Whumptober 2021

Let's hang out sometimes

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-Third Person P.O.V-

One of the first things Peter felt when he woke up was the pounding of his head. Every pulse of his heartbeat sent a wave of shock through his skull and made him want to curl up into a ball.

The next thing he noticed was the restraints that were wrapped tightly around his wrists and ankles. He couldn't move them an inch without more pain that shot through his system with the metal digging painfully into his skin.

A tired groan fell from his lips as he opened his eyes, being met with an almost pitch black room. Thankfully, with his senses he was able to make out a lot of what was in the room. Most of it was desolate, with cobwebs hanging limply in all the corners of the room, their residents no where to be seen.

An old table sat in the corner of the room, the wooden legs looking rickety and Peter feared if anything were to actually be placed on there, it would fall to the ground and turn to dust.

On the other side of the room, Peter could make out a broken window, that led into some sort of hallway. Although the hallway looked a lot like this room, dark, damp and barren. A light hung within the centre of his room, the wires exposed to the harsh reality and Peter couldn't help but think if the light were to be turned on, it would kill everyone around- although as far as Peter was concerned, it was only him there.

A shiver ran down his spine, reminding him of the predicament he was in and the fact he had massive pieces of metal wrapped around him, making it almost impossible for him to move.

"This is great," Peter mumbled in distaste. His voice cracked and he couldn't help but cringe at the pain within his throat.

God he was thirsty.

He remembered now how he got here. Luckily, he wasn't in his Spider-Man suit, and by the looks of it, they don't know he actually is Spider-Man. He was at the tower with Tony, he had been staying there for a week now, seeing as May was away on a trip and Peter needed somewhere to stay. He had been walking around the tower, helping some of the interns when he was asked to go out with one of the interns to the hall and talk.

Of course, Peter had agreed, seeing as the intern looked as though it was something important that they wanted to talk to him about. However, as soon as they were in a quiet hallway, his senses went off, but sadly too late as pain shot through his head and his vision darkened.

The last thing he had heard was, "I'm really sorry Peter."

Now, you might be wondering why FRIDAY wouldn't alert everyone, but the thing was that she was down for an hour for repairs. Security had been heightened ten-fold and Bruce was making sure we wouldn't be hacked within that hour time frame.

The only thing Peter could think this is for is for some sort of hostage situation. Peter, in return for money. After all, the interns all knew how much Peter meant to Tony, after all, the pair would always be walking around together, and they had all seen their 'father- son,' bond.

Peter let out an angry sigh. He had homework due in tomorrow and he hadn't even started it.

He glanced down at the restraints again, sending dark glares at them as though they had personally done him wrong.

"This is so stupid, why don't I just break out of these," Peter mumbled to himself.

Slowly but surely, he began to apply pressure to them. He could feel the metal digging into his skin, and he knew that it would probably leave a mark. But he would prefer that over being tortured any day. Adding a little more pressure, his right hand finally came free, a loud clang went around the room as he did so, making him freeze.

He listened carefully, seeing if he could hear any other heart beat within the vicinity. When he heard nothing aside from the sound of birds and cars he grabbed a hold of his left restraint and pulled it off.

Once it was off his shook his hands, wincing a little at the pain that shot through his wrist, although he knew it would more than likely have healed within the next hour.

He moved down to his ankles now, grabbing a hold of the right and doing the same he had moments ago with his left hand. Once more, the shackle came clean off, leaving him with only the left ankle. He pulled it free just as he heard many footsteps coming his way.

Without thinking, he threw open the door and got into a fighting stance. He saw the intern running towards the room, but stopping in his tracks when he saw him. Before the intern had a chance to speak though, Tony and Steve came running behind him, looks of anger painted across their faces.

Tony was in his iron-man suit and looked as though he was ready to shoot someone in the face with his beams on full power. While Steve was in his Captain America suit, the shield gripped tightly in his hold and looking as though he was about to cave some ones skull in with it- which shocked Peter as it's not something he could imagine Steve doing.

Without saying a word, Steve tackled the intern to the floor, before looking to me to see if I was injured while Tony flew over to me.

"Kid, are you okay?" Tony asked, the mask falling and revealing a rather worried look on the billionaires face. His eyes scanned his kid and made sure there was no obvious damage done.

"I'm all good, it wasn't too bad. My head just hurts a little," Peter replied, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

Tony let out a breath of relief before saying, "the stupid intern Jason thought it would be a good idea to take you then say the only way we could get you back was for half a million dollars. It's one of the stupidest plans ever, for being a Stark intern I had expected better."

Peter was unable to stop the laugh that fell from his lips, agreeing entirely with that statement.

"I would also be lying if I said I wasn't a little hurt. I mean come on, I cost more than half a million. At least two million, at the lowest."

Tony rolled his eyes and looked at Peter, a smile slipping onto his face, knowing Peter was okay, "only you Pete. Only you."

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A/N- As you can see, the chapter isn't too long, but I plan to have them all around 1k words to make sure I make it good and have the time to do it.
Let me know what you think :) 

Grab the tissues for tomorrow, because I am not holding back :D

- Bear xx