seen from Taiwan
seen from Bangladesh
seen from United States
seen from Argentina
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seen from Argentina
seen from Canada
seen from United States
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seen from China
seen from China
seen from Poland
seen from Indonesia
seen from Switzerland
seen from China
seen from Sweden
seen from United States
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seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
Report:
Finley has started to respond to treatment. Their mind is becoming theirs again. Baymax is a great asset when it comes to keeping everyone including Finley. I believe that by the end of the week Finley should be able to go home.
-Shuri
(Ooc: so sorry for all the changing back and forth this whole arc is a mess, please pretend you didn’t see it? Thank you)
Day Six
28 June 2022
Subject: 9
Code Name: Spider Soldier
Status:Alive
Mental: Controlled
Handler: Isa Riggs
Transcription
The routine today continues. Every day there is improvement of skills. Spider is ready for field work.
Day Five
27 June 2022
Subject: 9
Code Name: Spider Soldier
Status:Alive
Mental: Controlled
Handler: Isa Riggs
Transcription
The routine continued today. Spider showed increased abilities with Mixed fighting. They took down four men in a minute and 10 seconds, without killing them and without webs. With webs time was cut to just 15 seconds. Spider can scale 50 feet in 3 seconds. Languages improved slightly today. We have decided to focus on simplified Chinese for the time being. Blood samples where collected today durning the check up. Dr. List will send you results. We don’t believe The SSR has picked up on our location yet. ————————————————————————————We did nearly the same thing as yesterday. I am starting to feel better. Sergeant is happy with the improvements I am showing.
Day Ten
2 July 2022
Subject: 9
Code Name: Spider Soldier
Status: MIA
Mental: undetermined
Handler: Isa Riggs
Transcription
I lost control of spider. The SSR found us. A good fight was put up by spider. They took her though. Without the kill switch we couldn’t keep them in our hands. Many officers got rounded up in the raid. Me and doctor list have managed to escape for so far. We will be radio silent till a later date.
Day One
23 June 2022
Subject: 9
Code Name: Spider Soldier
Status:Alive
Mental: Controlled
Handler: Isa Riggs
Transcription Today began training, or in this case retraining. Spider awoke right away. Listened and followed all instructions perfectly, not a toe out of line. Down in the open space re tested knife and other weapon skills, no weapon fighting, strength, web abilities, and odds and ends. Spider was more than efficient in knife work. They took their webs and strung two knives together. Strength marked up to a ton for sure, most likely more, unable to confirm till a way to test. Flexibility was one of a trained gymnast along with their dexterity. Hand to hand combat was decent enough, will need slight work before proficient. Web abilities including making and weaving webs, swinging and other attributes where impressive. Spider showed the ability to crawl and walk on all surfaces with ease. The controlling is quite easy and has shown no bugs. Not lippy today, only talked when needed and seemed blank all day. Recommend for field work immediately. ———————————————————————————- It’s like being on a the see through part of a one way mirror. It’s a dream. I can see whats going on, hear it, feel it even. I can’t do anything. I’m a spectator in my own body, and I cant wake up. My conscience feels mottled and displaced, not all whole. I’m scared. The women from the room the other day was with me all day. I hear people calling her Sergeant Riggs. She must be one of leaders, I think. I’m not sure. I feel hollow. I woke up in a white room. It was cold. There was knives. Not like the two I have, had? I can’t remember what they looked like? They might be same as these. I think I did good today, they all seemed impress. Why should that matter they took you. It was nice today though, I got food, I got to lie down. I don’t have a bed. I need to get out before they turn me into Dr. Octavias. I need to get out before they turn me into Mr. Barnes.
Ooc: This is a long overacting plot. It’s written like a story. This is the first chapter per-say. (I’m not good at content warnings but here we go) Drug mentions, violence (no heavy descriptions or gore), doctors, misgendering
No, no, this can’t be happening. My vision clears, white padded walls surround me.
“No,” I murmur. I squeeze my eyes shut hoping it’s a dream. I open my eyes again. Nothing changes. My eyes are burning from tears coming on. I try and steady my breathing.
Assess the situation. Mr. Daredevils voice echos around my skull. I look down and see web shooters. Shit. I pull my arms apart as hard as I came but they don’t budge. These are the same style of web shooters hydra used. Only worked when they wanted them to otherwise acted like handcuffs even I couldn’t get out of. This really isn’t good.
