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Peter had woken up about an hour ago in a dingy cell. Everything around him was concrete, except the door which was metal.
Tony hadn’t woken up yet. Whatever he’d been drugged with must have worked though Peter faster.
He couldn’t remember exactly how he got here. Things were still fuzzy in his head, he was just happy Tony was with him. At least he wouldn’t be alone.
Just then Tony began to stir. He let out a groan and brought his hand to his forehead. Peter stayed silent, letting his headache pass.
“Mr. Stark?” Peter was surprised by the waiver in his voice.
“Kid?” Tony looked up at him, his head forgotten.
“Uhh hey…” Peters voice came out more confident.
“I- don’t know where we are. I woke up… uhh… maybe an hour ago?”
“Ok. Alright… hey Pete we’re going to be fine alright, I’m sure the rest of the team is comping to get us now” Tony assured Peter.
Peter nodded, knowing Tony was just trying to make him feel better. It helped a bit anyways.
They were in there alone for about another hour. Tony talked with Peter, distracting him from their situation.
Suddenly Peters head snapped up. He could hear footsteps.
“Peter?” Tony questioned.
“Someone’s coming” He whispered.
They both stood up.
“Get behind me” Tony ordered with a no-nonsense voice.
Peter looked at him a moment, considering staying in front, he was stronger anyways, but when the door made a noise he gave in and hid behind the man.
The door creaked open, letting a streak of dull light though. The other side of the door had the same concrete walls, they were painted a deep grey. A hallway led both from the left and right, and little lights hung from the ceiling.
I’m the doorway stood a single man, obviously the boss, and behind him 2 men in all black, their faces hidden.
The man said something in what Peter thought was Russian. Either way he couldn’t understand it, and the two men came forward.
Tony put an arm in front of Peter, fully blocking him from the men. Peter felt guilty hiding behind him, but it really didn’t matter much in the end.
Peter expected them to try and grab Tony, or maybe both of them. He would be the one with all the information anyways. But instead they both reached for Peter.
Tony leaned back and glared at them, it wasn’t very effective, they just pushed him off.
“Hey!” Tony warned, he was ignored.
Peter was effectively frozen, he’d faced plenty of bad guys before, but he felt droopy and even if he did beat these two, who’s to say how many people where here.
He looked to Tony, who looked equally lost, and was dragged out of the room. He tried to put up a fight, but the drugs where really making him tired.
Everyone left the room leaving Tony in the dark alone.
—
Peter was led to another empty room. Dave, as Peter named the boss man, silently followed behind them.
Peter assumed they would ask for information. Maybe they’d want him to build something? At the very least cut off a finger and send it to someone for ransom.
The room he was in looked the same as the one he woke up in. The walls and floor where made out of concrete, except there was a tank of water in this one.
Peter could already guess what it was for.
The man said more words in Russian and he wondered if Dave even knew English.
Without warning Peter was plunged in the water. He didn’t have much air in his lungs due to being caught off guard, and began struggling immediately.
His thrashing did nothing, but his body wouldn’t hold still. Soon his mouth was open in a desperate attempt for air and he was choking.
It was then he was pulled out and given a chance to breath. He coughed up water and sucked in as much air as he could.
He was once again proven wrong when instead of asking for something, he was just shoved under again.
He cried during the second time. He couldn’t tell the difference between his tears and the water running down his face.
The third time was the last time, and the longest. Peter was pretty sure he lost consciousness at some point, but a strong hit to his back brought the water back out of his lungs while he was being dragged back.
He was still coughing when he was thrown back in with Tony, the door closed without a word.
“Pete? Oh shit… hey breathe. That’s it just breathe” Tony tried to help him
When all the water was out of his lungs Peter came back to his senses some. He was still crying ugly sobs, and he was cold. He didn’t remember the water being cold.
He wasn’t sure when but somehow he ended up shivering in the crook of Tony’s neck as he slowly rocked him.
He must have drifted off to sleep at some point. He doesn’t usually have dreams, and almost never nightmares. But of course he had to get one tonight.
It was fairly normal for nightmare standards. It was really just a recreation of earlier. Not being able to breathe. Trying to suck in air and not finding any, being alone.
He let out a cry when he woke up, he had a panic attack too. Tony was awake, did he ever fall asleep? He was able to calm Peter down.
