Strings Attached

20 Questions

Peter watched skeptically as Daisy sat down on the provided chair opposite his containment box. The chair was metal, supplied with a connecting desk, much like the one you'd find in a classroom.

"Here's how this is going to work" Johnson began, "You are the prisoner, we" she motioned to the billionaire and herself, "are the Questionnaires. We are going to ask 20 questions or less when we come in each day Capeesh?"

"Capeesh" Peter echoed. Slightly curious about how this was about to go down.

"Now, Let's take a look" Tony announced the agent hovering over his shoulder as he opened the Manilla folder with the words, 'winter Projekt in german', written in bold letters on the cover. His file.

"Peter Parker" he read aloud, much to the noticeable discomfort teen aheah of him. He smiled. 

"Hydra name: Winter Spyder. why S-p-y-d-e-r" he spelled out. "Why?"

Peter shrugged his shoulders" I was made for spying I guess, they didn't say much, nor did we ask." Peter explained. Tony Stark seemed satisfied with the simple answer and wrote something down on his lose leap paper.
"We?" Daisy asked the next question. Peter nodded slowly wondering how much he should tell them. Hydra was gone, dead, no more demands. No more compliance. He smiled, he could do whatever he wanted, say what he wanted and act however he wanted. "We?" Daisy asked again growing impatient.
"Hydra used a sort of algorithm, Zola's algorithm I believe to find the kids with the most potential. They were categorized too. The agents, under covers, and the e-experiments." Peter visibly stumbled over the word.
"And you are?" Tony scribbled more writing down.

"Discovery requires experimentation" Peter quoted as if it was drilled into his brain. "A radioactive spider bit me"

Daisy's head shot up in mortification before hiding her face underneath her mess of curls. "And the others?"

"I was one of 5 who was part of the winter program." a pause, "And the only survivor"

"Sorry" Tony murmured obviously not meant to be heard.

"It's ok" Peter sighed giving him an almost comforting smile. The billionaire stared at the teen in surprise.
"What kind of abilities do you have," he asked. Peter glanced up listing them in his mind.

"Sticking to things, enhanced strength, metabolism, Seeing, hearing, tasting, basically all the senses, and bad luck"

"Bad luck?" Daisy asked confused.

"Yeah my luck is not good, lost my parents in a plane crash, lost my uncle to a robbery, hydra killed my aunt after they found out I was like I out of like a gazillion other kids who was worthy of being a HYDRA lab rat"

Tony contemplated this reading over the rest of Peter's file "says here you are- were the most loyal Hydra student. Why?"

Peter glanced at Daisy, as a Shield member she probably knew more about the machine than the other Avengers, "they perfected the memory wipe machine, replaced our memories with ones of HYDRA. They restored them 16 years later for missions that were undercover. This way the kids knew a bit about the outside world to fit in easier, but also were still loyal to Hydra."

"Undercover missions?" She asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, when the agents pretend to- "  He got interrupted

"Not what it is, What kind?" She said matter-of-factly

Recognition flashed through Peter's eyes, "sometimes the agents stole, killed, or kept watch on other organization, the Avengers for example. We hacked into the base and went to a few parties. That was fun."

"Which party" Tony rejoined the guest icing. The one that Ultron showed up at, you guys trying to lift Thor's Hammer was absolutely priceless!" Peter chuckled.
What Peter didn't say was how he was trapped in the white room for, not completing his mission.

"What do you remember from your past before HYDRA?" Tony changed the topic. Peter looked at his once blank paper and found it was filled with an overwhelming amount of words. The paper was totally covered.

"Not much," I know my father was a nice man, and my uncle was a police officer. May- "He choked on her name, "She was a nurse. Worked at Stark Memorial hospital"
"Any other family?" Daisy asked sympathetically.

"No, I'm alone, but I win at yo-mama a lot" Peter attempted to lighten the mood but didn't miss their watery eyes. 

"What sort of things did you learn at Hydra school?" Tony asked, not being able to handle the darker topics, Peter concluded.

"Hydra University" Peter corrected. "And we learned math, science, chemistry, combat, reading, writing, Hydra history and I took an optional course on SHIELD and the Avengers" 

"What did you learn about us," Tony asked suddenly seeming worried.

"Not much, the original six. you, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, and Thor Odinson. When HYDRA first revealed itself forcing SHIELD to release classified files we found out a lot more," Peter explained, becoming slightly uncomfortable. 7 questions left he reminded himself.

"What about Bucky, what did they tell you about the Winter Soldier" Tony spat out the name as if it were a curse. 
That he was a HYDRA traitor and that he was given gifts that he wasted, but they also told us about his...victories," a pause, "they told me how they wanted me to be the next one "Daisy slammed his copy of the files on the table.
Creating a resonating bang that made Peter flinch violently. She left then. "She had a friend, Grant Ward, think he was an agent of Hydra. Get's a bit tense when she hears about things he's done."  A pause then,"You were in HYDRA when Bucky was still winter soldier" Tony asked redirecting the teens attention to the questions at hand.

"Yes, we trained a few times together, beat me every time" He winced at the memory.

"Did something happen" Tony wondered

"No," Peter lied smoothly, "challenging component, but he went easy on me"

"How loyal to HYDRA are you now?" Tony asked tiredly.

"No, HYDRA to be loyal to" He responded earning a laugh from the celebrity.

"Final question, how are the books" Tony motioned to the stack of books on the table.

"Read the backs, different than what I'm used to." He admitted

"And what are you used to?" he questioned

"Guess you'll find out tomorrow" Peter quipped.

"Good night, Ragno," Tony said with a wink.

"Buonanotte uomo di ferro" Peter said in fluent Italian.

"I'm not sure if I'm more surprised or impressed" Tony complimented, closing to door with a soft click.