Peter Parker... Stark?

I am Loki, of Asgard

"The electrotherapy seems to be working. Hopefully he'll wake up sometime in the next hour or two."

"...Thank you, Bruce. For everything."

"Of course."

Peter's thoughts were muddy. Electrotherapy? Wasn't that something used for nerve and muscle damage? He felt his lips twitch downwards as he focused on trying to open his eyes.

"Boss, he's waking up." Man, it is good to hear Friday's voice, Peter thought as his eyes fluttered open.

This time, he was able to blink awake without getting an awful migraine. Tony and Bruce's words were clear as they asked how he was doing and ran a few short tests.

"Dad," Peter interjected as Tony started to go off on one of his nervous spiels, "what's going on? Why am in the med bay again?"

Tony froze, his mouth opening and closing several times as he struggled to figure out what he wanted to say. "We... we rescued you. And Morgan. You're both safe, okay kiddo?"

"Rescued?" Peter asked in a soft voice. He scrunched up his face in thought as he racked his brain for what he might have needed rescuing from. He remembered Tony and Pepper leaving on a business trip, having to walk to school with Morgan one day because Happy had the flu. He remembered having trouble with his spider sense in the weeks leading up to all that. Thank goodness that didn't seem to be a problem anymore.

"Peter, what exactly do you remember?" Bruce asked. His face was calm, but his eyes betrayed the complicated emotions he was trying to hide, and suddenly Peter's palms were sweaty and nervous.

"What happened? What did I miss? Why can't I remember being rescued?" he asked, choking back his rising panic. Then his brain caught up to what Tony had said only moments ago. "Morgan? Is she hurt? Did I hurt her?"

"Woah woah woah," Tony said, grabbing Peter's shoulders and then moving one hand to his chest. "Just breathe. With me, come on, in and out." As Peter matched Tony's breathing, Bruce reached over and held the oxygen mask against Peter's face as well. Only once the heart monitor had slowed enough to satisfy the scientist did Bruce step away again.

"Morgan is completely fine," Bruce assured Peter. "She has completely healed, at least physically, from anything that happened, and you were not the one to inflict any of it on her."

"Please. Just tell me what happened," Peter begged, still confused as to what had put both him and Morgan in such a situation.

Tony's lips pursed, so Bruce spoke up again. "You were kidnapped. Both of you."

"What?" Peter cried, but even as he voiced his confusion bits and pieces were already coming back.

A big van. People surrounding them, scanning for trackers. Hydra? Morgan, frightened, she'd only wanted a sandwich. Bullets that weren't quite right.

"Pete? You still with us?" Tony asked gently.

"I... I think I'm remembering."

"Don't push yourself," Bruce warned, "it's a lot to take in and we don't want you to relapse."

Despite his confusion over what he could possibly be "relapsing" into, Peter nodded slowly, blinking as fragments of memories kept coming in slowly.

He didn't like any of them, least of all the ones where Morgan was hurt.

But he was still missing a lot.

"Peter, I'm just going to take a bit of blood. Is that alright?" Bruce asked, holding out a syringe for Peter to see. "There's already an IV in your arm, so you won't feel a thing."