Peter Parker and Tony Stark Whump Shots

Failed Escape

(Peter has no powers and is practically Tony's adopted son. He lives with him and loves him but they're not related.)

"Where'd ya go, you little shit?" The voice booms through the hall and bounces off the walls. "I'll kill you."
This was bad. This was so so bad. Peter was barely ahead of this guy and with his weakened state, the man was already catching up to him. He'd broken free from the cuffs and sped out of the door, he had to get away from this place. But now there were three people on his tail, and not to mention that Peter doesn't know where the exit is. His arm is dislocated, but other than that he's physically alright. He hadn't ate properly in a week now, and with the little amount of water he was given, he barely had any energy.
He runs and runs, down each hallway, right and left until he hits a dead end. Shit. He can't control the nervous gasps of air he's taking in as the footsteps get louder.
"No. No, no, no, no." The kid chokes out, tears forming in his eyes.
The footsteps get even louder as a man comes into view. He smirks evilly as he corners the child who's cowering, trying to disappear into the wall.
"Did you really think that you could get away? Seriously, how dumb are you?" He asks, slowly walking closer to him and raises his hands, pointing around the room. "Look at this place!"
"Don't do this." Peter whispers.
"I own this place! It's mine! If you don't get back into the room I left you in, I will kill you. Don't underestimate the things I can do, just because I need your dumbass to blackmail Stark doesn't mean I won't send him your head. You understand?" The man snarls at him, grabbing his arm and pulling him roughly back up the hall until they reach his room. He ignores the kids pleas and cries as he struggles, despite how futile it is.
He shoves Peter into the room, making him land painfully on his knees. He backs up into the wall and starts quietly crying.
"You are never getting out of here. Once Stark completes the deal, we'll kill you and then kill him too." He says, moving closer and kneeling down beside him. "Give me your hands."
"No! Don't touch me!" Peter's scream is almost hysterical, he tries to stop the man from touching him by grabbing his arms and pushing against him.
"Woah, woah, woah." The second man who Peter had now knew stood in the door frame, watching as the two stopped struggling. "You're a smart little thing, aren't you? How did you get out of the cuffs? More importantly, how did you get out of this room?" He asks, looking at the kid with an impressed smile. The man beside Peter stands up and walks toward his friend.
"Where's your key to the door?" He asks, "Call in Mike and ask him too. I've got mine."
The man checks his pockets and pulls out a key, and then he speaks through a Walkie Talkie to get 'Mike' to come to the room. When he gets there he looks around suspiciously, "What's the boy unchained for?"
"Check your pockets, he tried to escape." The second man says coldly, and watches as Mike rummages around his pockets.
"Fuck. He took my key. How did you get that?" Mike asks, then he steps towards him.
"He's a genius like his daddy, huh?" The first one says sarcastically. "Give it back."
But Peter stands up, despite the fear and the panic he's feeling, "I don't have it." He lies, getting into a defensive stance.
"That's cute. He's a bad liar. Guess that's something daddy didn't teach you." Mike laughs, "Hand it over, no need to make this difficult."
Peter shakes his head, backing into the corner and putting his hands out in front of him.
"Hold him still." Mike says, gesturing to the two beside him. They rush towards the kid, pinning him against the wall and lifting him by his collar so that he can barely touch the floor, ignoring him as he yells at them. Mike puts his hand in Peter's pocket, pulling out his key and grabbing his hair.
And the kid can't help it, he lets out a terrified whine as he grips it tighter. He was so scared.
"Didn't daddy ever teach you not to steal?" He asks, and then he punches the child across the face, blood pours from his mouth and his nose as the two drop him to the floor. But he can't get back up, his head is spinning and he's starting to pass out.
"You won't try that again." One of them smirks as they walk out the door, slamming it shut as they leave.

Peter's not sure how longs went by, he assumes he must've been passed out for at least an hour now. Though he wishes he still was, his head is pounding, the taste of blood fills his mouth and his face is in more pain than he could've ever imagined. A sudden noise had woken him up, and there it was again. And again. It's quiet through the steel door but he can definitely hear something. It gets louder and louder until the door is clicked open. Peter sits up, his hands are scraped and his shoulder is dislocated but he still puts his fists up in case there's a fight.
Smoke fills the room as the wall beside the door crumbles to the ground.
"Kid?" Tony whispers, he can barely see the choking kid on the floor, all the dust in the room entering his lungs. He doesn't wait for an answer, just rushes in and lifts him up, he flies outside and looks at him properly. Tears of relief fill his eyes and he wastes no time in flying back to Stark Tower. Peter's still pretty weak, not even too sure what's happening, but he comes back to reality when he feels his couch underneath him.
"Mr. Stark?" He asks, raising his still bloodied face groggily to look up at him.
"Yeah kid, I got you." Tony replies, he's already out of the suit and his arms are wrapped around the kid.
"Hi." Peter smiles, trying to keep his eyes open.
"Hey, baby. You alright?"
"Yeah... yeah... I'm okay..." The boy says, wrapping his own arms around Tony. "I missed you, Mr. Stark."
"I know, but I'm here now. I got you. What happened, kid? What'd they do?" He asks worriedly, comforting the kid with gentle fingers in his hair.
"I got out, Mr. Stark." Peter lets out a broken chuckle. "I escaped and they caught me."
"And they gave you this as a reminder not to do that?" Tony asks him, gesturing to his pale face and the red liquid running down it. Peter nods.
"That's brave, kid. I'm proud of you."
"I love you, Mr. Stark." Peter says, a few stray tears rolling down his cheeks, "I love you."
"I love you too, kid. Always have, always will."