Light At the End of the Tunnel

day xi

"So good, so tight. I'm going to enjoy fucking you every day," Matthews whispered in his hear, while Peter cried. The boy stared at the mirror, his eyes on Wanda, who's hair was being pulled by Thomson. "Just watch how much she loves it. Just like you. You like having me inside you. You'll never get rid of me."

Peter's shot opened, He sat up, wincing at how sore his body felt. He looked around, seeing Steve asleep on one of the beds, Tony was asleep in another one and Wanda was sleeping next to him. He felt a pressure in his bladder. Moving Wanda's arms that were around his waist, he stumbled to the restroom.

Peter washed his hands and saw his reflection for the first time since going to that mission. His hair was limp on his head, his face pale. He could see the dark circles around his eyes, and the bruise on his cheek. His lips were dry, with a cut in the middle of the second one. Peter closed his eyes, knowing his body was healing as quickly as it could.

He looked at the shower in there. He pulled his clothing off and then walked into the shower. He grabbed the bar of soap in there, staring at it. He could feel his tears mix with the water. He covered his face as he started to cry, clenching the bar of soap in his hands.

"Peter!" he heard Wanda shout in fear. He rushed out and got dressed up as fast as he could. "Peter!" The boy left the bathroom, and saw Wanda looking for him. The girl had tears streaming down her face. Her face relaxed when she saw Peter. "Peter."

"He's safe, you're safe," Tony whispered, his eyes going from Wanda to Peter. Steve stood up and helped Peter back to the bed. Wanda quickly latched onto Peter, her body relaxing.

"They can't hurt you," Peter whispered, "they can't hurt us."

"You're safe too Pete," Steve whispered, moving to sit down next to the bed.

"They are going to kill us," Wanda whispered, shaking her head.

"Wanda, we're safe," Tony tried, looking at the girl, "we're at the compound."

Peter just pulled Wanda closer, wanting her to be comfortable.

"No one is going to hurt us anymore," Peter promised, letting out a yawn. He snuggled onto the bed and closed his eyes "I have you."

x

Tony sat on Steve's usual chair. He was holding Peter's hand, staring at the boy. Both teens were asleep, neither of them had woken up in hours.

"Have you told his Aunt he's found?" Steve asked, sitting on Tony's bed.

Tony looked at the eldest Avenger and shook his head. "She's going to want to see him and I don't know if he can do that. What if she wanted to take him home?"

"She deserves to know Tony. He's her family. I can go with you, if you want," Steve offered, looking at him.

Tony nodded his head. He knew May deserved to know that her nephew was okay, but he was scared to let him out of his sight, in case the doctor found him again and took him. He didn't know what he would do if that happened.

"Mr. Stark?" he heard a mumble. Tony's head shot to Peter.

"How are you doing?" Tony asked, looking at Peter.

"My arm is numb," Peter replied, a small smile on his face.

Tony smiled back. "How are you really?"

"I don't know. I feel dirty. I feel so dirty," Peter told him, a dazed look on his face.

"Do you want to get cleaned?"

Peter looked at Tony with tears in his eyes. "I still feel him inside me."

Tony closed his eyes, not knowing how to help.