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The material is smooth against SP-007's calloused hands. Inside of it lies several pieces of paper, stacked together neatly, even though they are of all shapes and sizes. SP-007 closes his eyes and reopens them, before peering at the first item.
PARKER, RICHARD. (1975 – 2006)
Sex: Male.
Eye Color: Brown.
Height: 5”7.
Current Status: Deceased.
If Deceased, Cause of Death: Plane Crash.
Know Relatives: Theresa Parker (mother), Oliver Parker (father), Mary Parker (spouse), Ben Parker (brother), May Parker (sister-in-law), Peter Parker (son).
Known Live Relatives: N/A.
Last Occupation: OSCORP, Head of Genetic Research.
Accolades: Genetics Society of America Medal, Certification of Success with OSCORP.
Criminal Record: N/A.
Pending Investigations: Investigation Into the Ethics of OSCORP's Practices; HYDRA’s Greatest Asset.
Health Issues: Type 2 Diabetes.
Driver's License: Yes.
Organ Donor: No.
The information is typed up neatly on a thin piece of paper, and a paper clip secures a photograph of a happy man to the corner. Richard Parker, SP-007 fills in for himself, skimming the lines over and over to commit them to memory.
Once he is satisfied, he pushes the sheet to the side and finds a paper similar to the one he had just read.
PARKER, NÉE FITZPATRICK, MARY. (1977 – 2006)
Sex: Female.
Eye Color: Green.
Height: 5”2.
Current Status: Deceased.
If Deceased, Cause of Death: Plane Crash.
Know Relatives: Stacy Fitzpatrick (mother), Edward Fitzpatrick (father), Richard Parker (spouse), Ben Parker (brother-in-law), May Parker (sister-in-law), Peter Parker (son).
Known Live Relatives: N/A.
Last Occupation: CIA: Anti-Terrorism Task Force.
Accolades: CIA Career Commendation Medal.
Criminal Record: N/A.
Pending Investigations: N/A.
Health Issues: N/A.
Driver's License: Yes.
Organ Donor: No.
Richard Parker’s wife. SP-007 is still unclear as to how the couple related to himself, but, nevertheless, commits the sheet to memory, as well. Something about the photograph of Mary Parker and her green eyes stirs up a faint memory in SP-007's chest, but he pushes it away, and moved onto the next page, which is a yellowed newspaper clipping dated to 2006.
FIERY PLANE CRASH KILLS 402.
When boarding the Boeing plane last night, the 388 passengers saw nothing amiss. Their flight attendants were smiling, the pilot wished them a good flight, and they were ready to take a trip to Paris, France.
There had been no warning. No gas masks descended, no life jackets were fastened. At 8:23 PM, the plane sent out a distress signal. Ten seconds later, no one could get in contact with it.
Among the victims were Richard Parker, Mary Parker, and their five-year-old son, Peter Parker. Richard Parker was a well-known genetic experiments, infamous to all who study the field. His discoveries, including a top-secret serum that could genetically modify DNA to merge with that of a spider, were highly commended and respected in the scientific community.
Mary Parker, herself, was a CIA agent. This information has come to light as a result of her unfortunate passing, and she has been awarded the Career Commendation Medal for her extraordinary work against terrorism, most specifically, HYDRA.
Their son, Peter Parker, was known to all as a bubbly five-year-old, who was much too smart for his own good. May Parker, the wife of Richard Parker’s younger brother Ben Parker, says: “He was supposed to stay with us while his parents went to France, but he wrote this whole persuasive speech on why they should bring him along. Peter is – was the smartest kid I’ve had the pleasure of knowing.” [cont. on C3]
SP-007 turns the page of the newspaper, but the rest of the article has not been included in the folder, and he huffs angrily.
What do Richard Parker, Mary Parker, and Peter Parker have to do with him?
There are a few more certificates and reports relating to Richard and Mary that SP-007 skims, but he's starting to get annoyed at the seemingly randomness of everything. Richard Parker must be one part of the puzzle, as he knows from his eavesdropping session, but did SP-007 really need to know all of these details about Mary Parker?
Sighing, SP-007 pulls out the final item in the folder.
PARKER, PETER. (2001 – )
Sex: Male.
Eye Color: Brown.
Height: 5"5.
Current Status: Alive, Presumed Dead.
If Deceased, Cause of Death: N/A
Know Relatives: Richard Parker (father), Mary Parker (mother), Ben Parker (uncle), May Parker (aunt).
Known Live Relatives: N/A.
Last Occupation: N/A
Accolades: N/A
Criminal Record: Assassin, 147 victims
Pending Investigations: HYDRA’s Greatest Asset.
Health Issues: N/A.
Driver's License: es.
Organ Donor: No.
And then, at the bottom, a slip of paper stapled to the sheet: a DNA test.
SP-007 doesn't know much about the technology they had used, but he can certainly read the results: Peter Parker is SP-007; HYDRA’s greatest asset.
Peter Parker is him.
He has a name.
He had had a family .
SP-007 – Peter's – mind is overflowing with “what does this mean for me”s, craving answers even more than he craved food, which is a considerable amount.
