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Tony realised they shouldn’t have gone to dinner that night. He knows they shouldn’t have left Peter alone, no matter how much the kid insisted. He had a bad feeling from the beginning of the night, but he brushed it off. Ignored it.
He couldn’t put into words how much he regretted that now.
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Tony giggled as him and the team walked out of the restaurant, all in various stages of drunkenness, leaning on each other as they walked down the street. Bruce and Steve were the only ones who were sober, maybe just slightly tipsy. Bruce, well he couldn’t lose control and let the hulk out, and Steve, he could have three bottles of whiskey and still not be drunk, perks of being a supersoldier.
“Tony, Tony Tony! Tell- tell clint about when, when you walked in on Steve and Bucky” Natasha giggled, Steve ran in between them, pulling tony towards him.
“No! No, no, you’re not doing that tonight” The three avengers all groaned in protest, but Steve didn’t let up, leading the group towards the tower.
It took them 10 minutes to get through the rotating doors by the entrance, even longer to all fit in the elevator, somehow all managing to get in (Bucky and sam having to cram themselves into a corner but that’s besides the point), some of the team tripping over their feet on the way in. Tony called out to FRIDAY, eyebrows creasing when he didn’t get an answer, but shrugged it off.
God how much he regretted that now.
The doors opened to the penthouse, lights on and laughs from the elevator filling the air. Slowly, they filtered out of the elevator, some leaning on others. It took them a few seconds to notice the limp body on the floor, stopping in their tracks as they did, before Tony choked out a whisper.
“Peter?”
As they slowly processed the scene, the room erupted in chaos. Rhodey yelling out for Bucky to go get Cho, Natasha quickly turning the teenager’s head over to find a weak pulse. He saw Bruce run over to the body, immediately getting into the doctor mindset he was well known for- yelling out orders to Sam and Steve, Tony stood frozen.
God please, not him.
Tony shook his head and stumbled forward, falling to his knees beside the teenager’s head, he moved to hold one of the kid’s hands, gagging when it nearly slipped out of his hold, slick with blood. Tony looked down, startled at the sight of the kid- his kid. There was a puddle of blood underneath him, slowly growing bigger, as his skin paled. Tony didn’t dare try to find where the blood was coming from, he’d leave that to Bruce.
Tony flinched as someone pulled him away from the limp body, going quietly, knowing it was the best for the kid. Doctors obstructed his view as they loaded him onto a stretcher. He turned around in the person’s grip to find Rhodey holding him back. He turned his face into his best friend’s chest, tears starting to fall.
As the elevator doors closed behind the various doctors, he heard the team start to talk. He mainly zoned out what they were saying, but one question stood out to all of them.
How did this happen?
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A few minutes later, Tony stood in the lab, rhodey next to him, with the team stood by the back wall, they knew they shouldn't be intruding on this moment, but they deserved to know what happened to their favourite team member. They knew they had to see it for themselves.
The screens in front of them lit up, “Sorry boss, it seems my systems were compromised and I was turned off after you left,” Announced FRIDAY.
Tony sighed, “That’s okay, babygirl, the cameras were up, though, right?” The rest of the team looked shocked as the AI answered.
“Yes, boss.”
Tony sighed and nodded, somewhat relieved. He’d made sure the cameras were always recording just in case FRIDAY was down, he never thought he’d have to check. The screen in front of him showed a frozen scene of the entrance from the kitchen to the living room.
The team held their breath as the video started to play.
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Peter turned the light on as he walked into the kitchen, humming under his breath. He grabbed a glass of water before turning to walk into the lounge. He raised a hand to his neck as his senses tingled, but shook it off.
It’s safe here.
He sat on the couch and started flipping through the channel options on the tv, kicking his feet up to rest on the coffee table. The team had only left 10 minutes ago but he was going to make the most out of his alone time.
He felt a presence behind him, turning his head slightly to check on it, finding nothing. He shrugged it off yet again, not fully letting his guard down.
Only a few minutes later, he felt the same presence, turning to check, he chastised himself for being so wary, he’s spiderman, he can handle himself. He found nothing yet again, turning to look back at the tv before he heard a crash from the kitchen.
Immediately, he jumped up, checking his wrists-
His webshooters were in the lab.
That’s okay, that’s fine, he can just call Tony-
He left his phone in the kitchen.
What’s he thinking? He doesn’t need Tony. It’s probably just some plates falling over.
Still, he was slow as he walked to the entrance to the kitchen. He looked through the doorway, breathing out a small sigh of relief when he found nothing, he checked through some of the cupboards, finding nothing out of place.
He started humming again, moving back towards the tv, ready to binge watch brooklyn 99 for the rest of the night.
He stopped in his tracks as he heard a voice.
“‘S a lovely song you’re humming there” Peter whirled around, moving into a fighting stance, eyes landing on a man sat on the edge of the couch, looking relaxed.
His shoulder length brown hair moved as he spoke, “Such a nice coincidence the team was away for the night,” he moved to rest his head on his fist, propped up by his knee,”We’ve got hours together now”
Peter’s mind seemed to run at twice the speed, as he ran towards the lab, desperate to find something to fend off this guy, he wouldn’t be able to do it alone.
He shut himself in his bedroom, rummaging through his drawers for his spare webshooters, moving at lightning speed.
They weren’t here.
He sobbed as he heard footsteps come closer to his room, feeling completely helpless.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are,”
The doorknob to his room turned slowly, as if taunting him. The man stepped through, spotting Peter crouched in the corner of the room immediately. He smiled sickly, walking toward him.
He easily took Peter's wrists in one of his hands, holding them away from both of them, effectively holding Peter back. He was helpless to stop it. The man took a cloth out of his pocket, turning it over in his hand once or twice, Peter pulled back as much as he could from him.
“Come on, now, it’s okay. Just… relax” he chuckled slightly as he held the cloth to Peter’s mouth, pressing it firmly to his closed lips and nose.
Within a few seconds, Peter’s eyes were drooping closed, the scent going through his system without him knowing. The man kept the cloth pressed to Peter’s face as he let go of his wrists and picked him up, carrying him out of the room.
“It’ll all be over soon”