Peter Parker and Tony Stark Whump Shots

Sacrifice Part One

Tony Stark had made sacrifices. Lots of them, to be clear. In 2012, he flew into a wormhole, not knowing if would make it out alive, just to save everyone else. The man was a hero. And Peter wanted to be just like him. So when he was babysitting Morgan and a gang of armed men and women walked in, he was quick to throw himself into danger.
"You don't want to take her, right? She's four, you can't hurt a four year old. Okay? Please. Tony cares about me, whatever you need from him he will give it to you if you have me instead." He's standing in the middle of the room, his hands up in surrender and Morgan hiding behind his legs.
"Why should we listen to you?" One of them speaks up, raising his gun in defence.
"Because I won't scream. I won't cry. I swear. I won't fight you. I'll just walk with you. But please you gotta leave her out of this." Peter's eyes are desperate, they can't take his little sister away from her dad. What would Tony do if he let them get her?
"You got yourself a deal kid, turn around." The woman in the middle says, lowering her gun and walking towards him.
"Please. Promise you won't hurt her. Give me your word you'll leave her alone."
"And you think my word means anything?" She asks.
"It's all I have right now. Please." The boy says quietly, looking down towards the little girl clinging onto his shirt.
"You have my word." The lady replies, "Put your hands out behind your back."
Peter complies, even when his legs start to shake from fear, even when they cuff his wrists together.
"Let's go." Someone at the back says as they open the door and lead the rest of the group out.
"No! You can't take him! Petey!" Morgan shouts, following along as the woman walks him forward.
"Morgan, it's okay. I'll be back in a bit. Just stay here and wait for dad, okay?" Peter replies softly, she shouldn't have to go through this.
Tears roll down her face, but she nods and understands that she needs to stay safe.
And then they march him out the door and towards a black car parked outside. They put him in the middle, one person holding each of his arms, not that he could do anything anyways. His hands are bound behind his back.
He can't bring himself to ask a question, this has never happened to him before, he didn't realise how terrifying it would be.
Not long after they had left, they arrived at a large home, it's not what he had expected. It's not isolated or old or rundown. It's actually nice. Peter walks in, a hand on his shirt collar to push him the right way. They end up in a basement. Now this was what he pictured. Damp walls, dim light, green mould covering a lot of the ground. It was your stereotypical serial killer room, just like what he had seen in movies and TV shows.
"Sit down." A new person says, pushing him up against the wall and then placing a hand on his shoulder to force him to the ground.
"What are you gonna do?" Peter asks, he can't help it, the suspense was killing him.
"Shut up."
Despite how much he wants answers, he keeps his mouth shut, it's probably better that way. A man steps forward, standing above the kid and staring down at him. He grabs something from behind his head, the sound of metal echoing off the walls. Peter looks up quickly, nerves still shaking his whole body, it's not helped when what he sees is a metal chain hanging from the ceiling. The man takes it and kneels down beside Peter.
"I... Wait... I..." The kids stuttering, of course he is, he squirms as the man connects the collar at the end of the chain around his neck.
He tightens it from the wall, securing it so that Peter can't move it at all. He's still sitting, hands behind his back and neck practically stuck to the wall.
He closes his eyes, his breaths are short and fast, only the sounds of muttered speaking from the people standing farther away from him.
"So, set it up."
"Get the number."
"Where's the script?"
When he opens his eyes, they're all looking at him.
"What age are you?" One of them asks, a short woman with blonde hair tied back in a bun.
"I... I'm sixteen." Peter replies, shaking his head to try and get his hair out of his eyes.
"And Stark cares for you?"
The kid nods, eyes wide with fear.
"You've never been in a situation like this, have you?"
The kid shakes his head.
"What's your name?"
"My name is Peter." His voice is quiet, "What's gonna happen to me?"
"We get what we need and nothing happens to you. If not, then you can start to worry." The woman smiles a vicious smile, like she wants to hurt him. It's enough to scare him into silence again.
They set up some stuff, specifically a camera in the corner of the room, right beside the ceiling.
"It's streaming. No sound, text him now." The man setting up the camera says, turning to face his group.
"Smile kid, you're on air." The scary woman smirks down at him.
"What? What do you mean?" Peter asks nervously, hands still shaking in their restraints. 
"This is a live stream, we can text Stark now and get him to give us what we want. If he says no, we will do what we need to do. If that means hurting you in front of a live audience, so be it." She replies nonchalantly, stepping closer to him.
"He's been alerted, Starks signed into the livestream. He responded to the message." Another person speaks up.
The woman walks nearer to him, so close that she's practically standing above him. She kneels down and holds Peter's face by his jaw. "Say hi to dad," She turns his head so that he's looking at the camera. The kid tries to shake away from her grip, he doesn't want Tony to see this. Not when he looks so weak, so pathetic. He might've saved his sister, but he was still terrified, he wasn't some hero.
"Please," he starts, "Just let me go." His eyes are watery and a single tear falls down his cheek as he tries to contain his emotions.
"Stark made a counter offer. He says he can't get the access to the nuclear codes." A tall man with a phone in his hand says. "He says he'll send us the password to the database but he doesn't have the codes."
"Call him." The woman replies, she looks angry now, ready to hurt Peter to get what she wants. "Put him on speaker."
Tony answers immediately, the cracks in his voice show just how scared he is.
"Give him back to me and I swear-"
"Are you watching the stream?"
"What? I am. You- Please don't hurt him. Please." Tony voice is low and worried.
"That's up to you Stark. Kill him." The woman beside Peter stands up and takes a step back, allowing a man to kneel down beside the kid.
"No. No! Mr. Stark!" Peter shouts, trying to avoid the hands getting closer and closer to him.
He's surprised when the man undos the collar around his neck. Surprise quickly turns to terror when he wraps a hand around his throat.
"Stop! Stop it! I-" Tony yells frantically through the phone.
The hand starts to tighten. Peter can literally feel the breath leaving his lungs. He chokes, trying to get any air he can, but with how strong the man is, it's nearly impossible for him get away.
"St... stop..." He gasps, trying desperately to get out of the handcuffs that keep him from attacking this man. "Tony... I..." The grip is so tight now that he can't breathe at all, he can't hear Tony's pleas and he can't keep his eyes open. His face is bright red, and all of a sudden, he collapses, his head hits the floor as the man let's go of him.
"Stop! I'll get you the codes! Stop it!" Tony shouts, he's desperate and he's clearly crying.
"Send them to the email address at the bottom of the text message. Hopefully he lives long enough for you to come get him." The woman smiles, hanging up the call and getting on with her work.

(This chapter is so long I had to make it a two part one. Hope you enjoyed!)