Peter Parker and Tony Stark Whump Shots

Hostage Part 1

(Peter has no powers in this.)

How could someone be so unlucky? Why is it that Peter Parker is always in the wrong place at the wrong time. He thought he was safe, sitting in the library after school with his best friend, Ned. But no, apparently nowhere was safe anymore, he would never be safe as the intern of a billionaire. They were talking about the math quiz when suddenly five people in masks with huge guns walked right into the middle of the building and fired a few shots into the air. The tiles in the ceiling crumbled and four fell off. It was generally quite quiet, there were only a few people sitting around, including a mother and father with their baby and two elderly people. There's immediate panic, screaming and crying, Peter quickly moves closer to Ned, who grabs his arm in response.
"Everyone stay still!" One of them shouts.
Both kids were too afraid to move, but all Peter was thinking about was getting the attention of Mr. Stark. He'd save them. He always did.
Two of the men walk towards them and aim their guns at the boys, "Get up."
They stand up, both of their legs shaking in terror.
"Walk. Over here. Now." He demands.
Peter and Ned do as they're told, gripping each other's hands.
"Go sit- Wait." He pauses, and his turns his head to the side while staring at Peter.
"You sit." He barks at Ned, who drops to his knees and then sits down fully, looking frantically at his best friend.
"Now, you..." The man says in a curious tone, "I've seen you before. Where have I seen you?"
"I- I don't know." Peter blurts out, avoiding eye contact with the criminal.
"Holy shit. Holy shit!" He shouts, getting the attention of the other men.
"What's the matter with you?" One of the others asked exasperatedly.
The man in return grabs Peters collar and walks him towards the rest of the group before throwing his to the floor in the middle of them.
The kid gasps and gets up to his knees before glancing back at his friend.
"He's one of Stark's lackeys."
"Tony Stark?" One of them laughs as though what he's hearing is crazy.
"Yeah. Tony Stark. Do you know what this means? Instead of demanding ten thousand from the police, we can demand millions from a superhero." He says excitedly.
"How do you know that he really does know Stark?" Another one asks, snarling down at Peter, who's hands are shaking.
"I saw him on TV. There's only one way to know for sure." He tells them, and then he bends down so that he's at eye level with the kid. "I'm gonna say this once. If you lie to me you will regret it, alright?"
Peter nods, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.
"Do you know Stark?"
"I- I don't- I- can't-" He stutters.
"Shut up. I will shoot your little friend if you lie to me." He threatens.
"Yes- Yes- but I-" He gasps as a hand connects with the side of his face.
"Enough. Give me your phone."
Peter does it quickly, his cheek red and sore.
"Put your finger print in." The man tells him, but he practically does it for the boy roughly.
"Voila." He chuckles, standing up and showing the others the phone which clearly has Tony's number saved as 'Mr. Stark.'
"Okay. Let's think about this." One of the others states.
"We should. This dudes a superhero, we don't wanna piss him off and feel the consequences."
"We need to make sure he can't get to us if we do this."
"Alright." He sighs, "Let's make a plan. And you..." He grabs Peter by his collar again and makes him sit down beside Ned. "You sit tight."

After a few silent minutes pass, they finally seem to disperse, two of them walk towards the high school kids.
"We're leaving. You're coming with us." He tells Peter, gesturing for him to stand up. The kid just looks up wide eyed and terrified. "No. My- You can't-"
"Everyone else here will be left alone as long as you leave with us." Peter turns to face Ned before nodding slightly at him and standing up. He's shoved outside to a black van parked on the sidewalk. Three of them get in the back with the kid, making sure to keep an eye on him. Peter can't believe what's happening, he's so scared and all he wants is for Tony to come save him.
"Hands." The word pulls him from his thoughts.
"What?" He asks, but before he gets an answer his wrists are pulled behind his back and tied. He gasps and leans backwards as one of them comes at him with a blindfold. Peter is helpless. He can't do anything but cower and pray they don't hurt him.
"So..." A voice comes from his left side. "How much do you think you're worth to Stark?"
Peter sniffs and tries to hold back a sob.
"Ten million?" The kid shakes his head as a tear rolls down his cheek.
"I- I don't know."
"We were so lucky to get a hostage like you." Another voice laughs. "What age are you?"
"I'm- I'm 15." Peter replies, as the van starts to move, knocking him off his feet as he lands on the hard floor. He backs up until he can feel the side of the van and keeps his mouth shut, listening to the three talk about what they'll do with the money until they finally stop an hour or so later.
He's yanked out by his T-shirt and then led into a building, a man holding his wrists by the rope.
"We've talked about this. So call Stark on speaker and say what we've rehearsed."
Peter hears the phone start to ring and pretty quickly a familiar voice picks up, "Kid, I'm kinda busy, can we-"
"Yeah. He can't make it to the phone right now."
The few seconds of silence that follow are too tense to even describe.
"Who the fuck are you?" Tony says in a low voice.
"Watch your tone, Stark. There's five of us and your boy is a little tied up at the moment." He replies sarcastically.
"Where is he?" The genius asks angrily.
"Right here. He's been so good, so obedient." He jokes, letting out a laugh when Peter hangs his head in shame. "I've only had to hit him once."
"You put a fucking hand on him again and I'll-"
"You'll what?" The criminal asks rhetorically, "You can't do anything to us right now but we can do anything we want to the kid. Pick him up." He gestures to a few of the others and Peter shoves himself back as far as he can, but he still can't see. He's lifted up by his arms and dragged towards the man on the phone. The next thing he feels is someone pulling the blindfold down so that it hangs loosely around his neck.
"Don't fucking touch him!" Tony snarls furiously.
Peters wide eyes look up just to see the back of a hand come at him, he gasps in a breath in shock as the hit lands. The sound is loud enough that Tony can hear it.
"Don't!"
"Next time you speak I'll shoot him."
"No..." Peter cries quietly, "Please don't..." The man in front of him punches him hard in the stomach making him keel over in pain. He would've fallen to the floor if the other two men weren't holding him up. He splutters and coughs with panicked breaths.
The other end of the phone is silent once again.
"So, you wire transfer ten million to the account I'll send you in a text and you'll get his location. I'm dumping the phone so you can't track it, it was nice talking to you, Stark." He spits the last word out like it's venomous and takes a minute to send the message before throwing the phone on the ground.
"Sorry, kid, I'm sure daddy will buy you a new one." He smirks, "Make sure he can't escape and meet me in the next room."
The other four mutter in agreement, looking for something to tie Peter to in the room. But it's completely barren, there's no pipes or anything that could be of use.
"I got an idea." One of them grins. "Bring him."