TW: Graphic depictions of violence, dehuminization, threats of rape
Yes, I know that yesterday I said today's prompt would be Christmas at SI, but that would have been... a lot of fluff, and I am in a really angsty mood right now. Plus, I've got a ton of ideas flowing for this one, and had no ideas whatsoever for the other one, so... here we are.
Peter awakened slowly. It was rather like... being really deep underwater, and slowly floating to the surface. Except he didn't feel like he was drowning. It was rather peaceful, really.
Until he broke the surface, and wave upon wave of pain crashed over him. He couldn't stop the pitiful whimper that escaped him.
He only noticed the voices around him when they went silent.
Slowly, Peter opened his eyes, and realized Tony knelt beside him.
"Hey, kiddo," he murmured. "You with us?"
"Y-yeah," Peter's voice cracked as he spoke. "Where are-who-what-?"
"We... we don't know where we are. Or what's happening. Or who's responsible," Tony said, looking guilty.
"Who's here?" Peter asked, not having the energy to raise his head and look around.
Tony glanced at someone outside of Peter's line of sight. "Me and Rhodey," he said.
Peter attempted to sit up, groaning as the room began spinning around him.
"Easy, there," Tony said gently placing a hand on Peter's shoulder. "You're... pretty banged up."
"Why?" Peter asked urgently. "What happened?"
"We don't know," Rhodey said, joining Peter and Tony on the floor. "You were brought in after us. We couldn't see who brought you in, they were all wearing masks, but... you were already unconscious. They just sort of... flung you in here and left. Tony looked like he was going to have a heart attack."
Before anything else could be said, the door opened, and a strange looking man wearing a lab coat entered the room, followed by two men wearing masks. Lab-coat-guy nodded at mask-guys, who immediately marched over, shoved Tony and Rhodey aside, and yanked Peter roughly to his feet.
Tony and Rhodey immediately began yelling, surging towards Lab-coat-guy, but they stopped abruptly when a loud click echoed throughout the room.
Lab-coat-guy was holding a gun, and he almost casually pointed it directly at Peter.
"Take another step, and the kid dies," he said calmly. It sounded like he could be commenting on the weather. "You will do exactly as I say, or I will not hesitate to shoot it."
Beneath a haze of pain and dizziness, Peter registered some offence. It? He thought indignantly.
"Why don't you leave him out of it?" Tony snapped. "What's he got to do with anything?"
"He's got everything to do with it," Lab-coat-guy said. "He means something to you."
Tony and Rhodey fell deadly silent, glaring at lab-coat-guy.
"You see," he said, still in that calm, conversational tone. "When you were all busy blowing things up in New York, my wife and children were on their way home from a weekend getaway. As they were driving, a shot from one of Iron Man's repulsors hit the car. It exploded. They all died. I lost everything. I swore revenge. I did some research, some experimenting. I discovered a way to kidnap you all, to bring you here, and bring you unimaginable pain. But then I found out about this one," he jerked his head at Peter. "I discovered he's become a kind of... mascot, for the Avengers. I discovered that you all care very deeply about him. One of you, perhaps more than the others. And it just so happens that that one of you is directly responsible for the death of my family."
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Peter Parker/ Avengers Oneshots
FanfictionA collection of oneshots that I wrote, mostly Peter Parker-centric. Lots of Irondad and Spiderson. Angst, fluff, hurt, comfort, you name it. Kidnapping, identity reveal, injury, adoption, anything. Taking requests.