Peter Parker and Tony Stark Whump Shots

Evil! Steve

(People really enjoyed this type of story so slay ig, I can write about 'Steve' being a bad person forever) (Endgame hurt me)

The 2012 attack on New York was the closest any of the Avengers ever got to someone who was under mind control. Tony didn't know Loki though. This time it was different. This time it was his colleague, his friend.
There wasn't an ounce of doubt in Tony's mind when Steve asked him to meet him for a simple recon mission at an old warehouse. He flew to the building and met Steve in front.
"Hey, there's no need for the suit, it's empty in here, I'm just looking for some shit left behind by Hydra." The captain informs him.
Tony steps out of the suit with a smirk and sarcastically asks, "Damn cap, what happened to your whole 'no bad language' thing?" He leaves the suit open, this place was in the middle of nowhere anyways.
Steve just smiles at him and opens the door to a long corridor, he opens one of the many other doors and peers in around the corner.
Tony doesn't think anything of it, and just copies his actions, opening the one opposite and the next, checking each room.
He continues until Steve calls him, "Come here, I think I got something here."
"On my way." Tony replies, he spots the Captain in the corner of the room, inspecting the back wall. He strolls up to him casually, not noticing anything special, he moves in front of Steve. "Is your eye sight going already, old man?" He asks with a grin when he can't see anything. He doesn't get an answer, but what he does get is hit so hard in the back of the head that he loses consciousness.

