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No one could sneak up on him. It was an impossible feat because he literally had eyes in the back of his head. Peter had been an experimental weapon for Hydra many years ago. Only now, when the Avengers taskforce had raided their base and found him, was he free. Well, free was used loosely in this case.

The eyes on his back of his head twitched as his head of hair irritated them. "Is it time to go yet?" Peter sat emotionless as he stared at the blank wall in front of him. The man, his handler, behind him sighed and ruffled his hair fretfully and loosened his tie as he started to sweat due to the heat of the room.

"This is for your own good, kid." The man gruffly vouched.

Peter, who was wrapped head to two in various sweaters and scarves, mocked the man mentally. He was so used to isolation in his warm room that he thought the man had to be out of his mind to send him out into the real world. "It's cold weather today. I'll freeze up and go into hibernation. Today just isn't the day."

Aggravated, the man harshly replied, "That's what you said last week, and the week before, and the week before that. The boss' patience has worn thin. Time to go."

Knowing it was a lost cause, Peter stood up on his shaking legs and walked down from where he sat on the ceiling. His slitted eyes met his handlers and he gave an impatient hiss. "Then let's go, why are you just standing there?"

Peter knew why he was standing there frozen. His handler had only ever seen the back of Peter's head, and now he was standing staring at his face looking at his appearance with a mixture of disgust and amazement. Peter's eyes that were littered over his head were often covered by his hair, so he tended to look almost human from the back. But his face, well that was another story.

Eyes were spotted all over his face, blinking and taking in his surroundings, and the majority were staring at the handler who was at a loss of where to look.

"What?" Peter sneered, his mouth showing off his poisonous fangs, "They didn't show you a picture beforehand?" Peter knew he looked terrifying. Hydra had done something to him when he was a kid, something that spliced his jeans along with a spider's DNA, and somehow as he grew older, his other attributes slowly started to... appear. First, it was his eyes. They were the most painful.

He would sit in his empty heated room and would suddenly break out into glass-shattering screams. His skin ripped and began to bleed, and soon the pain would multiply and his sight would alter. Growing eyeballs was a painful process.

Next was his intense cold flashes. Any sign of the cold, from a little bit of wind, or a really cold drink lead to a complete shutdown of his body. He went into a hibernation-like state, allowing him to sleep for months on end. Which is why he was currently wrapped in layers upon layers, so that he wouldn't pass out as soon as he left the building he was being held.

Finally, was his 'sixth sense' and sticking mechanism. That was the worst. He found himself sweating a sticky substance, which tended to get into his eyes causing even more pain and even more disorientated than ever before. Being confused and dizzy meant that he would find the sticky substance doing their job and soon he found himself standing on walls and the ceiling without even knowing how he got there.

If that wasn't bad enough, soon the very men who made him into this monster started to hurl things at him through dispensers in the walls. Without even commanding himself to do it, he found himself snatching the various objects from the air and even predicting where they would come from next.

He was their weapon. He was their gun, and he was scared of when they would finally set him free onto the world.

Only Hydra never got the chance to, instead, the same organisation the man who was staring at him worked for had broken in and saved him. Saved used loosely.

"Never seen a monster before?" Peter snarled at his handler who was still frozen in place.

As if awoken from a trance, the man shook his head, and his glazed over eyes looked away. "Let's go, kid."

Peter followed a few steps behind his handler as the man led him through a maze of halls towards their destination. He was going to work for the man's company, SHIELD, Peter believed it was called. As they walked through the maze, agents who were stationed in that building all froze as they stared at him.

You're an abomination.

Look at how they stare at you.

Peter had his eyes fixed straight ahead, determined not to let them know their stares hurt.

All he wanted to do was a scream, to yell at them. To do nothing more than to tell them that he was more than what he looked like. That he was more than the monster he was created to be.

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Work b hard, i regret everything

-SecretsInMyHead