(It is assumed that for the purpose of this Story, Peter does /NOT/ have Ieditic memory. Thanks~)


Peter groaned as he dropped, rolling on the ground, and putting his back to the wall, panting as he watched the two. Since when did Loki start working with the Mutants, this could be really, really dangerous. Gah, he needed to get ahold of Logan, no matter how much Wade hated him. Oh god, Wade. Wade would be going insane, that Signal reached him too, and he was going to never hear the end of this if he made it out alive. He was so cold, wherever he was, it wasn't anywhere nearby, he knew for sure, and he looked around, but didn't see Loki or Sabertooth nearby. Well, not to bad then...It was snowing steadily outside the window, and he felt his hands short out, looking down in abject horror and ripping the Web Slingers off as they seemed to explode. Those. Had. Been. On. His. Hands. He shook a little. He looked outside, and frowned. this was so weird. He hadn't been kidnapped since he was 14. - Four Days. If his Internal clock was correct...but the sun never wavered, staying up the whole time. He would have said Alaska, but he knew Alaska was on its perpetual Nighttime right now, and so the only thing he could figure was some kind of Temporal Bubble. Also, they had brought him no food or water, and he had no neeed to go to the bathroom. So. Another tick in the Temporal Bubble category. - Nineteen Days. He had taken to systematically taking every single stich out of his over jacket, if only to have something to do. Loki had come by yesterday and confirmed it - while he was in here, going crazy with boredom, Barely 3 minutes had passed in the real world. It was frustrating, knowing the real world was so close and yet so far away. - Thirty-Two Days. He had torn his shoes off, taking the aglet to the walls, and started to write out every single Scientific Equation he could remember on the wall. He almost sobbed in happiness when Loki was apparently amused enough to let the marks remain. He had alot of equations in his head. Now he just had to make sure he remembered them. - Fifty Six Days. He had run out of room on the walls. He started on the floor. He had slept off and on as the need hit him, but that was the only need he had, he didn't get hungry, thirsty or anything else. He had a feeling that he only slept because Loki wanted to. The other tended to be there watching him when he woke up. - Fifty Nine Days. Floor full too. He had apparently fallen asleep again, because he had woken up to a completely pristine untouched room, no eqations anywhere. He had screamed in frustration for over two hours. - Sixty Seven Days. He had cried all day when he couldn't remember what Wade's smile looked like. The walls were once again wiped clean. He started writing song lyrics now. - Ninety Seven Days. He had forgotten his parents names today. Loki kept coming in and smirking at him, and he had a terrfiying, horrible moment where he couldn't remember why this was a bad thing. Walls clean again. Why had he been writing again? - One Hundred Seventeen Days. Loki visited again, and brought him a book of all things. He had almost forgotten what words looked like. He still spoke them, so he remembered how they sounded at least. He just repeated the words 'Peter Parker, I love Wade, I love my Fathers'. Whoever Wade was... - One Hundred Sixty One Days. Loki had brought him some kind of colored something called crayons today. They made beautiful pictures on his wall. He had drawn a spider today. He wasn't sure why, but it looked good on his wall. - Two Hundred and Eight Days. Loki visited again, and brought him a present - a new set of clothes! The new ones were deep green with a strange symbol in Gold on the front, and a simple pair of Black pants. No shoes. Loki said the symbol was Loki's own name in High Asgardian, whatever that is. Sabertooth also brough him new things that went on his Hands, and took him to a new room, and they fought, over and over until Peter could do the Martial Arts (As Sabertooth called them) in his sleep. - Two Hundred Fifty Two Days Loki had kissed him today, nothing big, but the other had pressed their lips together, and told Peter that no matter what, Peter belonged to Loki. What a strange thing to say - of course he did. He'd been here his entire life after all. Sabertooth showed him that his hand things could make 'webs'. He had spent three days just climbing over walls and hanging from the ceiling. Loki seemed amused. - Three Hundred Fifteen Days He wasn't sure why he was still keeping track of Days. He had asked Loki when the other came for his Visit, but Loki told him it was silly, and to be quiet, before kissing him again. So Peter shut up, and kissed him back. He had created an actual web today, it was beautiful. Loki had told him he was almost ready. - Three Hundred and Sixty Four Days He had managed to beat Sabertooth in their fight today. - Four Hundred and Seven Days Loki had told him that tomorrow was a very special day. He would be leaving his room tomorrow, and he wouldn't be back. He had begged to stay, not wanting to lose his clean, soft Blue walls or the Sunlight or Loki. Loki assured him that he would never be rid of him. No matter what, and layed him down on the bed. Loki had claimed him, for the first time, and Peter couldn't remember a time when he had ever been happier.