Tony’s mind raced as he processed the situation. His family was in peril, and he had no intention of losing any of them. The cold voice on the speaker taunted him, feeding off his anxiety.
“Bring what we want, or they die.”
“What do you want?” Tony shouted, his voice echoing through the facility. “You think I’m just going to hand over everything because you’ve taken my family? You’re dead wrong.”
The voice on the other end chuckled, dark and sinister. “We’ll send you a list soon enough, Stark. But time is not on your side. You have until midnight.”
As the transmission ended, Tony felt a surge of desperation. He needed to find Steve, Morgan, and the others—now.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y., give me a visual on the building layout. I need a way to get to the hostages without alerting the guards.”
“I’m already working on it, Tony,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. replied. “I’ve identified several hidden entrances that can take you directly to their location. However, the guards are heavily armed and stationed throughout the building.”
“Then it’s time to be a little creative,” Tony said, determination hardening his resolve. “Let’s go get my family.”
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Back in the dark room, Steve struggled against his bonds, his eyes darting between the three unconscious figures before him. Suddenly, he saw movement—MJ stirred, groaning softly as she regained consciousness.
“Steve?” she whispered, her voice hoarse.
“MJ, thank God you’re awake,” he replied, trying to keep his voice calm despite the pounding in his head. “Where’s Morgan? Are you okay?”
She nodded slowly, her expression shifting from confusion to fear as she glanced at the other two. “Morgan and Harley are… they’re fine. Just knocked out. What happened?”
Steve hesitated, knowing the weight of the situation. “We’ve been taken hostage. But we’ll get out of this. Tony will come for us.”
Before MJ could respond, Morgan blinked awake, rubbing her eyes. “Daddy?” she mumbled, her voice small and frightened.
“Shh, sweetheart, it’s okay. I’m here,” Steve said, forcing himself to smile despite the fear gripping his heart. “Your dad is on his way.”
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Meanwhile, Tony moved through the facility with purpose, following the path F.R.I.D.A.Y. had laid out. He was hyper-aware of every sound around him, every flicker of movement. As he rounded a corner, he spotted a group of guards chatting near an entrance to the room where he suspected Steve and the kids were being held.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y., can you disable the security cameras?” Tony whispered, his heart racing.
“On it,” she replied, the lights flickering briefly as the cameras shut down. “You have about thirty seconds before they come back online.”
“Good enough,” Tony murmured to himself, activating his suit’s stealth mode. He moved swiftly and silently, slipping past the guards and through the door.
Inside, the sight was heartbreaking. Steve was still bound, and the kids were huddled together, their faces pale and scared. Fury ignited in Tony’s chest as he moved to free them, but just as he reached for Steve’s restraints, a familiar voice echoed behind him.
“Not so fast, Stark!”
Tony turned sharply, his suit’s repulsors primed, ready to fire. He faced off against a figure clad in black, face obscured by a mask. “You think you can take them from us?” the figure snarled.
“I’m not leaving without them,” Tony shot back, his tone deadly serious. “Let them go, and I’ll make this quick.”
The figure laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. “Oh, we’re just getting started, Stark.”
Before Tony could react, a sharp pain shot through his side. He turned just in time to see another assailant aiming a gun at him. “Now you’re going to give us what we want.”
Just then, Peter burst into the room, adrenaline coursing through his veins. “Dad!” he yelled, his eyes wide with determination. He had overheard the commotion from the other side of the building and rushed in, ready to fight.
“Peter, no!” Tony shouted, but it was too late.
Peter lunged at the gunman, tackling him to the ground. The gun skittered across the floor, and chaos erupted as the remaining guards moved to engage.
“Get them out!” Tony yelled at Peter. “You need to take them to safety!”
“I’m not leaving you!” Peter replied, scrambling to his feet. He turned, launching himself at another guard, using his training to outmaneuver the attackers.
As Tony fought alongside him, they moved together like a well-oiled machine, each covering the other’s blind spots. But even as they fought, the numbers were against them.
Suddenly, amidst the scuffle, one of the assailants managed to pull a knife. With a swift motion, he lunged toward Peter. Tony’s heart dropped as he saw the blade glint in the dim light.
“Peter!” Tony screamed, but it was too late.
Peter turned, just as the knife struck him in the side. He staggered back, pain flashing across his face as he fell to the ground, gasping.
“NO!” Tony shouted, feeling the world tilt beneath him. He rushed to Peter’s side, kneeling beside him as the chaos raged on. “Stay with me, buddy. Just stay with me!”
The room spun, and the gunfire echoed in his ears, but all he could see was Peter, clutching his side, his face pale and glistening with sweat.
“Dad… I’m okay…” Peter managed, but his voice was weak.
Tony’s heart shattered as he cradled his son’s face in his hands, desperately trying to keep him focused. “No, you’re not. We need to get you out of here. You’re going to be okay, I promise.”
“Tony!” Steve called from across the room, still bound but fighting against his restraints. “Get him out of here! They’re coming!”
But as Tony looked up, the room filled with shadows, and the lead kidnapper stepped forward, gun raised, smirking at the sight of father and son.
“You’ve lost, Stark,” he said, leveling the weapon at Peter’s head. “Hand over what we want, or the kid dies.”
Time seemed to freeze. Tony’s heart pounded in his chest as he fell to his knees, desperation clawing at him. “Please… don’t hurt him. Just take me. I’ll give you whatever you want, just don’t hurt my son.”
The room fell silent, the weight of Tony’s words hanging in the air. He could feel the threat pulsating, the reality of the situation crashing down upon him.
“Dad…” Peter whispered, his eyes wide with fear and pain. “Don’t…”
“Please!” Tony cried, his voice breaking. “Just let him go. Take me instead. You can have whatever you want, just don’t hurt him!”
The kidnapper’s smirk widened as he enjoyed Tony’s agony. “You’re in no position to negotiate, Stark. But I might just consider it… if you give me what I want.”
“Anything…” Tony pleaded, his heart shattering at the sight of his son in pain.
Peter reached out weakly, gripping Tony’s hand as if it was the only thing keeping him anchored. “Dad… don’t…”
But Tony couldn’t think of anything else except the fear of losing him.
The kidnapper paused, contemplating his options. The tension in the room was palpable, as everyone held their breath, waiting for the next move.
And in that moment, Tony realized he would do anything—anything—to protect his son.
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His Protective Dad (Starker FF)
FanfictionA story of Peter Parker (Stark) and his sweet, dangerous yet loving dad Tony Stark. A story where a 16 yrs old boy loves his father dearly, who can do to make his son smile. But what happened when his dad found out about him (peter) getting bullied...
