Some Nights ( Tony Stark x adoption fanfiction)

Walk by faith and not by sight

Tony's P.O.V.
I landed next to Steve, and he murmured that it would be okay, but twenty minutes is a long time to do anything to anyone. Nat ran up the stairs going inside, followed by Thor, then us. We made sure not damage anything as other people also live here, this was Peters home too and Mays. We walked up to the door, each one of us looking at each other's face. Nat knocked on the door, and another man opened it, Steve socked him in the piehole looking pleased. Though Mishal told me not to tell anyone what was going on, I had said to the avengers what was going on, and they had seen through my glasses what happened that night, I felt guilty for betraying her trust, but they wanted to save her. I'm glad we're doing it so soon. We heard grunting at the end of the hallway, and Thor growled, he ran and pushed the door open. Mishal was being held up by her neck and two other men fucking her. On the side, her father was counting money while grinning; at first, we weren't sure if it was her, you could barely recognise the poor girl. Mishal's face swelled as the short man continued to punch her face, and blood continued to drip down her body. It was hard to see what exactly was wrong; they only put up mood lights so I couldn't see to the full extent how bad she looked.

"Alright, all men move to the other side of the room," Steve said dangerously. They obliged and let her go, Michelle crumpled into a heap on the floor, and Nat and Thor ran to her assessing the damage. I walked over to her father, punching him square on the jaw.

"What kind of man does this to his child!?" I pointed in his face.
"Look at her!" I yelled, but he ignored me and shrugged. I'm so furious he is the epitome of evil.
"Look at her and tell me you don't regret it!? LOOK AT HER STATE!"

 I trembled from emotion and Steve came over to calm me while Thor rotated around the men. This shit just started laughing.

" What am I supposed to say? She was a mistake! I don't know which woman put her on my doorstep; her mother must've been a whore I fucked, so shouldn't she take a similar root? So maybe you should thank me for taking her into my home? I don't see anything wrong with using my property as I please" He cackled, and Steve kicked him unconscious. I had already alerted the police and told them I was taking the victim to a medic team. I had also left a video of evidence from the moment we walked in the door till now hopefully that would put him behind bars for good. Steve and Thor were tying up the men, and I went over to Nat, crouching down I looked over the body of this poor girl, tears running down her eyes as she squeezed both our hands softly before passing out. I quickly picked her up, shooting the wall, and exiting. 

"Bruce I'm on my way; hopefully, you have a team on standby," I said trying not to look down at her.
"Friday, push me along faster!" Not wanting her to die in my hands.
"Yes, sir, boosters on maximum".
I shot towards the tower seeing Bruce with a stretcher; I landed next to him, placing Michelle on the bed. He looked at her eyes widening and tinged green. Bruce then moved her quickly towards the med room, shouting instructions.

The kids were watching 101 Dalmatians with Peter to keep them distracted, and the rest of the team went to the training room to let anger out, I paced around my lab picking up bolts and throwing them across the room. What could I have done to avoid it becoming this bad? Or is this not the worst part? I am worried for a person I barely even know, and if she died, do I adopt her kids? Many thoughts buzzed around in my head, neither one positive. While in my dreams, someone had entered the lab and was waiting for me by my desk.
"Mr Stark, the kids want to go get ice cream around the corner, is that okay? They're already waiting in the lobby downstairs" Peter asked.

"Yeah, its fine kid might as well take their mind off all this". I sad facing peter, he looked so sunken, and I walked over to hug him, we were like this for a while until my phone started ringing. I smiled at Peter and waved him on, and he quickly left telling the others where he's going.

"Hello, this is Tony Stark" signalling Friday to put it on speaker.

"Hello, this is Lutenient Andy from the Police station downtown, Mr Stark, I have bad news to deliver". He said, sounding regretful.

"Go on," I said wearily.

"When we arrived at the apartment the father Patrick Simmions was nowhere in the vicinity, the other men have been caught and are now getting transferred," he said with uncertainty.

"What? Oh my god! The kids!" I ran after Peter telling Friday to get more details from the police. When I got into the elevator, I crashed into someone.

"Mr Stark! I don't know where the kids are; they weren't down in the lobby when I went to get them!" Peter said, shaking, I wrapped one of my arms around him.

"Friday, inform everyone of what happen and get them to suit up and look around the city. Send out both peters suit and mine. Show me anything that picked up Sky and Freya before they disappeared". I was horrified at the length of what this man could do to minors and children.

"Sir, Patrick Simmions came into the building and escorted them out, there was no abnormality therefore not questioned at the entrance, front desk or by security". I couldn't express my anger; all those people will be fired once I get back. The suits came flying to us, wrapping and adjusting around our bodies. Peter gave me a little salute before swinging off the balcony looking for them; I could feel his nervousness from here. The kid had become super close to the kids these last few days, and if something happened, I think we'd all be devastated.
I flew out behind him, scanning the area as fast as I could.
"Sir, a camera around the corner of the building, has picked up a 2005 Honda Civic with them inside, the number plate is rrq457," Friday told me.
"Alright everyone, the car we are looking for is a 2005 Honda Civic, number plate rrq457, seems like they were in-camera around the tower they might not have gone far," I said while scanning every Honda that came into view. Despite the chaos we were experiencing, people were going about their day,  and some families having a day out, I guess losing people around you the world would never really stop moving. That's probably why when grieving everything else seems useless. 
"Guys I've found them" Nat exclaimed shaking me out of thought.

"They're by the docks, be fast he has them hostage". I changed direction and sped towards the shipping docks. He was there, pointing guns to their heads, Freya whimpered seeing Nat and me getting closer, Patrick looked down and backhanded her, she sprawled to the ground sobbing, and Sky tried to help her up, but Patrick put a bullet through his head. We took a step back shaking in anger, Freya let out a blood-curdling scream, shaking Sky telling him to wake up, he kicked her away, but she crawled back hugging Sky.

"Let her go"! Peter seethed, Patrick just cocked his head shooting Freya a couple of times. Peter fell on his knees letting out a sob whispering "it's my fault, it's my fault" repeatedly. Bucky walked towards Peter moving him over to the side. Patrick just started laughing side to side.

"Patrick Simmions you are from this moment sentenced to hell." I blasted him with full force, and the police ran over to him pronouncing him dead. We felt so useless, heroes. Were supposed to save the lives of people not be the liability to get them killed.  Some heroes we were. 

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unfortunately, the last paragraph of this chapter got deleted somehow and I've re-written it, so I'm sorry if it's bad.