Peter clutched Tony in a hug, tears fell from his face as Tony said soothing words to him as he rubbed his back.
—
Tony’s POV
Tony was alone for a long time. He tried not to think about Peter while he wasn’t there, but that was virtually impossible.
He still had no idea why he was here or what they wanted. He didn’t think they knew about Spider-Man, so that was a plus.
He just hoped the rest of the team where tracking them down now.
Peter came back sooner then he expected. A guard came and threw him to the ground.
Tony was relieved to see him at first, but soon became scared. He was coughing up water, like, a Really unhealthy amount of water.
He knelt down and tried to help him, and soon the water seemed mostly out of his lungs. After that it was the cold. Tony didn’t mind Peter huddling up with him, he just wanted to keep him as warm as possible.
Tony was beyond furious. Why did they do this? And to a kid? Not just any kid but Peter? They hadn’t asked for anything, were they hurting him for shits and giggles?
Peter fell asleep and though he tried to stop himself, Tony did for a bit too. He woke up when Peter started jostling around.
Peter gasped loudly when he woke up and brought a hand to his neck.
“Hey Bambi” Tony soothed
“I can’t- I- Can’t breathe-I” he began to panic “Tony I can’t- there’s so much water” he let out strangled breaths.
“I know, shhh I know, your alright, deep breaths, in and out come on Pete” he held Peter closer, smoothing down his hair.
Peters breathing slowed down eventually and he buried his head in Tony’s chest.
“I’m sorry”
“You don’t need to apologize” Tony whispered.
“I’m scared”
“I know” Tony hugged him “the rest of the team is on their way. I promise”
They both fell asleep again.
—
The rest of the team was not, in fact, on their way. They were trying there best to track them down, but they lost both of there best computer guys, and had no leads.
Steve and Bucky where currently out, looking for any other clues from when the two where taken.
Meanwhile the rest of them where in the compound scanning though spam emails, checking security cameras, searching license plates, and more.
“Theres nothing here!” Sam yelled in frustration.
“There has to be, just keep looking” Nat replied in a calm manner.
“How are you so calm right now?” It was a genuine question.
Natasha sighed “I’m not sure, there’s no point in stressing”
“No point in stressing! Natasha we have no idea where they are! Taking Tony is one thing, he knows what to do, he’s a stable(ish) fucking adult, but they took a 15 year old child! They’re both probably scared shitless if they’re even alive! Would if they find out Peters Spider-Man? Would if they already knew-“ Sam was cut off
“SHUT IT!” Natasha demanded.
“Look I know this is bad, trust me, but worrying over whether or not they’re alive isn’t helping us. Just keep looking”
They where both silent for a bit before Nat added,
“Friday order pizza”
—
Tony woke up again before Peter, he watched him sleeping peacefully and promised himself to not let them take him away again.
Peter began to stir not long after Tony, neither of them said anything for a while.
“Did you dream about anything?” Peter asked, his voice was a bit hoarse.
“Not that I remember” Tony replied honestly, “did you?”
Peter was silent again for a moment “yah”
Tony glanced at Peter, remembering the nightmare.
“I don’t usually get them, but then again I’m not usually drowned” Peter made a poor attempt at a joke.
“Can you…” Tony was reluctant “can you tell me what happened?, when they took you?”
Peter was quiet and Tony wondered if he shouldn’t have said that, he was about take it back when Peter responded.
“Well… they took me to a different room, I didn’t see anything notable in the halls, and there was just like- a tank of water in the middle. I kind of knew what was going to happen after I saw that so I tried to breathe deeper.” Peter took a breath, remembering.
“They kind of yanked me forward though, so I lost my breath and then one of the guards just shoved me in. The first bit was fine, it was just like holding your breath, but then you start to struggle because you need air, then your body just inhales. It knows there’s no water, but your just so desperate that you have to-“ Peter had to pause to take another breath and Tony hugged him closer.
“They only did it three times, they didn’t say anything, not that I understood” Peter whispered.
“I’m sorry Bambi” Tony couldn’t think of what else to say.
—
“So who exactly are you again?” Clint questioned
“Oh, I’m Peters friend. He wasn’t picking up his phone and then Friday said they where missing.”
