Peter Parker and Tony Stark Whump Shots

Interrogation Part 4

It's been a few hours since Bucky broke Peter's arm, he's been left alone once again. His good arm has been cuffed to the bed, but his other arm and ankles are free. His eyes are bloodshot and his cheeks are stained with tears. He sits quietly, his head hanging down in defeat.
And despite the pain in his arm, he can feel his body trying to recover on its own. A perk of having advanced reflexes and a faster regeneration than most people.
The door clicks from the outside and Peter sniffs a few times to try and regain his composure before they enter.
The three of them step in this time, Steve, Bucky and Sam.
"I didn't want to hurt you, this is on you." Steve says nonchalantly.
"You don't understand." Peter huffs, "I can't be the reason that Mr. Stark loses this fight. I'll never forgive myself."
"Well, unfortunately you don't have a say in that. If this is what we have to do to get what we want, then this is what we'll do."
"He's your friend."

Then the wheels in his head start to spin, why were they back? What were they here to do?
"How- Why are you in here?" He asks, his heart starting to beat faster and faster.
"It's been six hours, kid. We have to show Tony that we're not messing around. I'm sorry." Steve replies, he steps outside and wheels in a large medical table.
"No- No... don't do this..."
"Are you going to make this hard too?"
"What are you gonna do to me?" Peter backs up as far as he can, he's already shaking.
"We're not the bad guys here, Parker."
"You're not the bad guys? Really?! You killed the King of Wakanda! You left dozens of casualties!" The kid shouts at them, looking directly at Bucky.
But the man doesn't seem to have a reaction at all, he just stands there. "I didn't do anything." He whispers.
"You broke my arm! You hit me! You and your 'buddies' kidnapped me!"
"No..." Bucky says, looking at the kid properly for the first time since he's got here. "I had to..."
Before the kid can argue about what he's done to him, he's quickly panicked by another sentence from Steve.
"Strap him down."
"No... Shit! Don't touch me! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
And then he fights. He fights as hard as he can, punching and kicking anything that he can reach, but it just isn't enough. Peter comes back to reality when he's lying down on the table. He's been strapped down, everything except for his broken arm, even his neck. His breathing is panicked, and the kid can't help the stray tears that roll down his face.
"What are you gonna do? No- Fuck- I..."
"Get Stark's T-shirt." Steve says to Sam, who walks out of the room and brings in a bag, but Peter's more concerned when Bucky drags in a heavy machine that looks like something from 'Doctor Who.'
Sam pulls a smartphone, the shirt and a tripod from the rucksack. He's sets the phone up on the stand before lifting up the T-shirt again, this time, he steps towards Peter.
"No! No! Shit! Please don't! No!" The tears are practically streaming now as he tries his best to fight, but he can't do anything as his father figures shirt is used as a cruel way to gag him.
He lets out muffled cries for a few minutes, but then he stops. He won't let Tony see him like this. His face pops up on the phone's screen, he looks angrier than Peter has ever seen him before, he even looks like he had been crying. But that can't be right.
"I couldn't get the fucking accords! Don't hurt him for this! I'll take his fucking place! Where is he, Rogers?!"
"Shut up, Tony. You made this happen. And as for where he is, you can see the kid for yourself." Steve replies, he lifts the phone off the tripod and moves it until it's directly over Peter's face.
"Kid? Kid, I've got you, I'm coming. It's okay, everything's gonna be okay." Tony says softly, and just the sound of his caring voice is enough to make Peter start crying again.
"Put it on him." Steve says calmly, giving Barnes a part of the device he had wheeled in. He places a circular headpiece over Peter's hair, and connects three sticky pads to his forehead.
"What the fuck are you doing to him?! I'll kill you Rogers, you psychotic piece of shit!" The angry voice shouts through the phone.
"Stop with the threats, Tony. Once this machine is turned on, you have three hours until he passes out. It hurts a lot, HYDRA invented it as a way to break soldiers."
"He's not a fucking soldier! He's a child! Fuck..." Tony chokes in a breath before continuing. "Please don't hurt him, please. You can't- Steve..."
"Meet you in an hour. For now," He turns on the socket that the machine is plugged into, "Watch the consequences of your actions." Steve flips a switch and automatically Peter's body starts to convulse, he lets out a scream of pain that can barely be heard from the gag. But as much as he wishes it would stop, it just continues. The pain never dulls, the voltage doesn't decrease, he's forced to beg silently as his whole body feels like it's on fire. He can't hear anything that Tony is saying, he can't even open his eyes, everything hurts too much.
Everything hurts. He can barely breathe. It's too much. It's all too painful. And then it stops all at once. He would claw at his neck if he could move his hands, the breath is only now starting to come back to him. He can't tell why it's stopped, but it sounds like there's a struggle happening. And then, his eyes open.