Cold heart of monster

Chapter 3

After lunch, Peter went to his new room. Tony still didn't speak to him, but it was better that way. Alone, Peter was able to plan his escape. He didn't know how he would do it yet, but he would think of something. He has to think of something. He has no choice. But how to escape? The window is impossible, too high. The only thing left is the elevator. But what if Tony disconnects the electricity? No, there must be another way out. Peter knew that for every elevator they make an emergency exit in case of fire. Bingo. Stairwell. Peter went down the stairs quietly taking advantage of the fact that the man was in his bedroom.

Peter was downstairs and was disappointed to see that there were no stairs next to the elevator. But wait a minute, that's impossible. Peter walked around the wall a few times until he noticed that in one place the wall was uneven. Hm, this is where the hidden door is. Someone had painted them so they couldn't be seen. There wasn't even a handle, so Peter pressed it lightly, and the door fortunately opened silently. There was a motion sensor on the stairwell, which triggered a light, and to his eyes appeared a gray, dusty constitution with dark green doors on each floor. Peter looked back and gave run to the stairs.

Peter had never run down the stairs. He was skipping several steps at a time, occasionally stumbling but quickly regaining his footing even faster. He knew he must have made a huge noise, so he ran as fast as he could. Tony surely already knew about his escape. Peter trembled at the thought and kept running.

After about ten floors, the clatter of footsteps and rapid breathing were replaced by a slamming door and a scream. Peter's heart stopped for a split second. From both above and below, his captors were approaching him. From above - Tony, and from below - who knows? There was no doubt that wherever he went he was in deep trouble. Peter stopped because he didn't know where to go. Which option is safer? An angry Tony or a stranger whose intentions he didn't know? Both fatal options. He stood like that for a few seconds until he thought logically and reached one of the doors.

"Please, let's be open," muttered Peter.

The door opened without a problem. How lucky! Peter quickly ran into the room and closed the door behind him. In addition, he bolted it with a nearby dresser.

Peter looked around the new room and noticed that it was an empty laboratory. If it weren't for the current situation he might even be happy to be in such a modern place. Peter knew that sooner or later Tony would find him, but there was always hope left. He thought he could go through the vents like in the movies he had seen. There was no time to think, the boy climbed up the table and pulled himself up to the ceiling. Now he regretted that he was not athletic, because it would certainly have been easier. He slid inside and... Mother of God! What a metal sheet makes noise! This was not in the movies!!! But tough, since they knew where he was anyway, it wouldn't hurt him. Peter crawled about 20 meters blindly. With each movement, the sheet metal made a shrill loud crackling sound. He walked slowly and didn't know if he was going well, but it was better than being stuck. He kept on crawling until around the bend something grabbed his ankle.

"AAAAAA!!!" Peter screamed in surprise. He automatically began to scramble. What's that? Some kind of rat? No, it had too strong a grip and it was like a hand...

"Gotcha, you cheeky little..." Tony pulled him hard and he fell right into his embrace. Peter tried to break free, but Tony put him on the couch. He pulled out a rope and started tying his arms and legs with it. Peter swallowed his saliva. Tony must have been pissed off. "...arrogant, stupid, uncaring, thoughtless, nabby brat. PETER STARK! Do you know what kind of trouble you got yourself into?

Wait a minute, Stark? After all, his name was Parker! Peter noticed that behind the man's back was Steve. And they were still in the lab, just on the other side. How could this be possible! Peter focused again on Tony, who, having finished tying his hands, took to his feet. Peter was not sorry. He wasn't going to apologize, because he didn't regret anything. He would do it again if he could. If it had been an even fight, one-on-one, who knows, maybe he would have escaped?