a step back. Placing the gun towards her he turned his head and closing his eyes. His finger gently squeezed the trigger.

The first simulation was over, he was being pulled out. He swore he could feel her blood but it didn't matter. It took him to long and they were angry.

Tears were already running down his face when they started to beat him.

"Next time we put you in, you follow every order. Do you understand?" Dr. Ivanov, screamed.

"Yes sir," He whispered. They placed him back in the simulation making him run it a few more times. The moved to a virus attack on an orphanage. After that they moved back to him having to bomb a government building, and making sure the people that survived were locked in and could die from the fire or smoke.

At the end of the day his wound from the punishment were almost healed, he had gotten an IV to give him nutrients and a bread roll to fill his stomach.

"Tomorrow is back to training." Mrs. Petrov said in a softer voice, throwing him into his cell in a less harsh way then the others do.

"You're going to make a difference in this war boy." She said, closing the door, "Madge is on duty tomorrow. Get some sleep while you can."

He rolled over on the cement floor. Standing to use the bathroom, and wash off some of the dried blood.

Roches scurried around him but he didn't care. He sat against the wall slowly drifting off into sleep.

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Tony swiveled around in the pilot seat looking at Bruce, "Why did we decided to wake up at 3 am to fly all the way out here in the middle of nowhere to look at an abandoned bunker?" He complained.

"If I remember correctly this mission was optional for you and you hadn't gone to sleep yet so we didn't 'wake you up.' Bruce said back.

Natasha and Clint both shot messages back and forth on activity inside. It seemed that there was many floors to this one, and S.H.I.E.L.D. intel had told them Hydra's weapon was on one of the deepest floors.

"Fury said we would need to wait on this one. You knew that coming into this, tin can." Sam said, he had been put up in a tree which he had made very clear he did not like.

After another hour Natasha had intercepting a truck, that had been filled with supplies.

They hoped it would give them insight on what had been going on all the floors down because there spy hadn't been able to get a message through in a while.

She took what she needed unnoticed, taking pictures of IV bags and medication.

When she got back to the Quinjet, Bruce and Tony had been ready. They grabbed the crate and boxes. Bruce flipping through the photos.

"Got anything?" She asked about to head out.

Tony was moving the items around, "Just weapons." He said.

Natasha nodded her head, "Alright well maybe the next truck will have something we can us-"

"I have something.'' Bruce said quietly, "Well it might be something. The morphling in the photo, it's the stuff we use on Captain when we need to keep him down for a few hours. I think they are trying to make more soldiers."

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Okay, I know it's kinda weak. I promise the next ones will be fun. I have no idea how many chapters this will have less than 45 but more than 10? Hopefully. Anyway thank you for reading.

Have a amazing thanksgiving!

-Andie Lynn