Irondad Oneshots

Remember me (Part 1)

Peter had been awake for some time, the only sounds being his heavy breathing. Darkness surrounded him, so dense that he couldn't see anything. He twisted around, trying to catch a glimpse of something, anything. His head jerked back around when he heard the groan. It sounded a lot like...

"Mr Stark?"

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Tony's eyes fluttered open, and blinked at the darkness.

Then he heard a quiet, scared voice. "Mr Stark?"

His eyes shot up at the sound. "Peter? Are you okay?"

Peter exhaled heavily. "Yeah, I'm- yeah. I'm okay."

He could hear Tony's breathing, but nothing else.

"Mr Stark? Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm okay, kid."

A small light flickered to life, bathing the room in a cold glow.

Peter inhaled sharply.

"You're hurt."

Tony's face was pale, blood streaking the side. His eyes were sad, holding little reassurance. "It's okay, kid." He said quietly. "I'm okay."

"I dont know about that."

The speaker moved forward, out of the shadows, pressing a syringe against Tony's neck.

"Let him go!" Peter spat, hands pulling at his restraints.

"I don't think I will. After all, what is the fun of torturing his child if he isn't there to witness it?"

Peter took a deep breath. "I'm not his kid. I'm just an intern."

The laugh echoes around the room, bouncing off the walls.

"Not his kid, hmm? We'll see about that."

He crossed the room, his steps silent, until he was standing over the teenager, leering at him.

"Ah, how the tables have turned, eh Stark?" He caressed the side of Peter's face as the boy shuddered, leaning away.

"You took everything from me. Now I will take everything from you."

He stabbed the needle into the side of Peter's neck, and instantly he was engulfed in pain.

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Peter's screams rang through the room, each one more agonized than the last.

Tony struggled desperately, wanting nothing more than to stop Peter's pain.

"Stop!" He yelled. "He's just a kid!"

The man bared his teeth in a grin.

"He isn't your child. Why do you care?"

"No. He isn't my child. But I care about him as if he was. Let him go."

"If he isn't your child, why do you care?"

Tony took a deep breath, trying not to show his terror. "Let him go or I swear I will kill you."

Peter's screaming abruptly stopped, and he slumped down, sobs shaking his frail body.

"I think that's enough for the moment."

The man left, the door slamming shut behind him.

"Pete, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

After several seconds, Peter's sobs grew fainter.

"Peter? Can you hear me? Please answer me kid."