Whumptober 2021

Now where do you think you're going?

A/N- Merry Christmas gang. This is quiet short as I don't have much time, and I'm still sleep deprived as Hell while I write this, so it might not be the best. Sorry about that :/

0 Failed escape + rescue 0

-Third Person P.O.V-

Peter was screwed.

One moment he had been out on patrol, being the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man and helping people. And the next, he was strapped onto a chair and unable to move.

Honestly, Peter wasn't quiet sure how it had all happened. He had been talking to Karen before his senses over took him, warning him of something. Karen had obviously caught on as well, as she had begun to call Mr Stark for help. But before he could even get close to answering the phone, something stung Peter and darkness wrapped around him, consuming him completely.

Once he had woken up, he had looked around the room he was in. Taking in the dusty décor and the musty smell in the air, Peter knew it was somewhere abandoned. He rolled his eyes and muttered quietly to himself, "what is with criminals and taking me to some abandoned building."

His suit was nowhere to be seen, and- thankfully- in it's place was a hoodie and pair of jeans. Although how he got into them, he doesn't want to know.

Peter feel silent, allowing his senses to take over a little more. He listened carefully, seeing if he could hear anyone who was within the building. It took a moment, but he finally heard three different hear beats within the building.

Straining his ears even more, he was able to make out what they were saying.

"What exactly is the plan for that Spider kid," crook 1 spoke.

"I don't know, I wasn't the one who planned this," crook 2 replied, sounding faintly annoyed by the whole thing.

"Would you two shut it. I told you already, we need to get information out of him. Whether that be asking politely or cutting it out of him. Then, we kill him," crook 3 snapped, and Peter could distinctly make out the sound of a gun being cocked and felt a shiver run down his spine.

Realistically, Peter knew Tony was more than likely on his way. Or at least finding out where he was. But the issue was, Peter didn't know how long that might take him, and also how long he can hold out against these guys.

Peter knew he needed to get out of there as quick as he could. He glanced down at the straps wrapped around his wrists, ankles and chest and glared at them. This would be easy- he hoped at least.

With all his strength- that seemed to not be much right now- he pulled on the restraints around his wrists. It took a bit longer than he would like to admit but finally the straps snapped, releasing his wrists and showing the red rubbed raw wrists.

Next, he moved to his chest, pulling on the buckle that connected it to the chair. With a sharp snap, it broke off, allowing him a little closer to freedom.

Then, he moved to his ankles, pushing against them and pulling them with his hands he was finally able to break them off; allowing complete freedom- well, of the things holding him down that was. He still needed to get out and get away to be really free.

Slowly and quietly, he made his way to the door. It was old and wooden, although Peter could tell they put new locks on the outside from the new door handle. He cursed under his breath, knowing it'll be a little harder to get out now.

Peter listened again, hearing them still far away and decided now would be the only shot he had.

With cautious movements, he began to push on the door. Adding more and more pressure every second that went on.

Peter heard the snap of the lock and the door swung open, revealing the empty hallway in front of him.

"Did you hear that?" Crook 1 asked, making Peter freeze, hoping they didn't hear. Sure, it was a little loud, but Peter thought he had gotten away with it.

"Hear what?" Crook 3 replied.

No one answered and Peter knew he was fucked. On rather weak legs- he's pretty sure whatever it was he was shot with to get him here was still working it's way through his system- he began to run. He could hear heavy footsteps behind him and knew his cover was officially blown.

"GET HIM," one of them shouted, sounding more than angry.

Peter kept running, turning corners and making his way through the maze of hallways and rooms. He really thought he was getting away, but it turned out he was slower than he though he was.

He heard the bullet before he felt it. The sharp whiz of something deadly gliding through the air, ready to make its home in flesh and bone, tearing anything that stood in his way.

The next thing Peter knew was that he was on the floor and his leg was burning white hot hell fire.

"Oh little Spider, you can't get away that easily," a voice growled in his ear, warped amusement twisting their voice.

Oh how screwed Peter was.

-

Tony was angry.

In fact, he was more than angry. Someone really thought they could take his- the kid and get away with it.

Thankfully, the idiots that took him aren't the smartest of them all. They had kept Peters suit, and from what Karen had told FRIDAY, the suit was in the place where Peter was. Meaning easy time tracking.

The problem was, how long it took to get the information. Karen was working so great wherever they were, meaning it took longer to get her answer and the full details. But as soon as they had them, Tony was in his suit and off.

The warehouse came into view and Tony already knew where Peter was, after all, FRIDAY had head sensors. And from the looks of it, three other people were in there with him.

Tony flew through one of the windows before shooting through the halls and to where Peter was. He saw blood on the floor as he went and he could feel a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach at the sight of it.

Before he could think much more about it however, he was slamming into the door and startling three of the four people in the room.

Peter was roped to a chair, his face bruised and bloody, with one man standing in front of him with bloody knuckles and a glare on his face. Another was a little away from him, gun in hand and now pointing at Tony- before hand it was pointing at Peter.

And finally, you had the last man who was watching the whole thing, just taking everything in with an emotionless face.

"Oh you fucked up," Tony whispered, just loud enough so they could hear and to know just how serious he was.

By the time Peter blinked, all three men were unconscious on the floor and a worried Tony Stark was in front of him.

"Kid, hey. Look at me, are you okay?" Tony called out, making sure to capture Peters eyes.

Peter thought about it for a moment, he could be better. But he also knew he could be a whole lot worse.

"Yep, I'm all good," Peter beamed.

Tony undid the rope and glared- light-heartedly (mostly)- when he saw the bullet wound. "Oh yeah, sure you are," Tony replied in sarcasm, just glad that his kid was okay and not dying.

"Let's get you home Pete," Tony spoke, sounding a lot happier and relieved then when he first came through the door.