Peter woke up with a splitting headache. He wasn't sure what had hit him, literally. He felt like he had been struck in the back of the head which caused him to black out. The weird part was, was that he was walking home with friend Ned so he figured if anyone were to attack, it would've been when he was alone. Though, Ned wasn't very menacing nor threatening, so it was pretty obvious why Peter's attacker had, well, attacked.
Either way it didn't matter how he had been caught right now, but rather where he was so he could get out. He also figured that Ned had been captured too, so he had to save his friend too. Peter felt cold on his back, but he could still feel his clothes on his body. He quickly realized he was restrained and on an iron plate, almost like a examination table at an up-right angle. He wasn't sure why he wasn't dead if he was captured, but figured it was because of whoever had kidnapped him. It was pretty ambiguous right now, and he was worried his identity as Spider-Man had been discovered. He really wanted to get out of here and stop whoever captured him so he could save himself and his identity.
Just as Peter was struggling to get out, an unknown voice spoke overhead. On the loudspeaker, it said, "I'm glad you're awake Peter, or should I say, Spider-Man?" The voice laughed as Peter tried to get out. "What do you-" "Want with you? I'm glad you asked." The voice finished Peter's question. "I've admired you for quite some time, Peter. You're incredibly fit, attractive and, mind the pun, super." The voice explained, and further said, "I want to see how we can improve your body. Well, at least improve by my standards." "What are you talking about?" Peter simply asked, extremely confused.
"Don't worry, you'll see what I mean." The voice replied and silence came afterwards. Shortly after, Peter started to try to get out again, struggling against the restrains that wouldn't seem to budge. While he was preoccupied, a robotic arm came down an injected him with something. He felt a prick in his arm so he knew something had been put into him, but he wasn't sure what. "Now we can begin my experiment!" The voice finally rang overhead. Peter was about to object, but soon after the voice spoke...
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