Peter glances across the room and stares into the one-way mirror, daring his new Handlers to enter. What game are they playing at, giving him all of this information about himself? This isn't - this isn't him. It couldn’t be him.
He is a weapon. They wanted a weapon – why didn’t they want a weapon?
As Peter begins mildly panicking, the door creaks open and Natasha enters.
“Why - why did you give this to me?” Peter asks, his voice cracking slightly.
“I think I already told you. We aren’t interested in you as a weapon, we’re interested you as a child. You are a human, Peter, and we want to help.” Peter gulps, not believing a word she says. “Now come along. You need to go to the Med-Bay.”
“W-What? What’s the – the Med-Bay?”
“Dr. Cho will look you over, make sure you’re healthy. She won’t hurt you.”
Grumbling, Peter stands up and crossed his arms, his handcuffs clinking together awkwardly. “You can tell Stark that something I don’t like are doctors.”
“Noted.”
“You know, he wanted me to have preferences. What’s the point of figuring them out and telling you them if you’re not even going to listen?”
“We will listen, usually. But I assume you don’t like pain, and if we don’t get you checked out, any health issues will go unnoticed and, considering the conditions you’ve endured, will likely result in extreme amounts of pain.”
“Yeah, well, I’m used to pain. If I have a choice over doctors and pain, I choose pain. I’ve lived without medical examinations for this long -”
“I’m not arguing with you. You do not have a choice in everything, Peter. You’re still a child.”
And with that, Natasha roughly grabs Peter’s hand and drags him to the Med-Bay. He's too afraid of her to resist, but he loathes doctors too much to voluntarily move himself closer to one, so Natasha is physically pulling Peter by his arm, the rest of his body lagging behind him.
After not nearly long enough, he arrives in what is presumably the Med-Bay. It looks nothing like the rooms he had been experimented in, but, then again, nothing in this strange building looked like anything from the HYDRA bunker. The proportion of the HYDRA rickety elevator-esque machine and the one he had used earlier could very plausibly equate to -
“Peter!” Natasha’s sharp voice jolts him out of his thoughts, and he quickly acquaints himself with his environment, before gazing at her innocently.
“Yes, Ma’am?”
“You zoned out for a second there. I said that Dr. Cho’s going to get here in a few minutes, and that you should take a seat over here while we wait for her.”
“Did Stark okay this? Because I don’t think you understand what he was getting at, earlier on the -”
“Did you use to talk like this to your handlers?”
Peter freezes. He knew it had all been a trick. Of course he still has handlers. How could he think he could possibly be free? How could he think life could possibly be better with the Avengers?
“My apologies, Ma’am.”
“Wait, Peter, I didn’t mean that. We’re not your handlers, but we are your caregivers, and that means you need to treat us with respect.”
Peter doesn't respond. It's best not to, in these cases, he's learned.
As he wordlessly climbs up onto the area he had been told to sit upon, he finds something in Natasha’s eyes that unnerves him, but he is too afraid to ask about it, so he sits, his posture ramrod straight, as Natasha refuses to meet his eyes.
They remain that way, the air stuffy with tension, before a smiling woman entered the room, clad in a stark white lab coat, a stethoscope hanging around her neck. All of Peter’s muscles immediately tense.
“Hello, there, Peter, I’m Dr. Cho. I’m just going to do a routine check and take some blood, that’s all.”
Why is she even pretending? Who is she helping?
The beginning of the examination is fine. Dr. Cho explains everything she is doing and why, a luxury that Peter had never received from HYDRA. Almost everything is unfamiliar to him, as his health had never really been a concern of HYDRA, so he is still wary.
But then, at the end, comes something Peter was all too familiar with. A blood draw.
“It’ll only be a little pinch,” Dr. Cho explains. “We just need to check a few things.”
“Check what?” Peter asks, only daring to do so because she had seemed so willing to explain herself earlier.
After shooting a quick glance of permission at Natasha, who gives a minute nod, Dr. Cho answers. “Well, we’ve got to figure out how fast your metabolism is. And, well, to be frank with you, Peter, the government needs a full analysis of your enhancements. You can be dangerous, and they need to know what they’re dealing with. We’ll get a very accurate summary from your blood work.”
This is bad.
This is terrible.
When HYDRA gets their hands on him again, and they will, there is no telling what they'll do if they find out that Peter – SP-007 – had handed his blood over to the Enemy. In their eyes, his blood is the most powerful weapon.
Also, eavesdropping is one of the only ways Peter managed to stay sane, hear things that weren’t barked orders and cold criticisms. If the summary is that accurate, then they will know how enhanced his hearing is, unlike HYDRA.
God, God, God, this is so, so, bad.
Once they start taking blood, they will never stop, and Peter knows this. Something about his blood fascinates, and -
“Done!” Chirps Dr. Cho, slipping a vial of dark-red liquid away. “You’ve been great, Peter. We won’t have to meet again unless you’re injured or sick. I promise that we only want to lesson your pain, okay?”
Oh. That had been done quickly. And, while Peter knows he had to take everything he hears here, including promises, with a grain of salt, she had sounded incredibly sincere. In any case, she'll change her mind once she saw his results.
... Right?