M-Mr. Stark? Help m-me!

12. Himself

Recap ~

Peter sat staring at the woman who stood before him. She had brown eyes and brown eyes. A loving smile, but Peter couldn't relate. He had never seen that type of love before. She started opening and closing her mouth, most likely talking, but it was so distant, incoherent.

Wha...who is that?'

Chapter 12: Himself

⚠️trigger warning - vivid non-consensual sexual actions⚠️

A sense of nostalgia washed through him seeing this familiar face but he didn't know why, he didn't know who this was. She had brown hair in a low messy bun with brown tired eyes to match the tired hair and face.

The machine was lifted off his face and he was brought back to Mr. Baldo and Roy staring at him, mysterio was in the corner as well.

"How will we know if it works?" One of them spoke as they turned their backs hoping peter wouldn't hear but they seem to have forgot his advanced abilities. "Well as some other experiments, they had symptoms of being seemingly emotionless, they have like dead eyes and they shouldn't feeel any remorse or something. I don't know. What do I look like a psychologist?" Someone shot back shutting the other up with silent annoyance.

Peter stared back at the machine. It felt like it had took something of his. Something that was important, like an eye, but he could see both arms without having to move his head.

Snapping fingers snapped impatiently in front of Peters's face. "Look up." Roy spat. "Looking." Peter replied flatly with annoyance. They act like he's an animal or some five year old toddler. "Awe he's still the same old boy, I could just eat you up." Roy's torso leaned closer into Peters, both of Peters arms being pinned by the straps of a chair and hands of a hungry man. "Like, honestly, I don't know why Travis hasn't let me do anything with you yet. Why is that Travis?" Roy's body maneuvered around and on top of the sitting frame of peter, kicking both legs up over Peters right arm and crossing them with satisfaction. Shivers of fear ran through Peters veins, he was terrified.

Mr. Baldo. as Peter called him, slowly stalked out of the shadows as a cat would. " I only stopped you for this first experimentation, I didn't want any outside factors affecting him, you know like a fresh slate. But it seems like outside factors need a role to play, I suppose they are there for a reason." Mr. Baldo walked to a metal door to the right of the room, waving his hand to Mr. beck in the corner. "You have him all to yourself now, we'll leave you alone. Teach him a thing or two." Just as Mr. Baldo was going to close the door he peeked back out . "Or break him enough so I can." And with that the door was shut with a sickening creak that echoed across the dull grey and empty room

"Oh we're going to have a lot of fun." Roy smiled, he dragged his finger across Peters collarbone, tracing along the bone going back and forth. "We were able to get your mask off, but that is only because you took it off when you got kidnapped. Now ima need you to take the rest of this off. Got it."
"Are you insane?! Nothing you say or do will have me willingly take my suit off." He lurched forward fighting the restraints, in doing so he knocked Roy off his lap. He began twisting and turning pulling and pushing, anything to get these restraints off. Nothing was working. He was trapped.

"Fuck-" Roy stood and wiped his greasy black hair away from his face. "My patience is wearing thin boy. I want you. I will get what I want one way or another. Take it off. Or I will."

"No, you psychopath!" Roy made one step back. "Listen to me," Roy took another step. "I will never, ever," Two more steps. "Let you do anything to me."