M-Mr. Stark? Help m-me!

5. The chair upgraded

Tony:

I stared at the rest of the Avengers who sat there puzzled. "Okay..." I began not really knowing where to start. "Everyone here knows Spider-man, right?" The Avengers still didn't know who he was. (I might create another story about this lil' part right here.) They all nodded their heads in agreement still confused. "Well..." I said rubbing the back of my neck. "His name is Peter Parker. H-He just got..." I didn't want to say it. I didn't want it to be true. Steve spoke up. "What happened to Peter, Tony" I could hear the annoyance in his voice. I was going to start an argument but Peter is more important right now. "Kidnapped." I muttered. "Speak up, Tony!" Steve was getting really annoyed. We had a dumb fight yesterday. I guess it was still with him. "Kidnapped!" I yelled. I didn't want to hear those words come out of my mouth. "How? He's Spider-man!" This time it was Clint. "He's only fifteen." I grumbled knowing they would yell at me. Surprisingly they didn't. They're probably in shock. They just learned Spider-man was a kid. Who could do more than most of them combined. I began to pace back and forth. My mind had just trailed off to the words Peter told me. "Before he was taken he called me." My eyebrows knitted together. "He said I was on the roof right beside him when I was actually upgrading my suit in the lab." They all looked at me like I was going crazy. It hit me. "Maybe Loki knows! He knows how to do stuff like that!" I said joyfully. I may have gotten a lead to where my son went.

Peter: 

"Mr. Beck"

He nodded his head as he smirked. "I should've probably changed my name when I signed up" He sighed. "Oh well" He said looking back over at me. "I can still have my fun." He smiled. Evilly. I had a gut feeling this wasn't going to go very well for me. "We'll have a lot more fun when we land." Then he started to evaporate into the same green mist he arrived with.

Why didn't I Listen to Tony? I looked up at the ceiling. Closed my eyes. Please find me. Mr. Stark. Please. I felt a warm tear slide down my cheek as I fell back asleep knowing I'd probably need it.

Tony:

Loki arrived I was eager to ask many questions. "Hello mortals." He said landing with a thud. He let his black hair flow in the wind as he began to walk forward. "Loki! Thank god you're here. I have so many questions!" I exclaimed. "Go on." Loki said pushing me on. "How do you mimic/copy/disguise yourself as one another." Impatient to get answers. "Easy. Bots, magic, transformation, shape-shifting..." He went on and on but the ones that caught me were 'Bots and magic.'" I ran to the elevator heading to my lab. I was going to find out who took my kid.

Peter: 

I squinted my eyes open to bright lights. I looked at my right arm held down by a cuff with wires connecting it to a wall. The same thing to be said about my left arm. My waist was also strapped down with a metal cuff. "I still had the collar on though. My ankles were sore too. Being chained to a chair was not that fun. I wanted to go back to bed but, I heard the ding of an elevator in the distance. Telling the people inside they were on their designated floor. I heard the footsteps coming down the hall with my enhanced hearing. I was terrified.

I looked up to see that beck guy and two others. "Hey, Spider-man" He snickered. "Not so strong now are we?" He asked pouting a lip before laughing again. "Unlock me and let's see who has the last laugh." I sneered. I yelped.  A fist came into contact with my stomach locking my air away from my lungs. My head was down until I caught up to my breath. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did you not like that? Too bad." His eyes went dull. "Our plane landed as you can tell. Let me say this place has a lot of electricity." He said smilingly nodding his head with amusement. "Let see what this chair can do!" He said eagerly. He pulled out a different remote then last time. It had a lot more dials and buttons on it than the last one. "Which one do you want?" He asked me, peering up at me. "None." I said flatly. "None rhymes with done. Done has the same beginning letter as dial. Ah I see! You want to use the dial." He said bitterly. He turned the dial. Nothing happened. He smacked the tool. "Why is this thing not working!?" He shouted at one of the two people that walked into the room with him. "There is a flip sir." One of them said with a stone face. What's wrong with them? "Oh!" He immediately flipped it. My body was tensed, shriveled, and shaking with intensity. I screamed. He flicked the switch off. Leaving me panting for air. "Can't have you doing that." He shoved a gag towel making me want to throw up. He flipped the switch back on. "I'll be back later. Don't move!" He said with a cackle. My body began shaking uncontrollably. I wanted to scream but began to choke on the cloth. I felt the tear leave my eyes as I sat in the chair helpless. Shaking vigorously.