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“listen . i just want to find my fucking kid and get him back here alive”
“I'm sorry mr stark but in this situation, we don't know anything about the captors. We shouldn't even be considering negotiating with them at this point anyway.”
Tony looked down at the man, “what do you mean ‘at this point’?”
The man leaned back in his chair and pushed back his hair with both hands, holding his eyes closed for a few seconds as if he was on the verge of a breakdown.
“I mean, if your son had been gone for more than 48 hours and the captors haven't even set a ransom yet, he's probably dead” he was up against the wall in a second, an iron man gauntlet wrapped around his neck, lifting him slightly off the ground.
“Listen, mr whatever your name was. I don't care. I want you to talk to these shady ass kidnappers and find my fucking son within the next 24 hours or youll see what the rest of my suit can do to you.”
Tony left the man, dropping him to the floor and practically running out of the room, down to the lab. Everywhere he looked he could practically feel peters essence around him. His workbench, the backpack he discarded on the floor, the hoodie left on the back of the couch.
He dropped onto the stool closest and pulled up the video again (for what must've been the 100th time)
It was quick, 2 minutes most.There were two masked men, they didn't say a word the whole time, there was a chair between them, and a person tied to it with a bag over their head, it was jarringly similar to the video obadiah was sent when he himself was kidnapped.
They just stood there for about 30 seconds before pulling the bag off his son’s head. He squinted his eyes as they adjusted to the bright lights. The men still stood shakingly still. Peters , now adjusted, eyes flicked to behind the camera, obviously spotting another person there. Then the video cut off.
It was both the most boring and the most frightening hostage situation tony had ever seen, He knew that if the captors had not set a ransom, they didn't intend to let Peter go. He wished to god they would somehow contact him again.
“who are you?” peter said again, and again not getting an answer
The guard opposite him just stared straight ahead, his mask still on. Peter knew that if they didn’t show their faces then they didn’t want him to know their faces, that gave him a little bit of hopw at least they didn’t intend to kill him.
Peter knew that tony would come for him soon, he just needs to stay alive until then, it would only take a couple hours maximum for them to find him- them being tony, rhodey and happy since they’ve become a family since the homecoming fiasco
The metal door screeched as it opened behind the chair he was tied to, he saw the guard look up behind him before getting up and leaving. Two more- different- masked men moved some camera equipment in front of him, leaving it off, slightly above his head like the last time he was filmed.
The two guards left and closed the door, peter knew there was still someone behind him, he could hear their heartbeat, their breathing, it was calm, as if they weren’t holding a 16-year-old kid hostage.
The man slowly moved to sit in front of peter, on the chair the first guard was sat in, the man rested his right leg on the other. He was wearing a smart suit that was obviously tailored towards him. His movements were all slow and graceful, peter realised he looked strikingly similar to the guy who played moriarty in sherlock. It just made him seem more psychotic in peters mind.
“hello peter,” the man said, he sounded slightly british- not as if he was actually british, more like he was faking it to sound posh.
“who the fuck are you, where am i?” peter tugged at his restraints, sort of expecting them to come loose, they were metal, maybe vibranium since he couldn’t break them.
“you can call me sir or master, whichever youd like” he responded smoothly, peter grimaced. Seriously? This guy trying to be called sir?
“as if” peter chuckled, this guy was a joke.
“now that just wont do will it?” the man came towards him, pulling something chunky out from behind his chair, peter tried to squirm away, but it was useless really.
The man snapped the device around his throat, a bit tight for peter but he could still breathe.
“what the fuck is this ” peter snapped
“ this is going to help you behave. You will call me sir or master understood?” the man stood back, seemingly admiring how the boy looked.
“what the fuck I’m not gonna do tha-“peter was cut off by a scream, surges of electricity spread throughout his body, his neck burned. He jerked, trying to get out of this damn chair.
The electricity stopped and peter was left panting, trying to get the oxygen he oh so needed.
“you will call me sir or master, understood ?” the man hissed.
“no”
The man made a small tutting noise, pulling his hand out of his trouser pocket to reveal a remote, he pressed a yellow button on there and the electricity turned on again.
Peter screamed again, thrashing around more and surely leaving marks over his wrists from tugging on the metal.
The electricity stopped once more and peter slumped.
“you will call me sir or master, understood?” the man stepped forward, towering over the boy.
“yes”
“yes what?”
“yes master,” peter bowed his head in shame, the man had a sickening smile on his face, forcing a gag into peter’s mouth. He walked back over to the camera, he turned it on.
“so mr stark…”