“Friday told you that? You don’t live in the tower though” Natasha questioned.
“I hacked into her and looked him up” Neds face went red.
Clint raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.
“Anyways I’ve been trying to track him down but my computer is from like 2016 and the fan is louder then my music so I came here. I have a few leads but I need the technology” Ned explained.
“You have a lead?” Sam chimed in.
“The cameras around the place of disappearance shows a large truck leaving, the only thing in the area big enough to try and kidnap someone. Have you guys gotten the ransom yet?” The boy began to type on the computer Clint was working on.
“We don’t know if it’s a ransom yet” Nat said
Ned looked up “why else would they kidnap a billionaire and his child?”
Clint, Nat, and Sam all exchanged a look. Ned caught on.
“Ohhh, Spider-Man. That wouldn’t make much sense though. Peters alone on the streets all the time, they could have chosen any time to take him, but they wanted Mr. Stark too”
“You know about Spider-Man?”
“I’m his guy in the chair”
“His what?”
“Got it!” Ned turned the screen to show a picture of a van, the license plate zoomed in on.
“Well shit” Sam said, receiving a glare from Clint.
“Friday, scan that. And get Bucky and Steve” Nat ordered.
—
The door opened once again, instinctively Tony positioned himself in front of Peter.
Only one guard stood at the door, he set something on the ground and left.
They both moved to see what it was, on the ground was a bottle of water and 2 slices of what looked to be bread.
They each picked up a slice of bread and took a bite. Tony only took a few bites of his, Peters metabolism was fast and Tony knew he would be starving by now.
Peter took the water and unscrewed the cap, hesitating before taking a few Tony sips, with large breaths in between. He held it out to Tony who gladly took a sip.
“Here” Tony offered his bread
“You can eat it. one’s enough for me” Peters stomach growled, betraying him.
Tony raised an eyebrow at him
“It doesn’t mean I’m hungry!” Peter protested,“it’s just my stomach digesting”
“Just take the bread kid” Tony placed it in his hand.
Reluctantly Peter took a bite, “thanks”
The two sat in silence, taking turns with the water bottle. After a little while Peters head perked up again, Tony knew this meant people where coming, and positioned himself between Peter and the door.
Instead of the Dave, there was a man in a white doctor coat.
Two guards behind him pushed forward and started to push Tony aside. He put up a fight though, and punched one of them, he doubled over and the doctor sighed.
“Just bring them both” His English had a rough Russian accent.
And so they were both dragged out behind the doctor, who led them to a room, different from the one Peter was in. It was a medical room, some of the things Peter and Tony recognized from the medbay in the tower, some things they had never seen before.
The guards let go of them once they were in the room and left, swiftly closing the door behind them.
Tony moved to Peters side, watching the doctor carefully.
Peter grabbed his hand and Tony looked to him, he was pale and shaking.
“Somethings wrong” he whispered.
Tony nodded, not sure what else to do.
“Why are we here?” Tony finally questioned.
The doctor finally looked up from his paper.
“It is here on my request” he gestured to Peter. Tony missed the “it”.
Peter did not.
“As for you I am not sure, ransom probably.”
Peter understood now why he was here at least. They knew he was Spider-Man, and from the doctors use of “it” he wasn’t in a very good position.
So he was here for experiments.
“Sit here” the doctor pointed to a chair. When neither of them moved he looked to Peter.
“I suggest you do it, they’ll drown you again.”
hesitantly, Peter moved to the chair, Tony followed close behind.
“What exactly do you want from him?” Tony asked
“Do you want to take a guess?” He moved toward the chair in front of Tony “we know it is Spider-Man. We need it for experiments”
“Now if you could please move”
Tony stayed.
The doctor sighed again “ok, I’m not doing this, get him out of here”
A guard came though the door and started dragging Tony away, Peter didn’t know what to say, he tried to grab his hand and held on as long as he could, but his hands were sweaty and he slid away.
“It’s ok Peter, it’ll be ok” Tony assured. It didn’t do much when the door closed again and Peter was alone.
Peter didn’t remember much, he thinks the doctor took a lot of his blood. He just remembers feeling like shit. Hearing the same words over and over.
