Peter Parker and The avengers one shots and songfics!

Brainwashed

OK so I know I've already done one of these but I really love them :)

Scene of fight POV (?)

"Well done Pete, you've been getting a lot better at hand to hand combat" said Tony as they walked away from their first battle of the new year.
"Thanks Mr Stark, Nats been helping me in the lower floors training room!" Peter replied, smiling from ear to ear at the praise he was given.
"Oh, I see. She gets to be Nat, and I'm still stuck with Mr Stark!" Tony joked, laughing at Peters horrified face.
"Oh, um sorry Mr Sta- I mean, sorry Mr Tony, I mean, sorry Tony" Peter stammered. Suddenly, Tony posture completely changed. He stood up straighter, and his suit stopped.
"You will be sorry Parker" He growled, his voice sounding deep and gravely. Peter looked up at his mentor in surprise.
"Huh? Mr Stark are you alri-" Peter was cut off as Tony punched him, the metal on his suit burning him. Peter flew back into a wall, and fell. He stayed there for a moment.
"Karen, what's happening?" Peter said, his voice shaking.
"It's seems that I cannot access Friday to ask what is wrong, as my scanners and communication devices are not working after the hit you just took." Karen said, her voice sounding as worried as a robot could sound. Before Peter could answer, he felt someone grab him by the neck and pin him up against the wall. His neck began to burn, and Peter clawed at the hand around his neck and tried to get it to let go. He looked up and saw the iron man mask staring back at him. All of a sudden, he was away from the wall, but he was still in the air. Then, he was thrown down onto the floor. He stood up and threw a punch at Tonys head, forgetting that it was still boiling hot, and cried out as his knuckle got burnt. Tony punched Peter in the face and grabbed his arm. He twisted it slowly, and Peter barely managed to hold back his scream as he felt the bone break. Using his only good arm, Peter stuck a web to Tonys foot and pulled, dragging Tony onto the floor. He webbed Tonys arms to his sides and began to run. He got to a small alleyway, and picked up his phone. He dialled Steves number and waited for him to pick up.
"Hiya Peter! How are you?" Steves voice rang out through the speaker. "Who is it?" came a rough voice from the background. "It's Peter!" Steve shouted back to the person, who happened to be Bucky.
"listen Steve, I don't know why, but Tony just started attacking me, and I'm hurt, and I can't fight back because his suit has heated up to much" Peter said quickly, as he looked around the corner and saw Tony running over.
"Peter, we are on our way! Just try to keep fighting him!" Bucky shouted down Steves phone. Peter heard their van starting up, but it would take them at least ten minutes to get there.
Peter was interrupted by Tony grabbing his broken arm and pulling. Peter cried out in pain and fell to the floor. He quickly stood up and began to run.
"This cant be happening. This can't be happening. This can't be happening" Peter repeated over and over to himself as he ran.
"Peter whats happening?" Steve shouted down the phone. Peter was about to answer, but he made the mistake of slowing down and turning around . He heard Tony repulsors charging, and tried to dodge it, but he was too slow,, and was hit in his ribcage. Peter fell down, and stayed down. The phone fell out of his hand, and Steve began to shout after hearing Peter.
"Peter? PETER? PETER ARE YOU OK?"
Tony walked over and stood on the phone, crushing it in seconds.

Steve's POV

"Peter what's happening?" I shouted to him as Bucky weaved in and out of traffic. There's was no reply for a second, and all I could hear was heavy footsteps and panting. Then suddenly there was a whirring, and the sound of a shot being fired. Peter cried out, and I panicked. I heard the phone fall onto the floor.
"Peter? PETER? PETER ARE YOU OK?" I shouted, and Bucky sped up. Then, the line cut off, leaving us no way of checking if Peter was OK. "Bucky, I can't contact him. He was shot by something! What if he's not OK?!" I shouted, panicking.
"It's alright Steve. The kids strong, he can handle it" Bucky said, but more to comfort himself. We were 5 minutes away. Five minutes until Peter would be safe.

Battle POV

Tony grabbed Peter and pulled him up, but he was using his broken arm, and Peter tried to get him to let go, but he didn't. He held Peter tight, and punched him in the ribs over and over again. The suit wasn't hot anymore, which was a relief, but Peter was still in pain. Tony pulled off Peters mask, and punched him. Then, he grabbed Peters broken arm and lifted him up but not letting him touch the floor. Tony lifted him higher and higher, until they were about 30 story's high. Then he let go, and Peter fell. He cried out, but realised no one would save him, so he tried to get his web shooters to work, but they were crushed. Peter fell to the ground with a heart breaking crack. Tony turned away, thinking he had won, but not before Peter shot a taser Web at him, causing his suit to malfunction, and Tony went down. Then, Peter laid his head on the floor, and he didn't get back up.

Steve's POV

We finally pulled up to the field that Tony and Peter were walking across before everything happened, and I saw Bucky run over to something lying in the floor. I stood there, confused until u heard Bucky shout, "Shit, STEVE GET OVER HERE, PETERS HURT BAD!" I ran over, and saw Peter lying on the floor, his mask off, and his eyes closed. He had a black eye, a broken jaw, a cut on the t op of his forehead, and another on his cheek. And those were only the injuries on his face, so God knows what the rest of him looked like. "Steve, you look around for Tony, and I'll get Peter." Bucky said as he lifted Peter carefully, trying not to move his back around too much. I ran over to where Tony lay, and lifted him up. He wasn't hurt anywhere near as bad as Peter, but his suit was still broken. I got him in the back of the van, and we drove off. I called Bruce to tell him to get the Medbay ready, as we had a bad injury on the way. Bucky told the others to come into the lounge so we could tell them what happened.