Peter Parker and Tony Stark Whump Shots

Ransom Video

(I've already done a ransom note version but here's a new one!)

Just like most days, Tony had his head down and was working hard in the lab on something or other. Today, though, he was extra busy, so when a phone call from his intern came through, he silenced it, not thinking anything of it. Peter Parker would often call him, he's a sixteen year old kid with a lot to say. And despite having only met him nine months ago, Tony had grown overly-attached to him quickly, it was difficult not to care about him. So when a video call from the boy popped up on one of Tony's large TV screens, he decided to answer it. He could always just listen to Peter talk while he worked, and he had to ensure that he was okay, he'd never normally call twice in a row.
"JARVIS, answer."
"Yes, sir." The AI replied.
"Hey, Pete. You alright?" Tony asked, only looking up when he didn't receive an answer. The scene he saw was something he thought he could only imagine in his nightmares.
The kid was there, but he was slumped over in a chair, his hair messy and eyes closed. Surrounding him was a group of people, each of them wearing full face masks. Two men and two women, all staring at Tony as he glared at them too, his breath caught in his throat.
"Tony Stark."
The man can't reply, stood in shock and horror, face draining of its colour.
"You have two hours to leave five million dollars at the drop-point, if you fail to do so, we kill Mr. Parker." One of them tells him, with a great deal of composure and calmness.
The words seem to swirl around in his head, the only thing Tony is truly thinking about is the boy on the chair.
"Peter?" He whispers.
"Mr. Stark." Another says, more stern this time, "Will you meet our demands?"
"How- How do I know he's alive?" The genius asks, heart dropping at the thought of the poor kid being dead.
Instead of receiving a reply, one of the women simply walks out of frame and returns, holding a bottle. She holds it directly under Peter's nose for a few seconds. Tony flinches when the boy practically jumps out of his skin. His eyes are wide and he immediately panics, hands shaking and body twisting in the ropes.
"Proof enough for you, Stark?" A man asks, gesturing towards Peter, who looks up towards the live video call and stops completely when he sees Tony.
"Kid, you okay?" He asks quietly, examining Peter's face properly now that he can see him well. He looks tired, but relatively unharmed. He can't answer though, a thick piece of duct tape wraps itself around his mouth and behind his head. "I'm coming, kiddo, don't worry." He reassures him. "If I give you the money..." he turns his attention to the kidnappers, "How do I know you'll let him go?"
"You don't. But your time is going down quickly. I'll tell you what, Stark. How about I keep the video call on until you finish your task? That way you know we won't kill him."
"You could let him go now and I'll st-"
"Don't test us!" The other man says loudly, making Peter flinch in fear when he pulls out a pocket-knife.
"Okay! Don't hurt him. I'll get you the money!" The genius replies in a panic.
"We haven't hurt him. That can change though, there are many many people in this world who would love a chance to watch Tony Stark come undone. In fact, I'd love to see it."
"He hasn't done anything, he's a kid! Your problem is with me, not him." He remarks, trying and failing to make the captors have any sort of sympathy. Tony looks back to the boy, and quickly regrets it, he hates what he sees. Peter is shivering, tears stream down his red cheeks and he looks so full of guilt. If anything happened to the kid Tony would never forgive himself.
"Take the money out. We'll send you a location, go there and we'll swap." The voice continues, null of any emotion despite Tony's statements.
"Alright. Send me it. You're gonna keep the phone on so I know he's okay, right?" His worried questioning is cut off abruptly when the screen turns black. His face drops when he realises that another person had rang him, dropping the call with Peter's captors.
"Jarvis? Jarvis?!"
"Yes sir?"
"What happened to the screen? What happened?" He asks rhetorically as he slams his hand down on his desk in anger. He knows exactly what happened. Another call from the kid appears on the screen and Tony's heart races again.
"Fuck." He whispers, before he quickly presses accept.
"Did you fucking hang up on us?!" A furious voice comes through before the picture ever appears.
"No! I didn't hang up! The call drop-"
"Do you want us to fucking kill him?!"
"No! Fuck! I'm sorry- I- "
The image comes back on the monitor, one of the men is standing behind Peter, the kid's hair grasped tightly in his fist.
"Don't touch him!" Tony's blood boils in his veins, as he glares protectively.
"Get the fucking money!" A woman says, she punctuates the last word with a swift movement of her own pocket-knife. She sinks it into Peter's thigh, withdrawing it as the kid lets out a muffled scream of pain.
"Stop! Stop it!" Tony retorts. "I'll fucking kill you!"
"You have the location. Be there." The man orders and then gestures to another one of the criminals, telling him to hang up. And then the screen goes dark again.
"Sir, your heart rate is at an unsafe level." Jarvis tells him, but Tony isn't listening. His heart is in his throat and he can't seem to get a full breath into his lungs.
"Fuck!" He shouts, shoving his computer off his desk and onto the floor in a fit of rage. And then he sets to work. He goes into his safe and withdraws the money, putting it into two duffel bags. He summons the suit and takes the stairs up to the top floor, where he rushes out the door he installed exactly for situations like this.
Jarvis pulls up directions and Tony flies as fast as he possibly can, getting to the destination that was given within four minutes. He arrives at the coordinates and drops the bags to the floor. His mask lifts up as he looks around for any sign of the kid. And then he gets a text. It's another address, a house a few miles away. He takes off straight away, the only thought on his mind was getting Peter back, he didn't give a shit about the money.
The house he reaches is rundown, but it's remote enough to not have to worry about someone hearing any commotion. Tony doesn't bother to try the handle as he kicks the door down completely. He steps out of the suit and calls out.
"Peter?! Peter?!"
He's not met with an answer. That terrifies him. But he runs upstairs and peers into two different rooms before seeing the kid, still tied to a chair in a dark room.
"Hey. Hey." He whispers, rushing to him and cupping Peter's face in his hands. "You're alright. I got you. You're okay." He mumbles, wiping his tears and unwrapping the duct tape from around his head as gently as he can.
"Mr- Mr. Stark- please-" The kids quiet voice breaks before he can finish his sentence.
"I'm here." Tony reassures him, untying the ropes and looking down to the wound in his leg. Peter's trousers are stained a dark red and he can tell that the kid is having a hard time even glancing at it.
"You're gonna be alright. We're gonna get you fixed up."

And then everything goes black. "Mr. Stark!" Is the last thing Tony hears.