I. Will. Survive.

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Trigger Warnings: Mention of blood, death

Tony's POV

"What do you want? Money? Suits?" My mind spun around in circles as I searched desperately for an exit, both physically and mentally. 

The guards held Peter down, a trickle of blood inching down his face as he struggled fruitlessly. His eyes seemed glazed over, as if he had been drugged. That was a very probable possibility the more I thought about it. 

"For years, I've dreamed of seeing you utterly helpless. Even when kidnapped, you exhibited an air of authority that I craved to extinguish. I  finally found your weakness, Stark: breaking those that you love. Your friends outside are already retreating. They believe you are already dead, and very soon, they will be also."

Peter's breath hitched as the guard's grip on him tightened.

"In 2 minutes I will create the biggest earthquake in the world. It will create tsunamis, fires, and chaos as the world slowly crumbles. You lost, and I won. There's no stopping it now."

I glared as hard as I could, knowing that he was right. If what he said was true-

There was a string of gunshots, a flicker of the lights and darkness. The guard's hand that had been holding me went limp. I rushed over to where I saw Peter standing last.

"Dad?"

My heart broke. "I'm here, it's okay, everything is going to be okay." My heartbeat contradicted the calm demeanor I used, but in his drug induced state I doubted he noticed. 

"M'kay." His breath was so soft and distance, I pressed two fingers to his neck to calm my beating heart. It was faint, but it was there. If I got him to Bruce in time, if he got medication in time, he would be okay.

"Based on what he said, we have only 90 seconds left. We have to hurry." Nat's voice surprised me.

The lights turned on again, and I made out 3 other faces in the dark. 

"Steve, can you take Peter back to the jet, please. Have Bruce check on him."

"Of course." He lifted him gently and slipped out of the room.

The rest of us, Bucky, Clint, Nat and myself ran in the back door into another room into another door which led to a lab. A large, dark lab with one light bulb in there. 

The professor saw us the same moment we saw him.

"Tell us how to stop it, or you die." Natasha's spit the words out as she struggled to not kill him then and there.

He looked hopeless, destroyed, like an old man still grieving for a lost child. Silently, he pointed at a red, flashing button.

Bucky hit it before he even knew what it did. Immediately, the ceiling began to cave in, and pieces of cement fell like snowflakes in a blizzard. We rushed outside just in time, and I prepared myself for war zone. Instead, I saw all the Avengers waiting for us, ushering us inside the jet. We lifted off just as the icy mountain below us blew.


So this wasn't very good, but I wanted to finish the story. The next chapter is the last, and then the story is completed!!! YAAAA!!! I hope you enjoyed reading True Love, and I hope you also will enjoy my other fanfictions. Tell me what you think in the comments and if I should do a sequel.

Thank you!!

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