I try and take a deep breath again. My eyes drift around the room. The faint outline of a door is across it. I look up to the ceilings, two cameras and knowing hydra there’s probably mics too. I try to bend and move my legs but they don’t budge. Weird. I try moving my fingers, they are barely moving. I look closely as I try and pull my hands apart, my elbows don’t even move.
Drugged, or paralyzed, great. At least I can breath, maybe that’s not a good thing really. My head starts to fizzle, at least my spidersense is still intact. I try and look unbothered as the door swings open.
“Nice to see you conscious Fitzgerald,” a younger women says with a wicked smile. Her shinny brown hair is pulled back into a pony tail. She wasn’t here last time from what I can remember. She motions towards me with her head. She walks out of the room as two big burly people wearing all black walk in picking me up.
I try and move, anything but me head only lazily rolls from side to side. The two drag me down a winding corridor, following the woman. She stops and a door slides open. It’s a tiled room, it looks like a giant shower. The drop my down on the floor, I crumple like a bag of flour. As the woman turns to me I take my chance to try and speak.
“What do you want?” My words slur slightly but the point gets across.
“We want you darling,” Again the two people roughly move me, this time to a sitting up position. Another person walks in, a middle aged man with hard lines. The woman talks to him before she leaves and he walks over to a cabinet. I cant quite see what he’s doing but he’s defiantly grabbing something. He turns around holding a hair clippers. As a reminder a piece of my hair falls infront of my eyes drenched in sweat.
I try moving as he walks over, but with to to people on my side holding me still and my body still be limp its no use. I can only manage a no. The clippers roar alive as it cuts through my hair. My brown hair fall the floor, tears come to my eyes against my will. I was starting to get angry, years, that took years of perfecting my most gender hair cut and they took it in seconds. It seems stupid but my limp body was boiling.
Hours Before Hand
“Just a nice simple patrol is just what I need. A way to have some fun and get some stress out.” I Pull on my mask and swing off the roof. The warm New York air surrounds me as I zip through the air. I stop to enjoy the sunset on the side of a building. I smile, the bright oranges and purples blend nicely across the sky, the Empire State Building shimmering in the distance. I flip off the building and keep swinging around. Someone’s screams. And there I go.
A tourist is crying and pointing down the busy sidewalk, bag snatchers. Easy, in seconds I got guy webbed up and have the bag back in the tourist’s arms. Soon the moons popping out, I decide I wanna get something to eat. I swing right down to Delmars. Can’t get my normal to be safe so I settle for a ham and cheese sandwich.
“On me Golden-Web,” Mr. Delmar says as I reach for my money.
“Can’t let you do that sir,” I decide on a British accent toddy, gotta keep the people on their toes.
“You’ve helped me out, least I can do.” Well he’s not wrong. I thank him for the sandwich and launch myself into the sky. I find a nice rooftop and couple blocks away. I pull my phone out incase I’ve missed anything. My message app looks spammed. I open my Miles and Cory’s group chat.
Cory: Wanna come and hang out tomorrow night guys?
Miles: Sure watch a wanna do?
Cory: I don’t know, maybe a movie, just chill?
Countless other text between the two of them trying to decide on what to do.
Me: I’m down for whatever
Miles: Looks like Finley finally woke up
Me: Ha ha
I put my phone away, I’ll deal with them later. I go back to swinging around. A loud crashes echoes from a alley. These are never good. My spider sense starts going off like wildfires. Voice are yelling inside, in a language I can’t quite place. Time to go in.
Nearly instantly I’m under fire, not from normal bullets though, I try to dodge them and get out, but one lands. My vision starts to blur. I try and crawl out but my limbs feel like lead.
Back to present
It feels like I have cotton balls in my mouth. California dreaming is playing from somewhere.
Why are the lights so bright? I try to shield my eyes. Something pulls on them instead. I try and look down, my eyes start to focus. My wrist are clamped down. Well that’s not good.
“He’s awake,” a random voice says, I can hear body’s moving around in the room but the light it still to bright to see anywhere but down.
“He?” A different voice says, “I thought it was a she.”
“It always works,” says a familiar voice.
“Shut up Micheals, go back to the sanitizing room, we don’t need you here.” That voice I definitely recognize, I roll my head over and meet eyes with the same woman from early. Feeling absorbedly confident I open my mouth.
