Peter Parker and Tony Stark Whump Shots

Emotional Manipulation (Peter)

(This is the same concept as the first two parts of the 'Emotional Manipulation' one shots I have written in this story. Except instead of being about Tony, it's about Peter. And he isn't Spider-Man, just an intern. Enjoy!)

"Hello? Hello?!"
It doesn't take long for the child to realise the danger that he's in, the surrounding silence and the bare walls with one blacked out like a mirror make him tremble in fear.
"Let me go! Hello?!" Peter Parker's voice calls out shakily as his mind tries to process the last thing he remembers. He was sitting with Tony in the lab, working on a new suit when there was a huge explosion. Peter looks down and sees that his legs and arms are covered in bruises and scratches from the impact. His arms are held above his head by a metal chain and he's left awkwardly trying to stand on his tiptoes.
"Mr. Stark!" The kid calls desperately, and despite the fact that he had called for him, Peter never expected him to actually walk in.
"Kid! Jesus I was so worried." He gasps out, rushing towards him and ruffling his hair before fiddling with the chains.
"Mr. Stark! Please get me out of here. I'm scared."
"I know, kid. I know. I can't- " Tony starts before taking a step back, "I can't get them off." He whispers.
"It's okay. Please go, Mr. Stark. You can get help if you leave now. You gotta get out of here." The kid says, pain in his voice but Tony getting hurt is the worst thing that could happen to him.
"Well, look at this." A voice coming from behind them startles the two, the elder of them raising his fists in preparation for a fight.
"Oh what do we have here?" Another asks sarcastically. The two men, all in black suits, walk in casually, smug looks on both their faces.
"Mr. Stark run!" Peter shouts, twisting in the restraints.
And Tony pulls his fist back before shaking the hands of the men and turns back to face the child with a smirk.
"What- What're-" Peter is cut off as his mentor's hand strikes him across his cheek with a loud crack. The kid's knees buckle from under him and before he can pull himself back up he's punched in the stomach.
"Mr- Mr. Star- Stark- Stop..." He gasps out, he doesn't have a chance to keel over as Tony pushes him up against the wall, a hand wrapped around his throat.
"What's the matter, Pete?" He asks rhetorically, an evil glint in his eyes.
"Mr- Mr. Stark- Please help me." The kid asks, gasping for air.
"I can help you. But I won't. You can blame Tony Stark for this." The genius replies, winking at the other two men.

In the next room, behind a false mirror-

"Fucking stop it!"
"Stop fucking hurting the kid!"
"Hey! Asshole! Hurt me instead!"

"Calm down, Mr. Stark. You can make this stop." The weird green man in front of him says nonchalantly.
"What the fuck do you want me to do?!" Tony's voice is desperate. This was the worst form of torture. Watching some alien asshole hurt his kid while he looks exactly like himself.

In the next room-

The hand that tightens around Peter's throat is beginning to knock him unconscious, spots appear in his vision, his legs buckle, before 'Tony' finally let's go. The kid attempts to stand back up but the chain connecting him to the roof loosens and he lands on the floor with a grunt.
Peter shoves himself backwards as far away from the three men as he can, but to no avail.

"Did you really think that I cared about you?" The kid's mentor asks him, grinning at the tears forming in his eyes.
"Why are you doing this? Please-" Peter whispers.

In Tony's room-

"Fucking stop it! He hasn't done anything! He doesn't deserve this!"
"Stop with the screaming, Stark. It's getting on my nerves. Just build a few things for us and get your kid back, nice and easy. Or we can do it the hard way? Make your kid hate you, break him down and put him through as much pain as possible until he dies." The alien tells him. "It's up to you."
"I'll do it, whatever the fuck you want, just let him go." Tony gasps, gritting his teeth when he looks through the false mirror at Peter's terrified face. "I'll do it." He says in a quiet voice.
"Good choice, Stark. We will keep the child here until you have finished the projects."
"No. Please just let him go. I swear to fuck I'll do everything you ask." Tony begs, flinching at the sound Peter makes when the fake Tony pulls his hair back roughly.
"They will stop hurting him. But until you're done, he stays."

In Peter's room-

Another man in a black suit walks in casually before whispering something to 'Tony.'
"Well kid, looks like I have some business to attend to. I promise I'll come see you later." He smiles. The same smile on his face as when they watched Star Wars, the same smile he had when they made cupcakes for Pepper's birthday. How could he do this?
Peter flinches away from his touch when he leans in to ruffle his hair. Tony's exterior changes, like he's so mad he would hurt him again, but instead he just walks out.
Peter pulls his knees up to his chest. And he cries.