Revenge...

The Walkie Talkie

Peter's POV-
I woke up as quickly as I did the first time it had happened. I blinked a few times as my eyes adjusted to the harsh light. I groaned and went to rub my eyes. That's when I realised that my arms were strapped down, along with my legs and chest. There was a smaller strap around my neck. Panic started to set in, I began to thrash about.
"Hey! Let me go! Let go of me!" I yelled, continuing to struggle.
Loki appeared quickly and stood above my head.
"Very sorry about the inconvenience, young Stark, but this is entirely necessary. I told you... maybe I can't force you to eat, but there is another way of inserting food into your body." He hissed, in a worryingly calm voice.
"Wh...what does that mean? Let me out of these things, please!" I could feel myself getting even more worried, I tried not to let it show. He magicked up a machine, it looked like the ones used in hospitals. He walked over to the TV and plugged it in, he then wheeled it over beside me.
"This," he held a small bag in his hand, "is a drip, you get the vitamins you need to stay alive, whether you want to or not."
He dragged his nail across the crease in my elbow, a shiver was sent up my spine.
He grabbed a pin-like needle and pricked it into my already shaking arm.
"Wait! Wait! Please..." I begged. "I'll eat, I'll eat!"
"Too late." He smiled. I thrashed about even more. He pulled the strap around my arm tighter and brought his hand up to my face. My spidey-senses still didn't warn me. My face was burning up and tears ran down my cheeks.
"Sto...Stop! Please!" I begged.
"Stop crying. It's for the best. If not, I won't hesitate to hit you again." Loki said coldly. I looked away and watched as the brownish liquid left the bag and made its way into my body. I could feel every little movement the liquid made, it burned my veins.
"You can't do this! Lo... Loki please... Please stop..." I begged, voice completely lost from all hope I ever had. Loki pulled the strap around my neck so tight that I could barely even breath. I wheezed. There was a bang from outside, I heard the door open.
"IN HE...!" Loki shoved his hand over my mouth roughly. I struggled to get away.
I watched, shockingly silent, as a man in what looked like army gear walked nearer to my cell. He had the SHIELD sign on his camouflage jacket.
The man glanced down at the way I was pinned to the bed.
"Sir, as an agent of SHIELD, I demand you to step away from the child." He aimed his gun at Loki.
"Oh you see... there's been a mix up." Loki disappeared. I gasped as soon as he let go of me.
"HELP ME PLEASE! I'M PETER! TELL MY DAD! I WANT MY DAD! PLEASE! PLEASE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"Banner. I've found him, he's showing signs of distress and he's trapped in some ce..." A knife went right through his stomach, cutting his sentence short.
"NO! DR BANNER HELP!" I jerked my head forward, watching as Loki made his way back into the cell. He had stepped on the walkie talkie thing the man had in his pocket.
"No, no...no...no... please no..." I turned away. "I want my dad... I want Dr Banner and I want Auntie Nat... I want my dad..." I sobbed.
Loki sighed loudly and stood above my head. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him. He slapped me, hard. I was really worried that about my spidey senses now, they should be working.
"Do you know, Peter... I've tried to be as kind as possible to you, you made me do this. This is your fault." He smirked. "Pulling that stupid stunt, almost getting me caught. That's not fair. Keep your mouth shut, or I will do it for you." He warned, he slapped me again, even harder than last time. And again, and again.
"Stop hitting me!" I yelled, but it came out more as a cry. So I just kept crying, what else could I do? I feel things more than other people do, so being hit repeatedly over and over is so painful. My face was throbbing in pain. "Pl...please...it hurts... you're hurting me... please..." I begged.
"It's called a punishment, maybe your dad never gave you one before. You see, when you do things that are bad, you get what you deserve." Loki smirked.
"I don't deserve this... dad said I don't...He said so himself...he would never hit me..." I sniffed.
"Are you sure? Did he tell you that he would protect you, save you from me? The world is unfair, people lie, including the asshole you call dad." He snarled.
"No...no no...Screw you...! That's my dad! Don't talk about him...like... like that! He doesn't lie!" I yelled, shaking the straps on the bed.
He whacked his hand off of the metal, creating a huge bang which made me jump. He leant down close to my face.
"Your dad? How anyone could call someone like him a father makes me sick. You see, you don't get a choice. So do yourself a favour and stay quiet." He warned, lifting his hand up again. I flinched but a hit never landed.
"Be quiet, learn." He demanded.
"Okay..." I gave in.
"Next time, you will stay quiet. Trust me." He grinned and pulled out the same thing he had used to gag me before.
"No... don't... Loki please..." He walked around me, as if to tease me for no good reason. "Please...Don't do this...I'm begging you...I can't keep... keep being..."
"What's wrong child? Are you scared? You used to be Spiderman! Isn't that right? So weak now, so... innocent." He was right, maybe I was weak now, it definitely felt like it. It felt like I was bruising so easily, like he could poke me and I would be left with a mark. He stopped above my head, the dead body outside of the cell caught my eye.
"Okay, I... have some business to do. Keep the agents out of my way. So, I'll be back later..." He stared into my eyes. "Can I trust you to keep quiet while I'm gone?"
I nodded quickly, ignoring the burning of my face that I still felt.
"I'm not going to anyways, but I'll be back in less than two hours. Get some sleep, you're going to need it." He wrapped the cloth around mouth and tied it to the bed. As suddenly as he could appear, he was gone. It suddenly dawned on me that I was all alone, in a room with a dead body right outside, helpless and to make matters worse, I couldn't even scream for help...

Stark's POV-
I don't know exactly what happened, but I know that Banner claims to have good news. I sat, alongside Steve, waiting to hear. Banner came running through the corridors over to us.
"What news? Have you found Peter?" I asked quickly.
"Not exactly. But I have an idea, one of the men found him, alive! Okay then a bad thing happened though..." Banner suddenly looked shaken up.
"Peter's alive! Jesus! My son, my child is alive!" I let out a sigh of relief, that's all I needed to keep myself going. "Bad news now..."
"The soldier who went there was killed by Loki, he said Peter was in distress, and he was trapped. This is the best news of the day though, the walkie that he had with him, is still turned on, I can still change the static to make out what's being said. It's been recording for the last hour and a half. I can put it on now, only with Stark's permission." Bruce said.
"Put it on." I replied coldly.