(PETERS POV)

"Shall I let him go, sir?"
Behind me was a red man, tall with a gem stuck in his head. Tony stands up and approaches me slowly.
"Peter," He says softly "Come back over here with us, we wont hurt you, okay?" He holds out his hand for me to take, but I flinch when he extends it.
Slowly, I take the hand and he pulls me up and drags me toward the living room.
"Okay great! We only have one more question to ask, what are your powers, Peter?"
I take a deep breath, I hate these questions...

" So I have super healing and I can climb on every surface... I can also shoot webs out of my right arm, and my senses are dialled up from 5------->11."
Bruce the doctor looks at me and asks another question.
"How fast is your healing Peter?"
I eye (Captain! Lol) up the sharp blade on the coffee table. That's why it's there! For me to show them!
I reach over and pick it up, before sliding it deeply across my stump.
Wow, that's bleeding a lot more than usual. I think as I begin to feel woozy.
All at once, people notice and make a big fuss.
"Peter! Are you ok?"
"Why did you do that?"
"I'll get the stitches!"
I speak up when the questions quietened down.
"I-Is Thhhhhhhat no-not what I need-needed to d-do?"
The red man floats over to me as black spots cloud my vision.
"Peter, have you had to do that before?" Bucky asks as Bruce returns with a needle and some thin wire.
I start to shuffle away.
Notagainnotagainnotagainnotagain!
What did I do wrong?
Someone snaps me out of my thoughts when they grab my arm.
I nod slowly and calm down a little.
"Now, Peter, I need you to stay still. I promise you it wont hurt." Bruce says. He seems sincere, so slowly I turn and let him put the wire in and out of my deep wound. I grimace whenever he does this, expecting punishment for showing emotion, but instead I get comfort. Then Bruce puts away the needle and turns to the others.
"It'll  heal soon enough. He's fine."
They look relieved.
Why? I'm useless! I killed hundreds!
"Peter, do you want to see your room?" Tony asks, once again holding out his hand. I flinch.
Bucky grabs my hand instead.
"He'll stay with me tonight. I'll show him where he can sleep."
He drags me off down the long, colourful halls until we reach a silver painted door. It had a red star on it, along with multiple magnets.
"This is my room." He says with a smile as he opens the door. There's a massive red bed in the centre, along with a desk, laptop, couch, TV and another door dotted around the room.
"You have the bed tonight." He states, as if obvious.
I don't deserve it.
"No! You have it. I don't usually sleep anyway." I mutter the last part under my breath. He didn't hear me.
"You sure?" I nod.
"Well, if you change your mind, tell me, I'd be happy to switch."
He drops my hand and walks away, leaving me alone.
I open the other door and see a grey, black and silver bathroom.
Perfect...
I smile.
H.Y.D.R.A always said, if you were to be captured, it is better to kill yourself that be a burden on those around you.
So that is exactly what I'm gonna do.
I wander around both rooms and the supply closet across the hall, before settling on hanging myself and taking a few pill bottles too.
Hopefully, I'll die. I think as I tie the noose onto the ceiling and pull a chair from his desk. Before standing on the chair, I take 5 random pill bottles, and i almost throw up.
No, I think, that may be counterproductive
I stand carefully on the chair, before taking out a razor and cutting open my stitches, along with some deep cuts on my abdomen and neck. I feel woozy.
Great! I will succeed.
I loop the noose around my neck, aggravating my wounds, and jump off right as someone walks in.

Time Skip.... 4 Weeks Later

Beep...

Beep...

Beep...

Beep...

God that's annoying.

I groan at the noise. It's so loud!
I hear people talking, but it's muffled.
I groan once more as I open my eyes, wincing at the bright light.
I shut them right as the voices become more distinct.
"Peter, you awake? Come on bud, open those eyes." That was Bucky.
"Peter, are you okay?" I weakly shake my head.
I try to point to the lights, but my limbs feel like lead.
"Lights...too bright." I whimper, cursing internally at myself. So weak.
They seems to take the hint however, as when I slowly open my eyes again, it's much darker.
"Hey, bud! Nice to see you awake... and alive." Bucky says, breaking the silence.
I groan. I can't do anything right! I can't even kill myself properly!
"What happened?" I ask, still not sure how I survived.
He fidgets noticeably and answers.

"Well... you almost d-died, bud. I came to check on how you were doing, if you were sleep, ya know? And I saw a light in the bathroom was on, so I went in and y-you were ble-bleeding and you we-were hanging from-from the ceiling. I called for Bruce using F.R.I.D.A.Y  and took you down from athe roof as careful as possible. When Bruce came, he-he ran over and had t-o pump your stomach on the sp-spot. #Clears Throat# He, um, then he took you to the Med Bay, and he set you up with the IV's in your arm, they're still there, and he stitched you up. The, um, the healing you talked about hasn't been working so you need to stay here for a while."
I sigh weakly, leaning my head back onto the middle of the pillow. It hurts to breathe.
I look over to my other side, seeing 5 different needles going into my arm, each one leading to a different IV.
"b'cky" I murmur. I tap an IV slightly with my middle finger. He seems to understand me well enough to reply.
"The one you tapped is for nutrition. Seeing as you couldn't really keep much down before the... attempt... we thought it was best to give you that one. Next one up is painkillers. Obvious reasons for that one. Middle one is just water for hydration. 2nd Last one is giving you blood. You lost way too much to be healthy. Last one was giving you extra vitamins and minerals, because of your metabolism we had to give you extra."
I nod. A weak attempt of showing I understand.
After a few minutes of silence, Bruce walks in.
"Peter! Nice to see you awake! How are you feeling?"
I grumble, tired and bored at the same time.
"You can sleep now Peter. Someone will be here when you wake up."
I take his advice and close my eyes, soon falling into a sleep riddled with nightmares.