His Protective Dad (Starker FF)

The Rescue Plan

Back at Stark Tower, Tony, Steve, and Bucky gathered in the war room, along with Sam and Natasha, who had arrived as soon as they got word. The atmosphere was tense, everyone aware of the stakes. Peter wasn’t just another Avenger; he was family, and the thought of him being in the hands of old enemies put everyone on edge.

Tony had pulled up a holographic map of the warehouse F.R.I.D.A.Y. had located, pinpointing all entrances and exits. Every inch of the building was displayed in front of them as they worked out the best way to infiltrate and retrieve Peter.

“We go in quietly,” Natasha said, her voice steady and calm as she studied the layout. “We can’t let them know we’re coming until we have Peter in sight.”

Bucky nodded. “We take out the guards on the perimeter first. Minimize the chance of them using Peter as leverage.”

Tony’s gaze was locked on the map, his mind running a mile a minute. He hadn’t spoken much since he’d found out where Peter was being held, and the others knew better than to push him for more input. He was focused—laser-focused—and when Tony was like this, it was best to let him work through the plan.

Steve crossed his arms, glancing at Tony. “You’re sure you can handle this? Once we go in, there’s no room for mistakes.”

Tony finally looked up, his expression hard. “I’m going. End of discussion.”

Steve didn’t argue. He had expected Tony to be difficult about this. “Alright. We stick together. No one breaks formation until we have Peter, understood?”

The team gave subtle nods, agreeing without words. This wasn’t just another mission. This was personal.

Tony stared at the map for a moment longer, his heart heavy. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., keep tracking their movements. If anything changes, you let me know immediately.”

“Yes, boss,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. responded.

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Meanwhile, back at the warehouse, Peter could hear muffled voices outside the room. He tried to focus, tried to pick up on anything useful. He had to stay sharp, stay alert. Tony would come for him—he was sure of it—but he couldn’t just sit here and wait. He needed to be ready to help.

The ropes binding his wrists were starting to dig into his skin, but Peter continued twisting his hands, trying to loosen the knots. He had to get out of here before anything worse happened.

Suddenly, the door creaked open again, and the scar-faced man from earlier stepped in, a smug look on his face. Peter could feel the tension in the air.

“We just got word from our friends,” the man said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Your dad’s on his way. Looks like he really does care about you, huh?”

Peter glared at him, not responding. Inside, he was seething. The man didn’t know Tony. He didn’t know what Tony was capable of when someone he loved was in danger.

The man laughed, stepping closer. “Don’t worry. You’ll get to see your old man soon enough. Too bad it’ll be the last time.”

Peter’s heart raced, but he kept his face neutral, refusing to show fear. He knew Tony was coming, and he had faith that his dad would pull through. But he couldn’t just sit by and wait. He had to think, had to act.

As the man left the room again, Peter tugged at the ropes harder, feeling them begin to loosen. His hands were raw, but it didn’t matter. He had to get out. He had to help Tony and the others when they arrived.

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Outside the warehouse, the team was gearing up. They had parked a good distance away to avoid detection, and now they were making their way toward the building in stealth mode.