This'll be short - it's just backstory for the first part so that it makes more sense. Get ready for another Spider-Man AU coming immediately after this (i had so much fun writing it, hopefully it'll be better than Masks was.)

Lance shoved Shiro and Keith into the escape pod as it closed. He guarded the red button on the outside of the airlock, knowing that if he had gone inside with the other paladins, they would all be caught. But if nobody pressed this button, at least the others would survive. He could hear them banging on the door, Shiro's muffled voice commanding him to just open the goddamn door, this isn't funny, Lance! We can't leave without you, please just open the door!

But he wouldn't. He couldn't. If he did, they would all die here. Lance... He could save them. After all the times he had failed them, he owed them this.

The pod launched.

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Lance gritted his teeth and he was blasted with energy again and again. He knew that Lotor wanted him to give in, to tell him all the secrets about Voltron, the Lions, his team. His family. But he would never, ever betray them. At least, he hoped he wouldn't.

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Lance screamed as his leg was severed from his body. He screamed as his blood poored onto the table he was strapped on. He screamed as the prosthetic was attached to the stub at his knee. Lotor grinned at him through the whole thing.

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"Your 'patchwork knight' is no hero. He is weak. He is a failure. He is nothing but a feeble excuse for a soldier!" Lotor's high, cold voice rang out into the silent crowd. All the prisoners were gathered for a mandatory viewing of Lance's torture. It only took one of the sixty assigned lashes for every single prisoner to turn away.

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Keith ran into the final room in the ship, looking for any final prisoners or sentries on the ship. He saw a human with brown and white hair strapped to a table. His face was covered with a layer of grime, sweat and blood. Something about him was way too familiar, but... No, he couldn't get his hopes up.

He cut through the restraints and scooped him up, carrying him bridal style. Hunk waited outside the doorway to cover him, should he find a prisoner.

Keith stopped in his tracks as the prisoner leaned his face into Keith's neck. Hunk gave him a puzzled look, but said nothing as he saw who was being carried.

"L-Lance?" Keith whispered. The prisoner opened his eyes.

"You... Came back... For me..."

Welp. Sorry that the title doesn't make sense. I'm too lazy to change it on both parts.