marvel one shots

You Won't Break Me: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Centric

NOTE:

•This AU is set post-Iron Man snap in which Tony lives.
•Aunt May is no longer living.
•Peter lives with Tony, Pepper, Morgan and Harley Keener.
•Harley Keener is Tony's biological son.
•The song for this work is 'I Know Places' by Taylor Swift

Word Count: 9,000

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Peter's wrists had been rubbed raw from his restraints, his head hung low, his own blood and sweat matting his curly brown hair. His breathing was shallow, but he only was going to focus on one thing: not giving Mysterio what he wanted.

The dark, metallic room around him was silent, except for the slow, mechanical hum of the machines that drove him crazy. Vibranium cuffs held him to a chair, too strong for even his Spider-strength to break. His mask had been ripped off hours ago, leaving him exposed and vulnerable.

Mysterio stood in front of him, the reflective dome of his green helmet glinting under the dim light of the room. His voice was calm, almost condescending, but there was an edge to it, a dangerous edge.

"All this could be so much easier if you just cooperated, Peter," Mysterio said, stepping closer. His gloved hand reached out, lifting Peter's chin, forcing him to meet his gaze—or at least the void where his eyes should have been under that glass dome.

"You know Tony Stark better than anyone, so give me what I need," he grimaced. Peter gritted his teeth, forcing himself to hold back the surge of panic. He couldn't let Mysterio see his fear. He wouldn't let Mysterio reach his family.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, his voice hoarse from dehydration. His eyes flickered, trying to focus through the haze of exhaustion. Mysterio chuckled, pacing around him like a predator circling its prey.

"You've got his trust, his technology, access to everything Stark has built. Don't play dumb, Peter. You've got more than you realize," Mysterio spat.

"I don't know anything," Peter rasped, "and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you."

Mysterio's head tilted slightly, as if considering Peter's words. Then, without warning, the room shifted. The walls began to blur and ripple in an aura of turquoise green, the metal melting away, replaced by an endless white void. Peter felt the all too familiar vertigo of Mysterio's illusions taking over, but he fought to stay grounded. In the void, Tony Stark appeared.

He wasn't wearing his Iron Man suit. He was just standing there, in his familiar charcoal suit, looking as calm and confident as ever. But Peter knew better, he knew this wasn't real.

"You're failing us, Peter," Tony's voice echoed, cold and sharp, "you're letting him win." Peter blinked, trying to block out the illusion.

"You're not him. You're not Mr. Stark," he muttered, clenching his fists. But Tony's figure stepped closer, his face stern, his eyes filled with disappointment.

"If you don't tell Mysterio what he wants, more people will die. You're not the hero you think you are, kid. You're just a liability," Tony's words were cold and distant.

Peter's chest tightened as the words dug into him. It wasn't real. It wasn't Tony. But the illusion was so sharp, so clear, it was hard to separate the truth from the lie.

"I... I can't..." Peter stammered, shaking his head, but the guilt was creeping in, seeping into his bones.

"You could've saved so many people by now," the illusion of Tony continued, walking closer until he stood directly in front of Peter, "but you're too stubborn. You're too selfish to admit you're in over your head."