(Free Spider's POV)

*People flash before my vision. Everyone I've killed. I can finally remember them. Is that good or bad? I scream as I watch myself choke someone to death. Why did I do this? What did they do to deserve this kind of death. Men, women children! I killed them all. And just as quick as they came back, my vision swims, and I'm awake.*

Not long after I presumably collapsed, I became aware of my surroundings. I didn't open my eyes, because I could hear other people in the room. I could hear the loud beeping of an ECG beside me, along with the sloshing of an IV on the other side of me. I could feel metal restraints on my arm and legs, along with some scratchy blankets over my legs and torso. I hone in on the voices.

"He's a kid, Banner! A child assassin!"

"I know... but we can't exactly hand him over! He needs support, and I know the last thing SHIELD care about is the wellbeing of a brainwashed HYDRA agent. We can help him."

A sigh. "I guess, but we can't rush him. Treat him like Bucky."

"Thank you!"

I finally decide I should open my eyes. I try to speak, but I can only groan. Why would I want to speak anyway? My eyes peel open, and the man who stitched me up earlier is sitting beside my bed talking to a tall Blond man. He comes to stand beside me.

"How you feeling?" He asks. I nod. Don't speak unless spoken to. Punishment will follow disobedience. He nods back, and then leaves me with the blond man. I try to shy away from the man, but he notices my discomfort and undoes my restraints. Why is he being nice? He hands me my arm, and I shake my head. He looks confused, so I explain.

"It's yours now." He nods and helps me sit up.

"So, kid, we want to help you. If you-" I interrupt him.

"I remember them." It takes him a minute until he realises, and he tries to comfort me by patting my shoulder, but I flinch away.

"H-How ma-ny?" I take a minute before answering, mostly to count them. I look away as I say the figure.

"200... and I'm so so-rry! Please! I can do better!" He shakes his head and hands me a bundle of cloth.

"You didn't mean it, alright? It wasn't you. Now get changed, I'll wait here. Bathroom window is locked, so don't try it. See you soon." He gives me an encouraging smile, and shoos me off to the door in the corner.

I peel off my suit, which I haven't done in 13 years, and look down. Badly stitched and deep scars cross over my torso and legs, along with barely noticeable scars on my wrist, but we don't talk about that. Ever.

I get dressed in the pale orange top and loose trousers, before walking back out to Mr Blond Man, so he has been nicknamed.

He holds out his hand for me to shake, and as I take it, he says

"I'm Steve Rogers. You've met Nat haven't you?" He points to the woman in the corner. Natasha. I remember her.

"I-I don't have a n-na-me." She shakes her head as she steps closer to me. I run and hide under my bed. There's limited space, but I can still breathe.

"We can give you a name. How about that, hm?" She asks, trying to coax me out. I stick my head out from under the bed slightly.

"I-I don't know. I wasn't even allowed to speak until today. A name seems a little farfetched." I answer. Her head disappears and Steve's appears. He's on his stomach so he can talk.

"A name could actually help you." I shrink my head back under.

I whisper "Peter" under my breath, but he heard me.

"Pete-Peter? Is that gonna be your name?" I nod violently. "Alright then, Peter, why don't you come meet the team? yeah?" I didn't get an option. I slid out from under the bed and hold my hand out slightly to Natasha.

"H-hello I'm Peter. Who're you?" I try my best at being polite. My voice is still a little bit croaky from misuse, but she can understand me.

"Hello Peter, I'm Natasha, or the Black Widow. It's good to meet you." I nod and follow them both as we walk out of the room.

Peter, I like the sound of that.