The Road to Recovery

Gone

Warning: The next chapters will contain torture. At this point I am unsure of how graphic it will be. Please use caution when reading and skip whatever you need❤️

Where was he? Tony was confused when Peter didn't hurry out of the school like normal. He was terrified when he learned someone had come and signed Peter out early. He was curious when he saw the security footage of the man, who looked identical to him, helping Peter fumble out the doors. By the time he arrived back to the tower, the realness of the situation set in devastatingly hard.

He hurried his lab, and immediately slid behind his desk, searching for any possible leads. He had to find his kid.

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Peter briefly woke up. He was in a metal cage, and by the strength of it, the metal was most likely vibranium. He glanced around, it seemed like a narrow storage facility. That is, until there was a violent jolt, and Peter began to panic. It was evident to him that he was on a plane, likely flying to another country. Peter desperately tried to control his breathing, not wanting to have a panic or anxiety attack. Ever since his parents died on a plane he's a pretty terrible fear of them. It had been a miracle that he had managed the trip to Germany. Of course, that was Mr. Stark's luxury jet.

But now, he was in the cargo hold of what was probably a pretty crappy plane, kidnapped by his enemy, and flying to a foreign country, with not much hope of rescue. That's when he blacked out again.

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Peter's eyes fluttered open when he felt a tightness around his wrists. He lifted his head upwards to see his arms tied from a rope on the ceiling. He was stretched just far enough that it was uncomfortable, not unbearable. His needs rubbed against the hard concrete floor.

Peter didn't have to wait long before his captor came in. "Beck." He growled.

"Ah, come on, Peter. What's that time of voice about?" Quentin countered, smirking.

"Haven't you hurt me enough with all the nightmares and newfound fears?"

"Hmm, I was unaware of that. Just another perk I guess. But to answer your question. No. I haven't hurt you enough, you ruined me, and I plan to take my revenge." He continued, grabbing Peter's neck and pressing just hard enough to make it a struggle to breath. "You see, I want to break you, shatter you, until you, Peter, are mere remnants of who you were. And then I want to watch as you stupidly try to piece yourself back together, only to find it is a hopeless cause." Beck finished, releasing the pressure on Peter's throat who immediately gasped in breaths. Quentin nodded to a camera in the corner of the room and left, immediately followed by another strange man.

Peter briefly looked at the man before his gaze switched to what was in his hand. He sucked in a sharp breath, horrified. There was absolutely no doubt in his mind what the object was.

A whip.

The man sauntered behind him and attacked his back mercilessly. The sharp pain was agonizing. He could feel every time the braided leather pierced his skin, leaving deep slits in its wake. Peter's eyes streamed tears as he screamed in pain. He shouted until his voice was raw and he could merely whimper.

By the time the man finished, Peter was near unconsciousness. His limp body was dragged to what he assumed would be his cell, as his legs uselessly tried to walk along. He was roughly thrown into a room, landing on his back, causing him to gasp in pain, quickly rolling onto his stomach where he found only a little respite. He was vaguely aware of a door slamming shut.

His eyes moved around the cell as he lay limply on the floor. The room was pitch black, the darkness suffocating. The walls, floor, everything, was rough concrete and stone. The air was damp and heavy, making it harder to breathe in Peter's bruised and battered form. His head dropped gently down onto the ground, and his eyes slipped shut.

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Authors note:
Yeah, I guess I'm evil. And maybe a little heartless. But I'm here to tell you....It's only going to get worse! Hang in there y'all. Thanks for reading.
Lots of love,
Siri