A request from sweet-potato-251. I changed it a bit, but hope you like it! :) Loosely based on I'll be Good by Jaymes Young.

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It was no secret at the high school that Peter had been through some crappy stuff. When he disappeared halfway through his sophomore year, the executives came to the conclusion that he had run away. There was no reason for Peter to run, he enjoyed his life. But still, the students didn't ask questions and didn't think on it anymore.

Peter didn't run away. He had been taken by Hydra, and was turned into a killing machine. He had fought to get away, countless times, but Hydra had new technology. They'd been able to wipe his memory quicker, get him to comply easier. He was used for stealth, for assassinations.

Queens missed Spider-Man, but he was assumed dead. No one connected the two missing people, and no one did anything as the once-hero killed for the thrill of it.

He had looked at the blood on his hands, and enjoyed it.

That's what scared Peter. Even now, after the Avengers rescued him, he had that part of him that liked killing inside of him.

It had taken the Avengers a year to find and rescue Peter. A year of pain, a year of being so lost Inside of himself that he almost gave up.

It had taken six months for the media to find out about Peter's rescue. Even though he'd stayed away from Windows and never went outside, reporters had found out. The broken boy appeared on the newspapers, and they asked what was going on.

It had taken a week for the school to call the tower about Peter. Tony had done all he could, but without revealing that Peter had been a Hydra soldier, not much could be done. The school demanded that he return in order to continue his education.

It had taken thirty seconds to get out of bed. Peter was still used to being punished for lateness that he was scared to linger in any place.

So, Peter stood in front of his mirror, his doubt growing by the second. What if Hydra found him again?

"They will." A voice echoed from behind Peter, "There's nothing you can do. They will find you again." Peter looked behind him, but the figure faded.

He was seeing things again. It had happened before, but the figures had always just sat there, they never talked. What made this time different? Was it a warning?

That's silly. It was just... Nothing.

Peter washed his face quickly, looking down at his arms. Bruises littered them, some from training with Bucky, some made by him. He wasn't exactly stable.

Peter dressed quickly and after a lot of fussing from the team, he was in a car.

It had taken fifteen minutes to get to school. Peter was aware of the stares he got. The whispers, the worried looks. He didn't need their pity, he needed space.

As his gaze sweeped through the hallway, he spotted a person in black watching him. The hydra logo glowed in its chest. Glowed - thats how Peter knew it was fake. The real logo didn't glow, it just sat there, not needing to announce its presence.

A hand touched Peter's shoulder and he almost put the person in a chokehold. Almost.

"Chill, dude. I just wanted to see why you left. No harm meant, my bad." Ah, who was that? Peter squinted a bit before remembering. His voice was scratchy from lack of use, but he used it.

"Ned... We were friends. Yeah, you knew I was... Knew I was... DIfferent?" Why couldn't he remember what Ned had known about him?

"Yeah, man. But why'd you leave? MJ and I weren't even given any heads up. What kind of friend just leaves? "

"Right. I ran... away. I left. I... don't think I did?" Peter didn't remember everything from before he was taken, he didn't even know if he was taken. Hydra's machines had left spots of blankness in his mind, and no one at the tower would talk about it. Not even Aunt May, they said it was a touchy subject.

Bucky walked over to the pair and asked to speak to Ned. Bucky had been checking Peter in, and now explained everything to Ned, out of earshot of Peter.

Speaking of, he was walking to his old locker, and was opening it, as if it had been a routine pre-hydra, when he was yanked away and then slammed into the locker.

Peter tried to get a good look at who it was, but he couldn't. Before he fought back, the person spoke. "Remember me, Parker? What kind of stunt did you think you could pull? You're just as worthless as when you left, and you should've stayed wherever you were."

" Who... Who are you? " It looked to be a student, but Peter couldn't be sure.

"What? I'm Flash. Don't tell me got some sickness and forgot everything. Ha, that's gold. Cut it out."

Peter racked his brain. "Flash... But, no, that's not your real name. No, your name... You're Eugene. I remember!"

"Good job buddy, you're doing great. " this time it was Bucky who spoke, he had returned from speaking with Ned, and was mad. Who dares mess with his kid? "I suggest you boys leave before we have trouble."

Slowly, Flash and his gang left as Bucky helped Peter up. This time, he was left alone until he got to his first class. Bucky had left, but Ned stayed with him. They sat down next to a brown haired girl who looked familiar...

"What're you staring at, loser?"

" I don't detect any hostility... Who are you? Wait no, give me a second. " Peter liked to figure things out on his own. He was doing good, but people, specifically ones who made him happy or think of home, were hard for him to remember. It had taken ages for him to remember Tony and Aunt May. "Are you MJ? Ned spoke of you earlier. yes... MJ. I.. I think I liked you. Yeah, yeah. That's it. "

"What?" MJ asked. Ned whispered quickly what had happened to MJ before the class started.

A talent show- just perfect .The school was having a talent show, and he was expected to participate. It was borderline mandatory, so there was that. It had been a few weeks and he was doing better at fitting in , but he was still unsure about it all.

"Let's have someone share what they think they're going to do for the Talent Show. Hmm....Peter?"

What?

"Peter, come up here and share your ideas. You've been so quiet. It'll be nice to hear your voice again."

Peter shuffled up to the front of the room. "Um, well... I don't really know. I know I like... Gymnastics?" There it was again- he couldn't remember what it was, but he did something before he was taken. Before he did all those awful things.

A voice interrupted Peter's thoughts. "Who are you kidding? You can't even run properly, there's no way you can do gymnastics."

Peter furrowed his brow and thought more. What could he do besides kill and wreac havoc? What did he do before he was Hydra?

"Umm... I can draw a little."

The teacher smiled slightly. "Very good. You're doing good. Why don't you sit down, can you do that, Peter?"

He didn't like how she spoke to him. She acted like he was a little kid, prone to tantrums. Whatever.

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It was now the day of the talent show. Peter had been able to remember more stuff, and decided that he would show off one of his science projects.

He wasn't the genius that he was a year and a half ago, but as his memory returned so would his knowledge. He would be fine.

The Avengers had decided that they would go, mostly Bucky, but they were looking forward to it. They were incredibly fond of the kid, and would do anything for him.

As Peter walked out on the stage, holding his little robot, he felt a jolt of pure terror. The last time he had been on display, he was being shown off as Hydra's prize- Hydra's little toy.

He tried to control his breath. This was for a grade, he couldn't screw it up. He got through his act, finding peace whenever he looked out into the crowd and saw Bucky, smiling proudly at his kid.

When he was done, Peter bolted off of the stage. He got a few compliments, a few smiles, but he knew it was purely manners. He had done overwhelmingly average. Peter was good at analysing stuff like that- but if he showed it he would be sent to guidance.

Peter shook his head to clear his thoughts. Lately he'd been having these weird images in his head, almost like memories, but that couldn't be it.

He met up with Bucky while the show continued. The man gave Peter a hug and ruffled his hair. Pete gave Bucky a look, his nose scrunched up. Bucky laughed.

"Good job, Pete."

"You know that's not true." Peter smiled sadly.

"Well, I said it. And everything I say is true, so..."

"Ha, right" Peter chuckled before a look of realization passed over his face.

"Oh my god. I was Spiderman."

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P2 coming soon