Irondad and Spiderson One Shots

Rescued

Warnings: talk about violence, kidnapping
Words: 1619

Peters POV

I don't know how long I've been here. I don't even know where here is. All I know is that only bad things happen here. Pain and suffering.

Everything hurts. My wrists and ankles are scared from being handcuffed. There are cuts all over me that are probably infected by now.

Every time I wake up, I expect fear. But today, I didn't know what to expect. Instead of hearing that scary deep voice, taunting me, I heard sirens.

Mysterious people with flashlights ran into the room. I looked up, but immediately looked away due to the light. One of them talked to their walkie talkie. More people ran into the room, but there was one person that stood out to me.

Tony Stark.

I couldn't focus on anything they kept asking me questions and wanting me to answer, but I remember Tony rushing over and stopping them. By the time he came by, my handcuff were off, but I couldn't find the strength to leave the chair.

"Everyone leave!" I heard him shout.

The room was empty and quiet, once again. I could feel warm breaths on my chest.

"Peter? Pete, it's me, buddy. I need you to look at me. It's Tony, it's Iron Man. Pete, c'mon." I tried to respond, but nothing came out of my throat. Just an uneven, hoarse breath of air.

Arms wrapped around me, but after that everything immediately went dark.

I woke in an ambulance. I could feel the small pothole we went over, and when we turned. I didn't open my eyes yet, though. Once I did, a warm hand touched my arm, sending a tingly feeling throughout me. Like this is the first time I've been touched in my life.

"Peter? You awake, bud?" It was Tony again. I mumble random words and I hear him sigh.

"W-what's going on?" I say in a whisper.

"You're being saved, Pete. You're rescued." I can't tell if this a dream or not. When the bad men first took me, I'd dream about being saved. But everything seems to real to be a dream.

I decide to fall back asleep. Being in the ambulance just gives me a feeling I don't like. Too many people dying. Too many people getting hurt. Because of these ambulances, there's no one left for me.

My parents, got in a plane crash and the ambulances couldn't reach and save them.
My uncle, died too fast before he could have a chance to be saved.
My aunt, got in an accident while being driven to the hospital in an ambulance.
My best friend Ned, got shot at school and the ambulances were too late.

I was given to Tony, he hasn't been hurt yet, but that's because he doesn't use ambulances. He has a suit, and his own hospital. (Cause hes that rich)

When I wake up, everything is bright. I groan, and someone rushes to my side.

"Good morning, how are you feeling?" It's Tony again. I'm glad he stayed by my side this entire time. The time I was away, he probably didn't sleep. Kept on looking for me. I wonder who found me, him or the police. Probably him.

"Tired." I whisper, then cough. Its sends pain throughout my lungs. I clutch my chest, only to find a giant blue cast attached to my arm.

I finally open my eyes all the way, and see how damaged I am. My left foot has a regular cast on, while the other was wrapped, probably after a surgery. My right hand had the cast on, and my left was the only one that wasn't injured. There was probably thousands of stitches on my skin, maybe inside my body. I could feel each bandage and I could remember which cuts they covered.