Summary.

Peter Parker-Barnes is known as the Winter Spider, Bucky Barnes' son. (The Avengers discover Peter.)

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The male teenager lied in his dark grey room, his amber eyes clouded and distant and brown curls unruly. A soft whizz was released in the air as he adjusted himself, standing up and looking at the mirror in the pristine bathroom.

His left hand was a metal prothetic, along with his right arm and on his left leg from the knee down. Taking off his black t-shirt, on his abs was ingraved with metal, "PROPERTY OF HYRDA: WINTER SPIDER" in Russian.

He would be lying if he said tears didn't enter those emotionless eyes of his, that used to shine so bright with joy and happiness, love and care. He would be lying if he said he didn't stare at his scars or the metal engraved into him. He would be lying if he said we wasn't happy though.

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Peter was taken when he was quite young. His parents had already died, and his aunt and uncle were killed while Peter was kidnapped by HYDRA agents. He struggled and put up a fight, but it didn't exceed the agents' training.

He was tortured, trained, marked as property, brainwashed, and became a mercenary and killer known as the Winter Spider, under his mentor's name, the Winter Soldier.

You see, when Peter first arrived, he spent his time in a torture room. All of his bones were broken than reformed with the special healing of a serum they gave him. After he was ready to be brainwashed, he was placed in a room with the Winter Soldier. Win, as Peter grew accustom to calling him, always remembered Peter no matter what and came to think of him as one of his own.

Peter was tested on with different liquids being injected into him between torture sessions. One morning after a session of excruciating pain and experiments, Peter found he was able to see the air moving, smell the blood from floors bellow him, taste the blood he's spat out, and hear everything. Everything ached and was enhanced.

A few days later, he found two microscopic holes on his arms that produced strong strings of white silk, which he later learned was spider webs. His hands and feet could stick to anything, even through clothing.

Sadly, to make sure their 'property' was more enhanced, they cut of his left hand, his right arm, and from his knee-down on his left leg and replaced them with bulky metal prosthetics.

Peter and Bucky had finally escaped HYDRA with the help of the Avengers. What the Avengers didn't know was that Bucky had adopted Peter as his own mentally and kept him secure and safe.
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The young teen rubbed over the creases between his flesh and his metal limbs, a soft sigh escaping his lips at the nostalgia. He remembered when Bucky would run his fingers along the crevices to calm Peter down when the mental pain became to much for him. Peter remembered when he would run his hands through Bucky's long hair.

Placing a new shirt on, he went back to his bed, his right leg bent and his left hand propped under his head.

"All these thoughts of suicide,
They keep me up like everynight.
Enemy of my enemy,
You know I'm always down to ride.
I'm always bumpin' SESH,
One day that's my set.
Then it's fuck the rest,
So lay me down to rest." He began, his voice pure and slightly rasped.

"Aaaa-aa-aa,
Aaaa-aa-aa.
Aaaa-aa-aa,
Aaaa-aa-aa." He sang, his voice deepening many octaves.

"I don't really care where my mind's gone now,
Taking time these days, all the time I know."  Peter's voice was high, trailing off slightly at the ends of many words.

"Could've been young today,
But I made songs all day.
Wish I could change my ways,
Don't think I'll ever change.
Wish I was understood,
I'm so misunderstood.
Talking shit on me,
I'll hit you up, what's good.
I don't wanna live today,
I don't think that will ever change.
I'm so sick of everything,
But I don't hide the pain.
Cause I'm fine,
I'm alright.
Tonight,
I'll be fine." The teens voice rung out, a pure tone to it that hid his depression.

"Aaaa-aa-aa,
Aaaa-aa-aa.
Aaaa-aa-aa,
Aaaa-aa-aa." The arachnid's voice deepened, staying in the tone.

"They said he was a young blood, couldn't take the pressure,
Grab the pistol put it to his head, it's to depression.
Then the gun jammed, and he thought about his actions,
One more chance at life that's what he wanted, that's what happened.
So don't throw it away, I can see it in your face,
You're a little like myself, we've been going through this hell.
You think no one understands you, I really think that I do,
Just give me your hand, I'm struggling right beside you." Peter sang, his voice deeper than before, seemingly talking to the higher pitched voice.

"Aaaa-aa-aa,
Aaaa-aa-aa.
Aaaa-aa-aa,
Aaaa-aa-aa.

Aaaa-aa-aa,
Aaaa-aa-aa.
Aaaa-aa-aa,
Aaaa-aa-aa..." He finished, sitting up in his bed as he felt many shifts in the air. Looking over to his door, he saw his father with tears in his eyes and many figures behind him, seemingly in states of shock, awe, and understanding.

Peter and his father walked towards each other, until Bucky held Peter tightly. Peter felt a wet spot forming on his shirt. He let out a sob, a laugh mixed with it, "Awe, I just changed my shirt. Stop making me feel things." Peter sobbed.