Peter Parker and Tony Stark Whump Shots

Crowbars Part One

It has been three days since the nightmare started. Peter was in bad shape, covered in bruises, suffering from broken ribs, a punctured lung and God knows what else. Tony was just fine. That's what hurt the most, he couldn't take the pain away from the kid. He just had to sit and watch it unfold as grown men beat the child with crowbars.
The room that they've been in is dark and dingy, Tony's duct-taped to a chair, and despite how sweaty his arms are, he can't get out. They don't even need to restrain Peter anymore, he can't even stand up by himself, he's sitting in the billionaire's lap with his head resting on his shoulder. The kid's offered to try and untie him, but Tony can't take that chance, even if he gets the tape off, there's a dozen guards, and with Peter's condition, they won't make it two feet. Plus, he can't have them punishing him for taking it off.
He's sleeping, it's the only time when he isn't crying. Tony wishes he could just stay asleep until this was over, he could hear his breathing and loves the feeling of Peter's head tucked underneath his neck. The peace won't last long, it's already sunrise and Tony still hasn't slept, can't risk someone coming in the middle of the night to hurt his kid. The only thing he can do is pray that someone comes soon, he hates feeling so helpless.
The door swings open with a creek, startling the child and making his head spin as he tries to steady himself, clenching onto Tony's shirt with as much power as he can muster.
"Mornin'" The man in an all-white suit strolls in as if nothing has happened. "Brought you some water." The man that follow him through the doorway approach the two captives and hold out cups to drink from. They both drink theirs quickly, the last thing they need is to die from dehydration.
"Now, let's start this again. Bring him over." His men obey his order and drag the kid into the middle of the room, it was easy to do, he had barely any strength left.
"No. No. Listen. Okay? Listen to me! I'll do whatever you want. He'll die! Look at him!"
"This must be so strange for you, Stark. Not being able to buy your way out of trouble. I told you to stay out of my territory and you continued to interfere. So now you can deal with the consequences of your actions." Fisk says, loving the desperation plastered on Tony's face as Peter tries to push himself into a corner.
"I swear. I swear! I won't- I won't interfere!" Tony shouts, listening to the broken cries coming from the child in front of him.
"I don't think you've learned your lesson."
He twirls the crowbar in his fingers and smirks over at the furious billionaire as he walks towards the kid.
Peter's terrified, when they had first hurt him he'd tried to be brave, just for Tony's sake, but he can't even manage to stop the tears anymore. He just wants to die.
"Stop this. Just fucking stop and I'll cooperate."
"I've given you enough chances, Stark. I told you to stay out of my business and you didn't. This is on you." He punctuates his sentence with a harsh blow to Peter's arm. The kid yelps like a hurt puppy, openly crying now, he doesn't care that Tony's watching.
"I'll fucking kill you!" The genius snarls, his voice echoing off the walls.
"What a nice sentiment." The man in white responds sarcastically, he clicks his fingers and two guards pull Peter up by his arms.
"No! Just- hurt me instead! You want to hurt me so just do it!" Tony cries, he looks over to his kid and sees that his whole body is complete limp, he'd be on the floor if it wasn't for the guards holding him up.
"You're lucky, Stark, I would keep this up but looking at his face..." He pulls the kid's hair up and inspects him, "I would say that he's dying."
And he's right, it's clear that Peter can't even process what's happening anymore, he stares right through Fisk.
"Drop him." The man says, and walks towards the door, the two henchmen follow behind him, leaving the child to fall to the floor with a thud.
"I'll fucking kill you all!" Tony shouts, his face red with anger and his body shaking with nerves.
"Kid." He says softly, but the child doesn't say anything. And Tony's had enough, he moves in the chair so that he's beside the wall and begins smashing the wood against it. It takes a while and it hurts Tony's legs and arms but the chair breaks into pieces and he's left with just his hands bound.
"I'm here." He whispers as he moves towards Peter and lifts him into his arms, on hand on his cheek and another on his back.
"Talk to me, kid.

Please.

Talk to me."