Compromised

Chapter Fifteen

Tony POV

As the surgery got started I told Bruce to tell me of any updates. I then walked out of the room and down to Dr. Octavius' room. As I was about to walk in Steve came up to me and I decided to see what information he had already gotten.

"Hey Capsicle, what did you get out of tentacles over here?"

"He told us that the C.O.N.T.R.O.L Tech that he put in us was inserted into the water we drank from the kitchen fridge. Also the way to disarm it was figured out by Loki so we don't need to know about that. He wanted to get Peter because you destroyed his business and he needed inside secrets on how to destroy you. He figured he could get Peter to spill all of your secrets but the kid wouldn't talk. So he used all means necessary and still feels like he didn't do anything wrong," Steve said shaking his head with sorrow.

"So you got all the information you need right?" I asked.

"Yup, but be careful in there he is still dangerous," Steve said while walking towards the elevator.

I nodded and walked into the room where the doctor was being held. I saw him huddled up in a corner looking a lot weaker without his giant metal arms.

"Hello Tony. Do you like what I did to the kid? I wanted to do what I did to his arm to every bone in his body, but you interrupted.... of course," he said smiling at me.

"You'll regret you ever did that to him," I said anger boiling inside of me.

"What? What did I do that was so bad? What did I do to....Peter?"

Suddenly something inside of me snapped at hearing him say Peter's name. I ran forwards to where he was and started to beat the living shit out of him. After minutes of relentless punching I finally backed off panting and glaring at him.

"Aw Mr. Stark, do you have a soft spot for Peter? Would you be upset if I did that again? I thought he was only an intern?" He said laughing as my face went blank.

"Yes it would you pice of shit, and he is my son not my intern!" I yelled at the lunatic sitting in front of me.

"I know he isn't your son. Even if he was I would still do that to him again-"

I quickly pulled out a gun from my inside coat pocket and pointed it at the man's head. He laughed but I still held it.

"You dare to threaten my kid while you are a weak slug?" I muttered with pure venom in my voice.

"Yes I—"

*BANG*

I watched as the man slouched forwards and stopped moving. Blood poured out of his head and I stared at his lifeless body. I didn't regret a thing.

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Steve POV

I heard a bang from down the hallway and ran as quickly as I could to the door Tony went through.

I swear if that Octopus laid a hand on Tony....

As I walked through the door and surveyed he damage I quickly deciphered what happened. I looked up at Tony with horror before dragging him out of the room and into the hallway. He still seemed slightly dazed so I waited until we got to the kitchen to make him talk about why he did that.

"Tony what the hell were you thinking, oh wait you weren't!" I said as soon as he took a seat at a bar stool.

He looked up at me with venom in his gaze. I have never seen him seem so deadly with just one look from his eyes until today.

"Wha...what happened," I asked hesitant to receive an answer.

"Steve you are going to think I am the person who did something wrong no matter what," he said seeming suddenly tired.

"Well yeah! You shot an unarmed man, he did nothing to deserve that."

That seemed to snap something in Tony.

"Nothing wrong? Nothing wrong!? He captured Peter and tortured just because he wanted to ruin me! He had no regret and no mercy towards Peter. He even told me himself that he was willing to do it to Peter again! I can't let that monster hurt my son again! If I have to become a killer to protect that kid I will! I would throw my life in immediate danger to protect him and you know why? Because I was the one who brought him into the Avengers, I made him more of a target to super villains. If he were to die or get hurt that is on me. Something as innocent as him deserves nothing more than praise and love. And you wanna know something amazing about Peter? It is that through all of the bad he has been through and even though most of those bad things happened because of me, he still trusts and loves me. So yes that doctor did deserve to die and I have no regret in killing him, at all. So don't try to make me feel guilty or make me seem like the bad guy," Tony yelled.

The realization of what he was saying hit me like a truck and I instantly regretted yelling at him.

"Tony I'm sorry... I didn't...."

"It is fine," he said seeming to have cooled off.

"Sir it seems that Dr. Banner is requesting your assistance," Friday said suddenly making me jump out of my skin.

Tony laughed at me and then headed down to the surgery room, me following quickly behind. When we got there we saw Peter lying on the bed and doctors still working on his arm. Bruce then walked into the room looking worried.

"What's up green bean?" Tony asked trying not to sound worried, but clearly he was.

"The kid isn't healing fast Tony. I think it is from lack of nutrients," he muttered.

"Okay what is bad about that?" Tony asked trying to understand what Bruce was saying.

"Meaning that all of his small wounds are healing but his arm and torso are still open and healing at a normal rate. I was wondering if it is okay to put staple in him," Bruce asked.

"No," Tony said his face flashing with horror.

"Why not?" I asked trying to get involved.

"Staples make scars," Tony said looking at Bruce like he was stupid.

"But the stitches won't be enough to hold him together. Please Tony just let me staple his torso in the very least."

"How many?"

"At least fifty," Bruce said looking towards Peter.

Tony muttered something and ran his hand through his hair.

"Fine, but only his torso and if you leave him badly scarred I swear to god banner," Tony growled.

Bruce nodded curtly and left the room going back into the surgery. We watched as they stapled his torso together and then as they stitched and screwed around with his arm. His arm looked horrible and I felt awful for the kid, no one should have to endure that. Soon the surgery was over and Peter was moved to recovery. Me, Tony, and Bruce went into the recovery room to wait for Peter to wake up.

"He will feel lightheaded and he should do a limited amount of moving. His arm is completely shattered so we put it in a cast. Even with spidey healing I would imagine a couple weeks at least," Bruce said before sitting on a stool.

"I hate to say this Tony, but I'm glad you killed that bastard," I muttered.

"Language!"

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