Long road to go.. [✓]

Chapter 7 ✨

“Don’t let him escape!”

“Shoot him!”

*Bang!*

A bullet whistles past his ear, as he dodged. Peter pushes himself harder. His heart was racing as he ran, another bullet pass through him as he dodged. Only bullets and footsteps could be heard all over the place. As much as he knows they Kept him tied in an underground facility. He heard their footsteps running close behind him. Torches wave with shouting in the distance, chasing him. He snuck a glance behind him and saw four shadowed men were behind him.

They were running. Fast.

Another bullet whistles close and he stumbles and rolls with a sharp yelp as pain shoots up in his right leg. He pushed himself off the floor, wincing and started to run again. His sixth sense was screaming at him, But he was too late, the bullet hit him directly on his shoulder. A stinging pain flooded through him as tears fell down his face, his shoulder ached. He held back a cry, as he felt excruciating pain flowing through his body.

He heaved for air as he ran, each step felt a part of himself breaking, fresh tears flowed down his face as he ran. He smiled to himself when he saw the blinding light.

There was a car!

Oh my god, "h-help!" He screamed as he saw someone stepping out of the car.

It was a man, he frowned as he saw him running towards him.

"P-please!" Peter whimpered, "there are these m-men, and they're trying to-" he broke down sobbing as he ran over to him.

Peter hid behind the man and pointed at the people who were trying to take him back. His heartbeat rabbiting as they get closer, closer-. And

"Thanks boss." One of them spoke, and proceeded to catch him.

"B-boss?" When the light fell on the man, Peter was horrified. The man standing in front of him, grinning like the predator.

Hot tears flooded down my face, shaking his head as he step back away from him.

No no no!

This can't be happening. He finally got escaped from this hell hole. And than this.

He fell back again in Mysterio clutches.

He pushed the men, who was approaching him.

Terror floods in his eyes. He can’t escape. They’ll take him back, take every part of him. He is never going to see his family. And the next thing he there was pain blooming in his head as the black spot were starting to get overall his vision.

******

Rohdey slammed his best against the chair as a quickly stood.

Steve put a hand on his shoulder. "I am sorry, Rohdey. We could not find anything. He just disappeared."

"Like magic." Natasha stated, her eyes narrowed.

"It's been a full week. It's been too long for him. No sign since the day he was taken.

"Tones would be disappointed in me. He must have thought that I would take good care of both his kids. Now God knows where those bastards must have kept Peter." Rohdey, lowered his head in defeat. He still remember when he got the call from his teacher. Rohdey knew that time was not on their side.

"Hey hey, don't give up, we will find him." Natasha stated, forcing eye contact with him. Steve nodded.

"Why don't we start again from the starting point" Steve said encouraging.

"Alright." Rohdey voice was too quiet to hear, but they all nodded.

"Let's go back to work."

******

His hand was slammed on the table as he again shouted Peter name. Peter looked at him, startled.

"I'm talking to you Peter." He stated rather annoyed.

"Oh sorry, I guess I was busy not listening. Quentin Beck." Peter spat.

Beck close his eyes and took a deep breath in. He tightly form his hand into fist and then there was an evil grinned on his face. That spent shiver down Peter spine.

"Oh Peter, you forget your last punishment so easily. Didn't I tell you not to cross me. You're smart as a whip. Just a......sucker." He hissed clutching fistful hand of Peter's hair and slammed his face down to table.

"Don't worry," He said bitterly sweet as Peter vision turned black. "You and I are going to have a lot of fun together."

***

Peter was strapped to the Chair again. The cold metal digging into his ankles and wrists as he fruitlessly struggled to free himself. Peter felt his eyes sting, “I hate this.” He said as he tried to curl into himself. Peter knew it was not the time to cry, to pity himself, but he couldn’t stop his tears.  He lift his head when he hear door slammed as Beck enter the room, he didn't saw another person enter the room as well.

"Peter Peter Peter." He said as he walked closer to him. "This was always suppose to be between me and stark, before snap you were never was in my plan. But look where fate has got you. You are just a scared little kid in a sweatsuit. Deep down, you know I'm right."

"Shut the fuck up!" Peter growled, tried, again, to pull against the weight of his bounds to no avail.

"Tsk tsk. Peter that's rude. Maybe you can learn some manners with the little help from my friend, mr. knife. Say hello to mr. Knife, Peter." Beck took his knife out of his pocket as he stabbed Peter's side with the knife. Peter yelled in pain. His vision got blurry from the tears.

"Son of bitch, i'm gonna kill you" Peter muttered because of the lack of strength.

Beck brought his ear close to his mouth "What was that? Could you repeat?"

"Son of... bitch"

"That's offensive Peter. I wonder what your little sister will think about that. You should be ashamed" Beck acted like he was offended

"No! Leave her alone, she has nothing to do with it. Don't you dare to hurt her!"

"Hmm, I will think about it. But before that, why not have some more fun." Beck said as a sinister grin formed in his face.

Peter felt that someone was standing behind him, when two hands grabbed his head tightly. Tear starting to brimming in his eyes. When he saw Beck bringing the knife to his face. Peter started shaking his head.

The knife was slowly dug into his skin as it was dragged over him. Rough hands held his head as Beck worked. A sick smile the last thing he would see out of it.

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