Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

Take Me Home Where I Can Sing and Drown pt 4

Part 4 of my oneshot series Take Me Home Where I Can Sing and Drown.
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Peter tried to fight the darkness that threatened to consume him, because he’s afraid of what lingers behind the shadows. He can’t bear the nightmares anymore, he can’t do this! He wheezed, an inhuman sound that he can only assume to be a panicked cough slipped through his cracked lips as he tried to fight against the restraints, knowing full well it’s a losing battle, but couldn’t help the attempt to free himself. 

He harshly smacked himself against the metal, accidentally giving himself a concussion, which sent him into the darkness that he had been avoiding. 

It’s the same dream that he had yesterday, and all the days before yesterday.

Peter’s snuggled against his Dad who softly strokes his head, running his fingers through his extremely stubborn curls as the two curl right into each other like pieces of a puzzle. Tony presses a kiss onto Peter’s forehead and whispers gently, “Goodnight sweetheart.”

Peter wears a weary smile as he closes his eyes into what he expects to be a normal fit of sleep, either dreamless, or a dream that’ll leave him with theories he’d find on Buzzfeed. To his surprise, his dream is a consistency of white that leaves him paralyzed in fear. He opens his mouth to make a sound, yet no sound escapes his lips. 

His eyes are still closed for some reason, and can’t open them willingly. But when he does, he's strapped to a table and heavily donned in restraints and a multitude of metal blades embedded in him. 

He looks up confused, even more so when Beck wears a twisted smirk and fiddled with the sharpest knife Peter has ever seen in his entire life. And that's saying something from someone who has seen the entire weaponry of Natasha Romanoff. 

Beck merely chuckles at Peter's confusion and distress, speaking, "You're so naive Peter. You think people care about you?" A moment of silence lingers when it is broken with a snort escaping his thin, crimson lips, "You're so unbelievably wrong, Stark. It's pathetic." 

Peter's eyes widen in horror as he realizes what Beck intends to do before it's too late. Beck lifts the blade a mere inch above his fast-beating heart and with a swift motion, sends the blade cascading into his heart, all the way through him to the point where he could feel the blade poking out the back of his shirt. 

Peter lets out a cry as he feels his heart tear apart as he cries out for his Dad to save him, but is left with darkness. 

When Peter does wake up, he's greeted by muffled light and a thin cloth covering his eyes and tied behind the back of his head. He tries to lift his head up, but the rough force of a hand that he assumes to be Beck pushes him back down speaking in a voice that sounded far too innocent to match his cruel intentions, “Lay down Peter, you wouldn’t want to make this more difficult than this already has to be.”

Peter freezes as his blood runs cold, what the hell is that supposed to mean? He feels Beck’s hands roam all over him, and clip weird objects to his skin and Peter feels dirty once Beck finally removes his hands off of him. Peter speaks softly, “Beck, you don’t have to do this, please, I’m sure there’s something else I could do.”

Beck chuckles causing Peter to cringe, “Hush little Peter, this won’t hurt a bit.” That’s clearly a lie because all Beck has done to him was hurt him. So it’s only half a surprise when Peter hears a cranking sound and feels something sharp sting his body and travel through his entire body, setting it on fire as his chest heaves forward, and his breathing stops for a moment. 

His chest sinks back down as he heavily pants. It takes him a few moments to process just what had happened to him. He had gotten electrocuted. It takes him a few moments for him to process that he had just gotten electrocuted when his breathing rate increases, and his spine twitches as his lungs won’t cooperate with him, and he can practically feel his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, god, he’s utterly terrified.