Irondad and Spiderson One Shots

Control (p1)

Warnings blood, torture (not too extreme
Words 1095

Also hi I kinda disappeared for a bit, needed to recollected myself I guess. I'm back better than eva! Lol anyway here's this and I have plenty of more stories and ideas!! 

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"Spider-Man, or should I say Peter Parker, you're mine now. My little minion. You'll do as I say, take my commands, listen to me. You'll be my little pet, and you won't be able to say no." Quinten Beck said as he walked around Peter Parker tied to a chair. He was out cold, but still conscious. Quinten was able to put him under some spell and as well as a cocktail of drugs after some few upgrades to  a simple handgun from an innocent scientist.

"The whole point is, you aren't going to be Spider-Man anymore. Now, I haven't thought of your new name yet, but, trust me it'll be good. No more Tony Stark. No more Steve Rogers. No more Aunt May." He emphasized the spaces between each word.

"Sir? We're running late for the meeting. We need to go." One of Becks assistants interrupted.

"Thank you, clear everything out." The assistant started to untie Peter from the chair he was in, then pushed him out and onto the ground. "I'm going to have to leave you, but I'll always be in your head." He turned the tracker back on in his suit and walked away into the darkness, knowing his plan was perfect. Everything was planned out perfectly. No mistakes, no numbers he miscalculated, nothing he forgot.

-

Tony Stark was a busy man, everyone knew that. Press conference then, meeting there, aliens to fight that day. Somethings always going on. There's always a few days he'll have off, which are always planned. If they're not, somethings wrong.

Well today, Peter was supposed to come over after a quick patrol and they would have the day together. It was 3PM, and Peter was supposed to swing on by around 11AM. He wasn't answering his calls and the tracker was turned off in his suit. FRIDAY couldn't find him either.

"You haven't seen Peter, have you?" He asked the one and only Steve Rogers.

"No? I thought he was swinging by." He replied while reading whatever book he decided to pick up today.

"Yeah, he was supposed to be here. He's not responding and his tracker is offline. Something feels weird."

Steve sighed and closed the book, "should we go out and look for him?" He knew this was the question Tony wanted, knowing how close their relationship is.

"Yeah, can you go grab Nat, she had a weird way of finding people." Steve nodded and started to get up. Just as they were about to separate paths, FRIDAY's alarm started going off.

"Sir, Peter Parker's suit tracker was just turned on. He's in an abandoned building 2 miles west down 17th street. His vitals are low and need attention." Adrenaline rushed through both Tony and Steve as they both sprinted to the room that holds all their suits and weapons.

"No Cap, stay. I'll be faster than your bike. I need you here to get the med-bay and everyone ready." Steve quickly nodded and ran to go get Bruce Banner and Helen Cho.

Tony's heart raced as his suit flew across the city, dodging buildings, sending gusts of wind down by the people. He had set the suit on autopilot halfway through, making the trip easier for him. FRIDAY would've been able to get to Peter quicker than Tony.

"Tony, you gotta calm down." a familiar voice spoke through the inside of his helmet. It was Natasha, his closest friend.

"Listen to me, your vitals are all over the place over here and I know you're stressed, but you gotta calm down. Stressing yourself out more isn't going to help Peter." I guess she took his slowing heart rate as his response.

Soon enough he landed at the abandoned building. Turning on x-ray, he found one heat signature. A young teen laying on the ground.  No one else. Either this could be a trap or whoever took Peter beat him and left him. He had to be smart about this. Instead, he took his blaster to full power and wrecked the wall that once stood in front of him.

Walking inside the empty hallways was eerie. He couldn't quite tell was building this used to be. The long hallways didn't help with finding Peter, so x-ray was turned back on. The same red blob was there and Tony decided to just fly his way to him. Each turn was tight and short, almost causing a crash each time. As he approached where Peter was, Tony slowed down, not wanting to scared Peter.

-

It was an empty room. The ceiling as high as a school gymnasium. Except empty and dark and sad. Peter was laying in the middle, not unconscious but not conscious. He remembered everything Beck had said to him, but could feel the heavy influence of whatever drugs they pumped into his system. The side of his face ached. There was a cut, but he could tell it was something more than a cut, they messed around with head.

There was dried blood almost everywhere. Cuts and bruises covered his thin, yet muscular body. He had never been beat so bad.

His body felt heavy. He couldn't stand up. All he wanted to do was stand up and swing himself home. He new Tony was on his way to save him. I mean he had just heard a wall get blasted down. But that wasn't what he wanted. Of course he wants to be at home, safe and not here. He wanted to get himself home, on his own and not from the help of Iron Man. Wanted to prove himself strong enough, but sometimes there's times where you're unable to that. This was a time like that.

"Peter?" Tony called out. The suit flew over, startling Peter. He had no energy to say anything to Tony. He just groaned in pain. Everything hurt as Tony lifted him up and flew out of the building. Although in metal arms, he felt safe, at comfort, and warm.

The flight home he was able to relax, knowing he was headed to the tower. About halfway through, an unknown amount of worry began to course his way through his body as he started to hear beeping inside of his own head. Was it a bomb? A tracker?

"I told you, I'll always be in your head." Becks voice rung through Peter fragile, growing brain.