“Actually the it Micheals, is a they/them, but I’m assuming that’s just as weird to you isn’t.” Ohs and burns echo out from the other people in the rooms. The woman laughs.
“Get out Micheals.” I hear a huff from the presumed Michaels and a door sliding shut. My vision really starts to clear at this point.
Weird machines and people in long coats dot the whole room.
“Because you’re so chatty today,” the woman starts, “why don’t you state the name for the record?”
“Oh is this court room now?” I’m gonna blame my big mouth on the drugs. “I thought you already knew my name dear.” My words slur slightly as I turn to face the woman the best I can. I test my legs to see if I can move them, but they are tied down tight.
The woman chuckles. “Shock ‘em.” Before I can process what she said something lights up my sides. The crackle of electricity fills the air, and the slight smell of burning fabric wafts to my nose. My body shakes a bit as my muscles feel like pins are tearing through them. The sound cuts out and my body falls back into the board. “Would you like to try again?” My body gives a weak cough.
“Sorry for the joke,” I say sarcastically, this isn’t a fight worth fighting. I’m in hydras hands anyway might as while as bid my time till I can get away. “Finley Fitzgrearld.”
“And is that your legal name.”
“Yes actually.” I snap back.
“Bit of a fire under you today,” she remarks as she looks down on at a clipboard.
“You would to if hydra captured and beat you Ma’am.” A flick of her wrist and I’m shocked again. I try and face the person shocking me. “What, is, your, problem.” It’s someone barely older than me with a blank face, twenty two at most.
“That’s enough Fitzgerald. How old are you?”
“16, don’t you have all this information?”
She doesn’t answer and asks the next question. “How long have you been operating as the the ‘Golden Web’?”
“How do you know I’m the golden web?” My heart starts racing, it wouldn’t hard for Hydra to put the pieces together but someone knowing makes me nervous.
“No point in hiding Fitzgerald, we pulled the suite of your body, how long.” She’s getting exasperated. Not wanting to get shocked again I give an answer.
“Well it’s, June? July? Of 2022? I was bite by your spider in the summer of 2020? I started doing hero stuff that fall, so two years, this fall. If I make it to then.” This actually makes the woman laugh.
“Oh you will,” this sends shivers down my spine. She rattles of a few more questions, nothing interesting. The woman stands up and talks to some of the other people in the room. I notice my mouth is dry.
“What does someone gotta do to get a drink in this place,” I say before I can stop myself. No one responds. I feel the platform I’m on move, bringing me to a more up right position. A doctor looking woman starts flashing lights in my eyes and nose and stuff. Great a checkup. She jots a lot of stuff down before leaving the room all together, another person this time walks up to me.
“We good to start the process Ma’am?” They ask. The woman walks back over to me and shrugs.
“Is the chip in place?” She asks.
“What chip?” I asked confused. The two ignore me.
“Yes, the incision is three hours out, we have six more hours for optimal instruction.”
“Then go ahead, no point in waiting any longer.”
“WHAT’S GOING ON!” I yell as loud as I can.
“Durand!” The woman yells.
“That’s not an answer,” I say before the person shocking me from early approaches and I can feel my eyes widening as the shove the black metal rectangle against my side as the electricity courses through my body. Hands start to adjust my head as the electricity dies. I try and fight it but my body is stiff and soar and tight from the shocks. I hear metal creaking as a weird contraption comes down and clamps around my skull. No.
“Please don’t,” I’m crying, if this is what Mr. Barnes was talking about I’m screwed. “Nooo,” I wail. Some reaches over trying to put a mouthguard in my mouth, but I shut it. Pain blossoms on my ribs again and as I gasp for breath they shove it in. Tears stream down my face as I try and breath. I hear the machine powering up. Something is burning against my skull as my brain feels on fire. My life seems to flash before my eyes.
Cory laughing as we got ready for pep band. My parents singing happy birthday to me in our apartment. Miles and Harry weaving through the park together as me and Cory buy ice-cream. Everything. Dr. Octavius plunging into the river, The prowler falling backwards as blood blooms from his chest, Mr. Osborn being crushed by cement. Relief starts to flood me as those memories start to dim one by one, gone, hidden somewhere just out of touch. As the memories fade so do I.
sometimes i think really hard about jack and juliet and aLL THE THINGS THAT COULD’VE BEEN AND DAMNNN THEY COULD’VE HAD IT ALL and then they had a baby and got married in the sideways probably in that order and ughhh give me all of it