He comes to a while later, but as he tries to wipe the drool from his mouth, he realises that his wrists are handcuffed behind his back.
"Fuck," he grunts, looking around the room, "Steve, you alright?" He calls out into the corridor, he can't see anyone but his first thought is to make sure his friend is okay.
"I'm just fine." Steve says, walking in the room and standing right in front of him.
"Did you- Did you do this to me?" Tony asks, he tries to stand up but his ankles are bound too and he can't do much in this position.
"Yeah, I took your phone and your watch, Stark. No one's coming to save you."
"Save me?" The genius is baffled, "What do you mean save me? Save me from what?"
"From some of my own friends. They can't wait to meet you, they're on their way already." Steve tells him nonchalantly, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"What the fuck? Why- Why would you do this? Why?" Tony asks, more curious than angry even though he feels so betrayed and almost scared.
Steve ignores him, "I need you, Stark."
"What? Why are you-"
"I'd say we have twenty minutes to spare before they get here. But I need you to behave until then."
There's a pause before Tony nervously fakes a laugh. "Is this some kind of prank? Hitting me is a bit much but-"
"Don't be naive. I know you're smarter than that. I'd say this isn't personal but... it definitely is." He smirks down at him, but it isn't the same smile that his friend knew.
Tony can't help the fear that builds in his stomach, he's never felt like this. "Steve, whatever this is... whatever you've gotten yourself into... you don't need to do this. You can let me go and we can work it out together."
He's not dignified with a response, just a snide laugh.
"Come on, Steve. You gotta talk to me." Tony sighs, he shifts his position so he's up on his knees and closer to him.
There's the sound of car engines from outside that turns both of their heads.
"They're early." Steve says plainly.
"Who?" Tony asks, trying to regain his composure, "Who's here?"
He's ignored again, but his question is quickly answered when three men in formal clothing turn into the room.
"Good work, soldier. We got the suit." One of them says, "Bring him out to the van."
"Wait, wait." Tony protests, he knows that they can't take the Iron Man suit, the technology is too advanced. "Steve, don't let them- No- Stop!" He's thrown over Cap's shoulder like he's nothing more than a rag doll. There's nothing he can do as he's brought outside but then he sees his suit, there's another two men lifting it and placing it in the back of a van.
And Tony has a choice to make. He can tell Jarvis to get some help, or he can do the one thing to make sure these assholes can't steal his technology and hurt others.
He almost hates himself for playing the hero. But he does it anyways.
Steve however, starts to bring him farther away from the van and closer to a black car instead.
"JARVIS! SELF DESTRUCT!" Tony shouts, the suit implodes, blasting pieces of metal outwards. Some parts hit the men, the sound making most of them duck for cover. But not Steve. He just continues to the car and opens the door to the trunk. He throws Tony in roughly. The billionaire would be less scared if his friend didn't have this incredulous smirk on his face.
"You're going to fucking regret that. I promise." He covers the hero's head with a black bag and slams the boot of the car shut.
Tony couldn't hold back the smile he had from disrupting his plans as the world went black. He tried to count the seconds of how long they were driving, but he lost count after a few thousand seconds.
When the trunk finally opens, he doesn't have any time to adjust before he's thrown over someone's shoulder again. He groans at the movement as he's shoved into a chair, his hands still bound behind his back.
"You little shit." Steve starts, pulling the bag from his head and punching the hero across the face. "You love making things hard for yourself, don't you, Stark? You can never just behave."
Tony lifts his head up and winces, "You know me so well, Steve." He glances around the empty room, and notices that the other men aren't there.
"Shut up. You think this is a game? Do you think that just because I knew you, I won't kill you?"
"Knew me? We're friends, Steve! You still know me. And no I don't think you'll kill me, asshole. You need me alive." Tony snarls.
"We need you to get to your technology. Maybe I can't kill you yet, but that doesn't mean I can't hurt you." Steve scowls, "I can make you wish you were dead."
"Why the fuck are you doing this?" The genius asks exasperatedly, he's quickly losing patience and letting the betrayal take control of him.
"For your technology, Stark. I've already said it, I was told you were supposed to be a genius."
"We've been friends for five years! You're gonna tell me that everything we've been through meant nothing? Are you fucking serious?!" Tony yells, standing up from the chair and looking Steve dead in the eyes. He can't fight him, his hands are handcuffed behind his body, his feet are shackled together too and even if he wasn't restrained... he had no chance against a super soldier. But he stands tall and unafraid anyways. For a few seconds at least, before Steve picks him up by the throat and shoves him against the nearest wall.
Tony gasps in a breath as his breathing gets difficult, "St-Steve-" Before he can utter any more words, he's dropped to the floor.
"You think we can't take everything from you? All it takes is a photo of you sent to your security guard and we can have all we ever wanted." Steve says, "Blowing up the suit was a smart move but it hasn't stopped the plan, you've just made it more difficult."
"Y-yeah," Tony groans, "That's one thing I'm good at."
The super soldier lets out a dry chuckle, "Even now, still making jokes. You're funny. But not as strong as I was told you are."
"'Was told?' We spar together, Steve, we're friends, you know everything about me." Tony stops abruptly when his friend picks him up and throws him back into the chair.
"I know. I know all about you. All the memories we've had. I've seen them all. But knowing about them and actually experiencing them is a very different thing."
"You did experience them," Tony sits up as straight as he can, "What the fuck is wrong with you? You wouldn't do this, Steve. You'd never do this to anyone."
"I know that too. All the memories I've seen are kind, helpful. That's why it's so genius. The Winter Soldier has a bad reputation but Captain America doesn't. No one would ever expect him to be a villain. Especially not you. And you..." Steve bends down close to him. "We did all of this just to get to you."
The gears are turning in the hero's mind, "Who are you?"
"I'm your friend, Steve Rogers. Right?" He says sarcastically.
"Who's we?"
"What?"
"You keep saying 'we,' who's we? Your friends? Where did they go?" Tony asks. He doesn't know what's going on but he does know that whatever it is has nothing to do with Steve. This was his body, but not his mind, not his words and not his actions.
"You don't know me or my friends yet, Stark. My name is Victor Von Doom."
"God, who named you? You sound like a cartoon villain." Tony remarks.
There's another dry laugh. "It won't be long until we meet in person, Stark. But for now, this body will do." He punches Tony across the face, and again, and again, until the hero can barely lift his head up. Then he snaps the chain on the handcuffs and uses duct tape to restrain his wrists to the arms of the chair. Tony can't do anything to stop him. He can't even hear himself think as he loses consciousness.

And then... darkness.