Im dying.

Kay. 

That's fine. 

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S.H.E.I.L.D. Hellicarrier

11:21 A.M. 

Peter woke with a start. His head ached, and his body wasn't peachy, either. His upper chest and lower neck still stung, but thanks to his healing factor, it was only sore. Peter estimated by the end of tomorrow, everything would be healed. 

It didn't mean that it felt any better though. 

He noticed that his hands and legs were restrained. By the looks of it, he could break it easily. He didn't want to show too much strength. There was a video camera in the right hand corner of the room. 

The room was a matte cream color, and besides from the small plant in the corner opposite of the camera, there was nothing.

The door opened, revealing the head of S.H.E.I.L.D. himself, followed by a redheaded women, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Clint Barton and Pietro and Wanda Maximoff.

By what the files said, the women's name was Black Widow. AKA Natasha Romanoff. 

One of the best at their job.

Peter narrowed his eyes as Eye-patch sat in a chair. The others copied his movements. 

Steve seemed uncomfortable. 

Pietro looked uneasy. 

Wanda looked sad. 

Clint's eyes shared both anger and respect. 

Tony just looked curious. 

Natasha's face was blank, and Peter almost missed the flash of regret. 

"Mr. Parker." Director Fury started, looking at the teen. Peter's sharp gaze flickered to him. "Do you know why you are here?" Peter's eyes flickered. 

"I'm amusing that it has something to do with my nightly activities?" Peter asked. Fury's gaze didn't move. He slowly nodded his head. 

"Then you know what I can do?" Peter asked, looking around the room at the people in front of hem. 

"No, that's why you're here. We know most of your abilities, Mr. Parker, but we want to know all of them. And where they stop," Fury enlightened. Peter didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be talking to these people. 

He definitely didn't want to talk about Spider-Man. 

Scarlet Witch didn't meet his gaze, and she looked very uneasy. Peter was suspicious in an instant. 

Deciding that he didn't want to be experimented on, he pulled on the whatevertheyweremadeof straps. They broke easily on his grip, screaming in agony as they were torn apart. 

"If you don't mind," Peter said, rubbing his wrists, "I'm not in the mood to be tied down." His legs broke free as well.

Everyone looked startled that Peter just broke apart the straps with little to no effort involved. 

Steve looked shocked, then he considered the kick to the face that Peter gave him. There was a pretty nasty bruise covering his left cheek that Peter winced at. 

Tony looked very shocked, but his shock turned into curiosity. 

Clint's mouth dropped. Enough said. 

Pietro looked exactly like Clint. 

Wanda's face just showed that she understood. Peter narrowed his eyes at that. 

Even Natasha's face flashed of surprise. 

Fury's flashed of surprise, understanding and something else that Peter couldn't decode. 

 Considering that the table that he was laying on was slanted at the top, he decided that the most comfortable position to sit in would be pulling his legs up. The position showed them that he wouldn't attack.

"I knew you were strong, Mr. Parker," Fury started, "but we've never knew how powerful you are. Those would have Steve here," he pointed to the super soldier, "pulling all his hardest to no avail."

((Searched! No arguments! "Spiderman has significantly greater physical strength than Captain America.Captain America has on occasion had Super Strength, but it's not usually been one of his major attributes or powers. He's an optimised human being, created by Erskine's Super Soldier serum, with phenomenal fighting skills, reflexes & agility." 

I am based on facts, people! 

((Captain America can lift 1,100 pounds, which is a small bit over half of a ton. 

Spiderman can lift up to 10-25 tons, making that

20,000 - 50,000 pounds.

Sorry, Cap.)) 

Facts!!)) 

 Peter was surprised, but after focusing on the molecular structure of the straps, and he felt that it could hold up to 5,000 pounds.

"I hold back my strength most of the time," Peter confessed, staring the the straps. 

"And why would you do that, Mr. Parker?" Fury asked, interested. Peter sighed, regretting saying anything. And he didn't want to say a lie, he knew very well that many of the people in front of him could see through his lies. 

Tony was very interested in the boy in front of him.

"Because nobody deserves death, and I could shatter a skull with one single punch." 

"Why would you care? The people you fight; they've done bad things, don't they deserve the punishment of death?" Tony asked. Peter's head flashed up. 

"No. Nobody deserves that. Just because they did a crime, doesn't mean that they can't change. Even if the crime is a simple mugging to a murder, a crime is a crime. If I were to kill say, a rapist. Someone would call me a hero, I wouldn't be one though. I didn't help that girl that got raped, she wouldn't know that that man's dead, and she would wander the streets wondering if that man is going to do the same thing to her that he did a long time ago. When I go out there, I don't expect anything. I just have to go. If I don't kill the man, and he goes to jail, he'll serve his sentence, and the girl will feel like she was noticed, and that someone's done something about it. Sometimes, death is an easy way out. People that do bad things need to be acknowledged, that doing wrong things equal to consequences. If I were to kill a murderer that I know can change then I realize that I just murdered someone, and that wouldn't be any better. If I killed a murderer than would I be one? Yes. I would. To put it simple, the reason I don't take a ride on the kill-train is because, well, that's a one way ticket." 

A\N. 

I'm. 

Sorry. 

I've been sick for the past two days, and I just couldn't type. 

Don't worry, just a common cold. 

Maybe. 

Hopefully. 

Anyway I'm still drastically sick. 

Like half dead sitting in bed, 

but I had to post it for you. ;) 

This currently has 1057 words. 

XOXO

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