The air was thick with tension as Tony, Steve, Clint, Bucky, and Peter approached the warehouse, its imposing structure looming against the darkening sky. The remnants of an old industrial area surrounded them, with rusted machinery and broken glass littering the ground.
“Stay sharp,” Tony said, his voice low. “Hydra won’t take kindly to intruders.”
They crept towards the entrance, the sound of their footsteps muffled against the cracked concrete. Bucky led the way, scanning the area for any signs of movement. Clint followed closely, bowstring taut, ready to release an arrow at a moment's notice.
Peter’s heart raced in his chest as they reached the door. “What if Morgan’s in there?” he whispered, glancing at Tony, who wore a mask of determination.
“She’s going to be okay,” Tony reassured him, though doubt flickered in his eyes. “We’ll get her back.”
With a swift motion, Bucky kicked the door open, the metal creaking ominously. Inside, the warehouse was dark, filled with shadows and the echo of distant machinery. The group stepped inside, alert to any potential threats.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y., can you scan for any life signs?” Tony asked, his voice steady.
“Scanning now, Mr. Stark,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. replied, her tone calm amidst the tension.
As they moved deeper into the warehouse, the sound of muffled voices reached their ears. The group halted, exchanging glances.
“Let’s split up,” Steve suggested, his voice barely above a whisper. “Clint, Bucky, check that way. Peter and I will take the other side.”
“Be careful,” Clint warned, and they nodded, moving in separate directions.
A Glimpse of Hope
Peter and Steve cautiously navigated through the dimly lit area, their senses heightened. The muffled voices grew louder, and they ducked behind a stack of crates, peering around the corner.
Ahead, a group of Hydra agents were gathered around a small, makeshift control center, a monitor displaying various feeds. Peter’s heart sank as he recognized one of the figures—Morgan, her body restrained and her eyes flickering with fear and confusion.
“No…” Peter breathed, his hands balling into fists.
“Hold it together,” Steve urged quietly. “We’ll get her out.”
As they watched, Peter noticed the flicker of something unnatural in Morgan’s eyes. They glowed an eerie shade of green, the result of Hydra’s influence.
“Morgan!” Peter called softly, but the words caught in his throat, fearing it would alert the agents.
“Morgan, can you hear me?” Steve added, his voice low yet soothing.
But Morgan’s expression was distant, as if she couldn’t see or hear them. Instead, one of the Hydra agents turned to the others, speaking with authority. “We need to accelerate the process. The longer she’s in this state, the more unstable she becomes.”
“Accelerate?” Peter’s heart raced. “We need to move now!”
The Rescue Mission
Without waiting for Steve’s signal, Peter sprang into action, charging toward the agents. “Hey!” he shouted, drawing their attention.
“Stop him!” one of the agents yelled, reaching for his weapon.
Peter felt a rush of adrenaline as he weaved through the agents, dodging bullets and grabbing whatever he could find to defend himself. He didn’t care about the danger; he needed to reach Morgan.
“Get him!” Clint shouted from a distance, releasing arrows that struck true, incapacitating two agents in quick succession.
Steve charged in behind Peter, using his shield to knock an agent aside. “Stay focused, Peter!” he called, his voice filled with urgency.
Finally, Peter reached Morgan, his heart pounding as he saw the fear in her eyes. “Morgan! I’m here!” He knelt beside her, trying to break through the haze of control that enveloped her.
“M-Morgan, can you hear me?” he asked, his voice trembling.
Slowly, her gaze turned to him, a flicker of recognition breaking through the darkness. “Peter?” she whispered, her voice faint.
“Yeah, it’s me. I’m going to get you out of here,” he promised, gently touching her face. But the moment was shattered as another agent rushed toward them, weapon drawn.
“Get away from her!” Steve shouted, charging to block the agent’s path.
But the agent was quick, lunging at Peter and Morgan. In a split second, Peter pushed Morgan behind him, shielding her as the agent lunged.
“Stay back!” Peter yelled, adrenaline fueling his strength. He managed to disarm the agent with a swift kick, sending him crashing into a nearby crate.
The Showdown
Clint and Bucky joined the fray, their movements a synchronized dance of combat. Clint’s arrows flew with precision, taking down agents left and right, while Bucky used his combat skills to keep the remaining threats at bay.
“Let’s get her out of here!” Bucky shouted as he and Clint cleared a path.
Steve stood protectively in front of Peter and Morgan. “We need to move—now!”
With quick determination, Peter lifted Morgan into his arms, her body light but her gaze still dazed. “Hang on, Morgan. We’re getting you home,” he whispered, urgency propelling him forward.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y., where’s the nearest exit?” Tony’s voice crackled through the comms.
“Twenty meters to your left, Mr. Stark. I’m detecting more agents approaching from the rear,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. warned.
“Then we need to move faster!” Tony’s voice was steady yet commanding.
The Escape
They made a sprint for the exit, dodging incoming fire and navigating through the chaos. Clint and Bucky held the line, covering their retreat as Peter cradled Morgan close.
As they reached the exit, a sudden explosion rocked the warehouse, debris flying around them. “Go! Go!” Tony shouted, the urgency in his voice propelling them forward.
“Peter!” Morgan gasped, her strength waning. “I can’t… feel…”
“You’re going to be okay!” he replied, his heart pounding with fear. “Just hold on!”
With one final push, they burst through the exit, tumbling into the cool night air.
The team regrouped outside, breathless and shaken.
“Morgan!” Tony rushed forward, his eyes wide with concern. “Is she okay?”
“She’s not herself,” Peter said urgently, holding her close. “I think Hydra’s still controlling her.”
“Stay with her,” Steve instructed, kneeling beside Morgan. “We’ll figure this out together.”
As they settled outside, the reality of their escape hit them, but the battle was far from over. They had rescued Morgan, but the Hydra threat loomed larger than ever, and they would need to find a way to break the control before it was too late.
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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...
