Peter Parker- Whumptober 2019

"No, Stop!"

T.W- Torture 

(Tony's P.O.V)

He knew he had messed up. As he was trapped there, watching his child being tortured in front of his own eyes. He should of stopped the men, he should have seen it coming; maybe then his kid wouldn't be dying in front of his eyes. 

-

It had all happend within seconds. Me and my son Peter where walking home when Peter abruptly stopped, before any of us could react something hit us over the head and we were out cold. 

-

Waking up, pain shooting through my skull i look around the room. I try to move but take note of the heavy chains holding me to the chain.

What catches my eyes most is the glass in front of me, looking in with squinted eyes i see Peter, sitting there with heavy vibranium cuffs wrapped around his ankles and wrists.

He looks to be out cold still and there appears to be weapons laying near him. 

I panic as i my eyes settle on the blood coming from his head and the cuts littering his body. Taking a closer look at the weapons i see blood staining the steel.

My blood runs cold at the view, then the door on my side opens. 

A man in his mid thirties walks in, an evil look gracing his face and settling within the roots of his eyes.

"What are you doing to him" i say, voice strained.

"Oh, my dear Stark. I am only doing what you did to my child" he seethes out coldly looking away from me and to Peter.

I stare at him confused, i didn't hurt his kid, i would never hurt a child.

"You seem confused Stark. Let me remind you" he says, turning to me and carrying on "The fight in New York. My kid was there, similar age to your child. You where fighting right next to him, concrete fell, you where okay. My kid was crushed, tortured for hours on end. Do you know he was trapped down there for 7 hours, in pain, bleeding; dying. Soon he died from his injuries, but he suffered, so much and he was alone. It was all your fault. So now it's your turn to feel the death of your child. Who will suffer and be all alone. While you watch" he ends with tears in his eyes, he looks one last time to Peter then back to me before leaving. 

I think over everything that he said, i never remember seeing a kid, never heard a sound, I thought everyone was clear.

Now my kid has to pay for it. 

I look up and see Peter stirring and a man walk in picking up the knife, Peter cries out and i can't help the strangled shout "No, Stop!" as the knife is plunged into his shoulder. 

(Peter's P.O.V)

Everything hurt.

Everything.

I don't know where i am, where dad is. What happened.

I crack my eyes open and see some tinted glass in front of me, i can tell someone is there as i can here their frantic heart beat and unsteady breathing.

The door opens and a man walks in, i shrink back in the chair i am trapped to and pull at them. 

I start crying as he gets closer, i know i should be brave i am Spiderman. But at that very moment all i want is my dad.

Picking up the knife, not uttering a word he stalks closer and closer until he is standing in front of me.

He pulls the knife upward and slams it down into my shoulder, i cry out in pain and with my senses i pick up someone shouting "No, Stop!".

I am plunged into darkness as exhaustion and pain seeps through my veins.

-

I don't know how long i have been here.

All i know is pain, and that voice.

The voice that will always talk to me, dad.

I know he is there, behind that glass, he is safe thank God. 

I can feel myself starting to grow weaker, but his voice keeps me here; keeps me alive.

I can feel the restraints weaking but i can also feel myself doing the same.

I know what i have to do, something risky and dangerous, that i have been trying to avoid, but if i want to break out i have too.

It only holds a tiny amount of vibranium so i should be able to break it.

So i shut my eyes and let myself fall into a deep sleep, praying to God that i will wake up and get us out. 

-

It worked.

I woke up and i feel myself replenished.

I look to the glass and nod, pulling on my restraints i feel my bones snap along with the metal, I groan as i stand shakily, barely able to walk i stumble to the door and yank it open and fall through the door.

Some men are there and go to attack me, digging deep i punch each one with as much force as possible, rendering them unconscious.

I see a door and drag my body to it, pulling it open i see my dad there, wide eyed and a frantic look in his eyes.

I pull his restraints off and fall to the floor in pure exhaustion and pain, my broken wrist and ankle are burning with the pressure put on them. 

My dad jumps up off the chair and races over to me, "Kiddo. I am so so sorry" he speeds out pulling me into him.

I only manage a whimper as i lean my head into the crook of his neck.

"I'm so proud Petey. So proud", he whispers. I hug him lightly and feel sleep take over again, him hugging me back tightly. 

-

-

-

A/N- The end is so strange but i'm so tired so i don't really know whats going on 

-M xx