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Summary: In the end, Spider-Man is only one person. He cannot save everyone. And hate can rally more hate.

Word Count: 760

Tags: whump, public torture, blood, bruising, humiliation, degradation, religious imagery

Peter had been Spider-Man for more years than not at this point.

He was good, he was strong. He was fast, he didn't stop even when he was at his breaking point. He never let an opportunity go to waste. And he never forgot his Uncle Ben's last words.

But today all of that had come crashing down. For today, he didn't been quick enough. For today, he hadn't been strong enough. For today, he hadn't been smart enough.

Doctor Octavius had goaded him. Tricked him into a fight on his terms and his terms alone. Completely incapacitating Peter.

Peter's suit was torn to shreds, save for his mask, his was skin dripping blood and covered in horrible gashes and scrapes from the sharp metal Octavius controlled.

His arms were pulled apart above his head by his metal tentacles and he was sure at least 3 of his fingers were broken from the grip maintained around his hands

He desperately tugged at his restraints trying to slip his arms out of his capacitors grasp but Octavius noticed.

"Not so fast Spider-Man" and a mechanism inside two of the arms clicked sending barbs through Peter's hands.

He screamed from the pain as he felt sticky blood seep down the arm of his suit over his skin. He watched as drop after drop slid over his body leaving a trail behind him as he was manhandled around as Octavius moved.

Doctor Octavius was currently headed for times square, holding Peter in his wake as he perched in front of hunders of people who had stopped to whistness the fight between Spider-Man and the villain of the week.

He stuck his tentacles into the side of one of the biggest screens above the entire crowd. The sparks raining over the people.

"I have your beloved Spider-Man. The boy who promised to keep you safe! Promised to watch over your children in the night! Well look at him now"

Octavius moved Peter forward so he was hanging like Jesus on the cross in front of the gathered crowed.

"How many of you believed his lies and deception that he was anything more than a pest. How many have you put your faith in Spider-Man only to lose what you hold dear" he spat the words as he spoke them

Peter knew he was talking about his lab and his research, talking about the years of work he had put in. That they had put in together. Only for it to all be stripped away from him. His anger turning bitter with the influence of his machine.

The crowds clamouring turned. Peter could sense it. The way his skin crawled, the way he could feel the mounting disdain and anger and hurt radiating off the crowd.

The way people began to yell and curse at him. Shunning him for any good he had done in place of all he had failed to do.

He tried to tug and pull on Octavius' grasp but the barbs through his hands and the mechanically locked grip on his wrists kept him in place.

He kicked and swung trying to get any purchase or leverage in anything but he couldn't. Not without tearing his own hands off.

"Can you trust a boy who couldn't even save himself!"

Octavius yelled down at the crowed as he brought a third tentacle up, coiling up the wires to them smash the collected metal into his chest. Peter coughed, looking through the cracks in his mask as a spattering of blood leaked from his lips on impact, the majority of it staining his mask and filling his mouth. A sickly sweet and metallic taste that he choked on.

Octavius reeled back and struck him once more. This time in the face. Peter heard a crunch and the world around him was overtaken with a shrill wringing.

When it subsided he noticed the other noise. The cheering. The disgusting approval of the crowd below him. They were cheering as Octavius took out their collective rage on him.

Peter almost didn't blame them. There was so much he failed to do. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even save his uncle Ben. How was he expected to save the whole of New York.

Octavius continued to spit vile insults at him as he beat him over and over. Digging the barbs of his tentacles into Peter's side and bruising up Peter's face. His face swelled as a black eye formed over his right eye. His lip was split and he was continuing to cough up blood.

Peter's violent retribution was on display for all to see. They were calling for his public execution and Octavius would be the executioner.

He watched as Octavius tentacle came up one more time before he felt a burst of pain, stars scattering his vision before it all went black.

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Characters used: Peter "Spider-Man" Parker, Doctor Otto Octavius, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steven "Captain America" Rogers

Day 1: public torture/public use, stress position, “If you cry, we’ll go easy on you.”

Day 2: Unfortunate fall, car accident, “Don’t move. You’ll be okay.”

Day 3: Shared trauma, survivor’s guilt, “It’s not your fault.”

Day 4: Painful transformation, non-consensual body modifications, “You’re a monster.”

Day 5: Overstimulation, migraines, “I can’t take this anymore.”

Day 6: Multiple whumpees, self sacrifice, “I’m the only one who can do this.”

Day 7: Field medicine, running out of supplies, “Hold on, we’re going to have to improvise.”

Day 8: Rope burns, gagged, “You’re so much prettier this way.”

Day 9: Hypothermia, heatstroke, “You look pretty pale.”

Day 10: Self worth issues, pushing away a loved one, “You don't need to earn this.”

Day 11: Hallucinations, truth serum, “Why would you even say that?”

Day 12: Isolation, sensory deprivation, “Can you feel me? I’m right here, whumpee.”

Day 13: Whumpee using themself as bait, defiance, “Take me instead.”

Day 14: Seizures, concussion, “See if you can follow my finger with your eyes.”

Day 15: Waterboarding, removing body parts, “Don’t break down on me yet.”

Day 16: Drowning, hostile environment, “I don’t know how anybody could survive that.”

Day 17: Abandonment, misunderstanding, “Why did I even think you cared?”

Day 18: Mind control, possession, “Everybody will end up despising you.”

Day 19: Disassociation, losing a sense, “I wish I could get you back.”

Day 20: Enemy/Stranger to caretaker, accidental de-aging, “I’m absolutely not qualified for this shit.”

Day 21: Drugged, ambulance ride, “This will make you feel better, okay?”

Day 22: Forced (to kneel/watch/hurt somebody else), whipped, “Do not look away.”

Day 23: Fever, passing out, “Hey?! Stay with me, okay?!”

Day 24: Deconditioning, relapse, “It’s normal that you need more time.”

Day 25: Humiliation, betrayal, “How could you?!”

Day 26: Electrocution, burning, “This is going to sting.”

Day 27: Before vs after, Alternate universe, “Well, there’s a first for everything.”

Day 28: Internal bleeding, needles and stitches, “I didn’t think the wound was that bad…”

Day 29: Ownership, branding, “Everybody will know that you’re mine.”

Day 30: Poison, delirium, “You’re not making sense.”

Day 31: Panic attack, facing a phobia, “You need to get out of here!”