Alone

We All Fall Down

Natasha's job is to rescue Peter. That's hers. And Clint's is to rescue Tony. Simple enough. The rest of the avengers are to fight their way through.

But when they arrive at the big, old, townhouse, it's quiet and they're almost worried that it's not the right location.

Until a loud scream echoes through the air.

"Peter," Steve breathes, racing towards the house in almost desperation.

Nat finds Peter and almost wants to collapse. He's strapped to a chair, bolts of electricity flooding through his screaming and shuddering body.

Nat's quick to shut off the torture device and Peter's sobbing miserably into his own shoulder.

"Please don't hurt me. Please. Please just leave me alone. I-I can't- I cant do this again. I cant. Please," he whimpers, struggling away from Natasha.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay, Kid. It's me, Nat? Auntie Nat? You're going to be okay," she says, suddenly terrified. Does he not remember?

"I want Mister Stark! Please! P-Please. Please just let me go. I can't. I can't do this. Please. Please just- let me go," he sobs.

The woman with the bright red hair is making his heart race. Who is she? Is she one of the avengers to save them or is she another person that wants to hurt him?

She fumbles with his shackles, but gets them undone making his breathing falter.

All he wants is to find Mister Stark. Find Stark and hug him.

The tears are never ending and he's choking on the sobs. The world spins as he drags himself to wobbly legs, feeling blood staining his pants and he can't even remember why. He stumbles his way to the door and he can feel the redhead's eyes on his back, but his Spidey Senses aren't freaking out yet.

A soft hand touches his back and he flinches away, hitting his head on the doorframe.

"Don't hurt me please. Please. Just let me go. Please. I can't- I can't- I cant," He mumbles desperately. It's the redhead.

"No. Peter, little spider, I'm here to help, not to hurt. I swear," she says, eyes big and confused.

The boy continues to pull away from the woman he can't remember.

"Please. I just want Mister Stark," he sobs, hiding his head in his arms for a few moments.

The hand leaves his back and the woman takes a couple steps away from him allowing him to continue his way, stumbling, tripping, and sobbing.

And finally there he is.

Tony is racing outside the door to his own room, eyes big and scared and worried until they land upon his kid.

His kid who's running at him the best he can all the while shaking and crying out his name.

And they both get the one thing they'd been wishing for since the got into this place over one million six hundred thousand seconds ago.

Peter's arms wrap tightly around Tony's neck as he sobs into his shoulder, unable to believe that he's alive and he gets to hug his hero.

Tony holds onto his kids back, the other hand running through his curls, as they both collapse to the floor. Tony can't help the tears that have started falling down his cheeks because his kid is okay. His kid is okay. His kid is okay. Alive. Right here. In his arms.

The sounds of fighting around them cease, but they don't care. They only care about the other person hanging onto them like a lifeline.

"Let's go," a man says from behind him.