SpiderMan Avengers One shots Dad!Tony

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The world blurs in front of him and white powder falls from his mouth. His mind is foggy and his limbs feel heavy. Blurry bodies move in front of him and he feels a small clench on his wrists and ankles. He feels his skin is exposed to the damp air around him and then covered back up. 

The last thing Peter remembers was standing in an ally way in jeans and a sweater, the smell of rotting food and old trash burning his nose. The cement below him was wet from the rain that had only stopped moments prior. 

The squeal of tires approached him and before he could react, the powder was shoved into his mouth giving him the weird sensation that is only beginning to wear off. 

As he tried to focus on his surroundings, he knew that the feeling of moment was not his imagination. He saw the seats and two people dressed in black. Peter tried to move, tried to save himself but it was only then that he noticed the cuffs restraining him and the chain holding him to the wall of the van. 

The vehicle jolted sending him forward. As he flew to the other side of the van he pulled with all of his might, ripping the chain from the wall. He then pulled his cuffs off and jumped to the front of the van. 

"How did he do that?" The driver exclaimed in shock. While peter punched the guy who just spoke in the face causing the van to veer to the side, the man in the passenger seat pulled something from his and shoved it in the teen's face. 

Peter's arm fell limp and he heard muffled screens before more powder was thrown at him and his vision blurred before leaving completely. 

...

First, he heard the voices, next, he hear the whirring of electricity and machines. 

"He must have some enhancements," A smooth yet venomous voice said. Another responded, but that person must have been farther away because Peter couldn't make out what he was saying. 

Next, Peter slowly blinked open his eyes grunting at the sudden brightness despite the room being dark to a normal person. At the small noise emitted from the boy's lips, everyone in the room stopped talking and smirked at Peter. 

"The kids awake," One man said, a woman dressed in a tight black uniform and her hair slicked back walked forwards, squatting before Peter's body hunched on the ground. She took his chin in her hands sending a shiver down the kid's spine. Her long nails dug into his cheek, just bearly breaking the skin. 

She watched as the blood slowly trickled down her fingernails and smirked as she watched the wound close it's self up, "Well boys, we were right. Enhanced," She hisses harshly removing her hand from Peter's face and walking back over to the men standing against the wall in the small room. 

"So tell us Peter, who are you?" She said, tilting her head to the side bringing her red painted lips into a terrifying smirk. 

"Peter, like you said," He responds trying to keep the fear and panic out of his voice. 

"I'm more interested in your last name. We both know it's not parker," She hisses again making sweat beads fall down Peter's forehead. 

"I don't know what you are talking about," Peter says through gritted teeth, fear coursing through his body. 

"I didn't want to have to do this," She says with a smile, a smile that makes Peter's blood boil. Her blood-red lips make it far worse.  

One of the boys hands her a long knife making Peter's eyes go wide and breathing stop. He pushes himself back against the wall in shock. The woman puts the knife in the holster of her pants and grabs the chain hanging from Peter's arms. With one hand she connects it to a high point on the wall making Peter's feet barely graze the cement floor.