Peter Parker- Whumptober 2019

Kidnapped

T.W- Torture 

(Tony's P.O.V)

Two weeks.

Two weeks they have had my spider kid. 

HYDRA took him. 

Took Peter. 

And i will do everything to get him back.

(Peter's P.O.V- 2 weeks earlier)

Walking back home from school i can feel my sense tingle lightly in the back of my head.

I look around my surroundings but see nothing, i frown but keep walking not thinking to much of it.

The tingling grows and grows in my head, fear soon joining the mix.

Looking around again i still see nothing, this puts me on edge as i pull out my phone and hit 'dad', it starts to ring and i hold it to my ear, anxiously waiting for the familiar voice. 

Just as the line connects i feel a pin prick of pain in my neck.

Pulling my hand swiftly up i feel some kind of dart in there, i quickly pull it out and let it fall to the floor.

"Pete you there" i hear from the phone.

I suddenly feel a dizzy spell hit and lean against a wall, suddenly very confused.

"D-dad. I don't- I don't know", darkness seems to seep into my vision and fear seems to take over every instinct.

"Help please" I whisper as the darkness takes over, i can hear shouting from the other line but can't concentrate as i let go.

-

Everything aches, not an ache that will fade if you move around, no an ache that seems to be stuck deep within.

That's the first thing i notice, the second is the lack of movement and the coldness.

The last thing i notice is the sheer fear within me, then everything comes rushing back as my eyes shoot wide open. 

Looking around wildly i see tools, or in this case weapons strewn across the room, the room is dark and dreary, lit only by the yellow light that seems to cast fear and pain over everything in the room.

I tug hopelessly at the wide metal pieces across my wrists and ankles.

Tears start to fall quietly down my face, questions swarm my head and everything seems to blur together in the panic rushing into me. 

-

I don't know how long it's been.

All i know is, it's cold.

The metal that seems to be enveloping my body doesn't give me any heat.

No one has come in here and if anything that scares me more.

But as the door creaks slowly open, i am more scared than ever.

Please help me. 

(Tony's P.O.V- When Peter was taken)

I shout desperately into the phone as i hear some people shouting at each other from Peter's line.

I can't understand what is being said as it is a different language.

Russian.

Before i can work anything else out the line is cut off, but not without a distant but clear "Hail HYDRA" 

Panic.

That's all i feel, someone has my son.

That someone is HYDRA