Spiderson and Iron dad one shots

Tired

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Hi. Hello. Howdy.

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this one's gonna be rough so buckle up. it's pretty sad. 

Peter squeezed his eyes closed and rolled them, trying to make his eyes less bleary. He slowly and looked around with his eyes. 'Where am I?' Peter wondered. As he looked at his surroundings, he realized. He was still trapped.

Peter was trapped in a holding cell on The Raft. He had no clue as to why he was there, but a man named Ross seemed to have fun Electrocuting him every time he spoke, cried, or moved without permission. 

Needless to say, Peter was tired. He hadn't had food or water in six days and between Peter's metabolism, and the Electricity constantly being sent through his veins, his body was giving up. Peter didn't even bother to try and look around to form an escape plan anymore. He knew he was too far from the surface to successfully get out. 

Instead, Peter lay there, unmoving and silent for hours and hours, waiting for his vision to blackout again so he could return to the peaceful realm of unconsciousness. Once, Peter's hand suddenly twitched on accident and a jolt of electrified pain ran through Peter's body. But he stayed quiet, knowing any noise would provoke further shocks.

Slowly but surely, the hours ticked by as Peter's body continued to lose the will to fight. Peter knew he should feel shame at how weak he must have looked. However, he couldn't find it in himself to care.

Suddenly an all too familiar and terrifying voice came over the intercom. "Hello, Spiderman! Still not moving I see? You've learned quickly." Peter closed his eyes, silently begging for it all to just end.

"Please," He thought, "Please get this over with soon." Tears slipped from Peter's tired eyes as he lay limply on the floor. Ross laughed through the intercom. "Oh, you pathetic thing. Stop crying already. Distress will mess up the test results."

Three figures in white hazmat suits and oxygen filter masks suddenly entered Peter's cell with needles and all sorts of other things. For the next hour, Peter would be hooked up to countless machines, stuck with needles, and monitored by the people in white.

After determining that Peter was no threat to them, the people in white asked Ross for permission to take the collar off. He obliged. "Yes yes, whatever you need to do to finish the tests. I'll be taking my leave now, but I want an analysis of his blood by the end of the day." The intercom shut off.

Then the people in white started acting weird. They took the collar off slowly and gently, making sure to not harm Peter in the process. One figure tended to the burns on peter's neck tenderly while another turned on a weird-looking machine. Peter started feeling better after 20 minutes. The third figure leaned down to Peter, slowly sitting him up and asking "Peter can you stand?"

Peter was utterly puzzled. Who were these people? were they going to save him? Would he actually survive this? "Wh-who are you?" Peter asked, his voice horse and unused. The figure in front of him removed the oxygen filter mask so Peter could see his face.

"T-Tony?" Tony Smiled. "Hey, Bambino. We're gonna get you out of here. Okay?" Peter nodded, tears filling his eyes as gratitude and hope filled his heart. "Okay." The young spider affirmed with a new sense of strength.

"Bruce, how are his vitals?" Tony asked one of the figures. Bruce pulled off his mask and smiled, pointing to the weird machine. "It's working great! he's almost back to normal. "Normal?" Peter thought, just now realizing how much stronger he felt.

The third figure removed her mask. Natasha kissed Peter's head. "I'm glad we found you, паук" Peter teared up. "Thanks, guys. I thought I was going to die in here." Tony gave him a paparazzi smile. "As if I'd let my favorite kid sit in a cell at the hands of Ross." Peter smiled. 

Bruce spoke up. "Pete, Your vitals are back to normal and we can't find any microchips. Peter shakily stood. He felt strong, he felt safe, and he felt like getting the hell out. "Let's go home," Peter said. "I hate this place."

With that, they formed a plan. Peter layed down on a stretcher and started faking convulsions. Tony called Ross and frantically told him what was happening. Ross gave the okay for them to move Peter into a surgical suite. He unlocked the door and they were let out. Peter stopped convulsing as soon as they were in the hallway. He jumped up and followed his saviors to the upper deck where Cap had (somehow) successfully landed a helicopter and was waiting.

"Welcome back, kid. Glad to see you" Cap said, smiling and patting Peter on the back gently when he saw him. Peter smiled, tears forming in his eyes. Then he broke. Peter sobbed and fell to his knees. Tony quickly wrapped his arms around the young boy. "Hey, it's okay. Let it out Bambino. I'm here." Peter cried harder and wrapped his arms tightly around Tony. "Steve, get us out of here," Natasha mouthed. Steve complied.

After Peter calmed down a little, Bruce asked him how he was feeling. "Honestly," he sniffed and wiped a stray tear, "I'm relieved. I thought I was going to die in there...but I'm.." Peter paused, trying to find the right words. The adults listened intently.

"I'm just...tired"

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Hi guys! I know it's short but I started high school this week and everything is chaos....I'm sorry.

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Well, I hope you enjoyed. Lizz, out!