“Your more animal then human”
“You could attack someone”
“Stop pretending to be something your not”
“You are an animal, an it, not a he”
Peter remembers that hurting. He remembers other hurts too, more physical ones. He remembers sharp jabs, bright lights. More water, water, water, lots more water.
He remembers being somewhere safe, someone holding him, whispering into his ear, “your ok Bambi, I got you now”
He remembers finally relaxing, letting his shoulders slump and his tears fall. And he remembers eventually falling asleep.
He woke up groggy. Tony was awake and noticed him right away.
“Hey Pete, you gotta eat something bud” Tony put two slices of bread in his hands.
Peter nodded and started to eat, slumping against Tony still.
“You need to drink too,” Tony handed him a bottle of water. Peter shook his head, the last thing he wanted was water, but Tony coaxed him into having a few sips.
Then they came back for him. Again. And again. And again.
It was like that for a week.
A whole ass week.
Peter was never awake enough to understand much, but they were both thinking the same thing.
“They aren’t coming”
—
“We’re coming guys” Nat said to herself, climbing into the car.
They had set a time and place for the trade. Nat was told to come alone, so Bucky and Clint went before to set up as back up, and Sam and Cap rode in the back seat. Bruce had the quinjet two minutes away so he could get Peter and Tony as soon as the fight began.
Nat drove as Steve went over the plan though the coms, they had it all planned out, every scenario.
Nat climes out of the car, 3 men and a van where the only things visible other then the buildings surrounding them.
“Well here I am” she spread her arms out.
“you have the money?” The man asked, he had a deep Russian accent, and obviously spoke very little English.
“You have them both?” She ignored the question.
The man nodded to one of the men standing behind him and both of his henchmen opens the back of the van, Nat heard a whimper and internally flinched.
The two were dragged out, neither had restraints but both looked exhausted and in no shape to fight back.
“The money?” The mans accent made it hard to understand.
Nat pulled out the money and handed it to him, he took it and opened the suitcase to reveal the money.
He turned around without a glance and his two men followed, leaving Tony and Peter in the floor.
As soon as the truck was out of sight Nat knelt down to Peter, who was in much worse condition.
Peter flinched away from Nats touch and let out a slight groan. Tony, who also seemed out of his senses tried to move in front of Peter and smacked Nats hand away.
The quinjet landed and Bruce ran out to help Nat. Sam and Steve went to help them as well.
Bucky and Sam where already on there way to dismember the big bad guys.
Steve hurried to Peter and carried him bridal style as Bruce ran ahead to prepare. Tony was no match as Peter was torn away from him, but he was starting to come to his senses and allowed Natasha to help him up.
Peter didn’t seem very conscious, and he leaned away from Steve, letting out a whimper as he checked his pulse.
Nat helped Tony board the jet, he seemed bleary, a bit starved, but fine overall.
“Got them” Bucky said over the coms.
“How are they?” Sam asked
“Tony’s good” Nat responded
There was a pause
“What about Peter?”
“Hurry back” Steve ordered
time skip from frank (•-•)
Peter made it. He’s been sleeping for the past few days, “not a coma,” Bruce assured them. “He’s just tired”.
Tony hadn’t left his side. He didn’t say much about what happened, only that Peter never talked about what happened when he was “away.”
According to Bruce there was some form of drowning, and a lot of blood loss. It may have been from a wound, but there were no scars which was suspicious.
Peter woke up 3 days later. He was panicking, and only Tony was able to calm him down.
Later that night Peter was curled up by Nats side, and Bucky was carding through his hair as they put on Luca.
“It’s so sad Italians aren’t real” he cried.
Bucky and Nat exchanged glances, bruce just mouthed “it’s the medicine” to them.
Peter fell asleep and Bucky carried him to his bed, he was allowed out of the medbay at least.
Peter woke up as Bucky carried him and wasn’t able to fall back asleep. He stumbled out of bed, his covers still around him, and made his way to Tony’s room.
Tony was up too, and on his way to Peters room. They ran into each other halfway and both let out a little chuckle.
“Couldn’t sleep?” Tony asked.
Peter shook his head and leaned into Tony who led him back to Peters room.
“Me neither kid” he whispered.
They cuddled together for a bit, just being in each other’s presence. The avengers found them together the next morning, and knew they would be ok.
They would save each other