Irondad and Spiderson One-shots

"What makes you special?" Pt 2

Warnings of torture, and a mild description of panic don't read if any of these will effect you in any negative way

Please take care of yourselves 🥺

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Peter slumped against the cellar wall, his arms curled around himself in a protective manner, and shivered slightly. The guards hadn't even bothered to hang him up with the chains again, for what reason, it is unknown. But Peter had no desire to push on this subject, the place wasn't as bad as Peter had thought of it to be when he sat on the ground.

Peter let his head hit the wall as he tipped his chin upward, he sighed out of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut for no other reason but to know that he could still use them when all he could see, all the time, was darkness.

Peter tried to lick his dry cracked lips, the action was proved to be worthless when he noticed that his tongue was just as dry.

They hadn't given Peter his daily dose of "hydration" in a cup that never failed to have more drugs than actual water.

Peter could feel the dirt and coldness from the ground coating his pants, the uncomfortably of that alone made Peter want to squirm and find the nearest shower, but he couldn't. Due to obvious reasons.

His mind was awake, but his movements were sloppy, his eye lids were heavy, and his chest ached for Tony.

He just wanted to see him, to make sure he was ok and that he was doing any and all the things he needed to do to survive.

His stomach churned with both hunger and nervous anticipation for what could happen. He hadn't seen or talked to Ester since yesterday when she had figured out he was enhanced, he was hoping she wouldn't link it to Spider-Man anytime soon, but he knew he would be seeing her today, he would find out then.

Peter brought his hands to his hair, feeling his greasy hair that was caked with dirt and reeked with vomit that he doesn't believe was his.

Blood was crusted along his scalp and dried flakes of it fell down his face and he ran his hands through his curls.

He desperately longed for something that would relieve him from this stench and grime, he wondered how much of a lead the others ,outside of this shit hole, had gotten.

Peter furiously wiped at a tear that had escaped from his eye and cascaded down his cheek, dragging the dirt and blood in its path with it.

He can't let himself be vulnerable, maybe after, but not now. Not when he was so heavily watched, the slightest sign of weakness can result in both him and Tony's downfall.

Peter couldn't let Tony get hurt when the man himself had done everything is his power to keep Peter safe.

Peter could hear voices and footsteps from just outside the door and perked up in interest. Were they coming for him? Did Ester demand to see him?

The door opened harshly, the metal banging off the cement walls loudly making Peter flinch and cover his ears.

Light poured onto the floor and up the walls, Peter couldn't help but shield his eyes from it.

There was grunting and some yelling before a body was thrown into the room and the door slammed shut, the light leaving and the room resuming to its depressing state of darkness.

Peter held his breath not wanting to make any noises and alert the fleeing figure on the ground. he had not had enough time to assess the body before the light had left, leaving him confused and the person grunting slightly.