Peter Parker one-shots

Don't hurt my Peter

A/N: IW and Endgame never happened.

Peter slowly awoke to find himself hanging upside-down from a ceiling in a dark room with chains tightly bound across his slim frame. Where was he? Why was he here? Was this another kidnapping? Ugh. He really didn't have time for this.

He tugged on the restraints to see if he could snap them off, but to no avail. Peter found himself groaning at the sudden pain flaring through his side. Peering down, (or was it up?) he saw dark red stains pooling out of a large wound and on to his white shirt.

Seriously? Peter thought to himself, I just washed that thing this morning! Stupid kidnappers always making my life miserable. That stupid headache wasn't helping either.

Suddenly, the lights flicked on, much too bright for Peter's liking, resulting in him wrenching his eyes shut to block out the annoying glow. "Ah, look at this! He's finally awake!" A low, yet scarily cheerful voice called out from somewhere in the room. Peter had learnt if the villain was happy to see him, that was a very bad thing. Peter opened his eyes and scanned the room for the voice, finding a man in his mid-thirties with dark brown hair and grey eyes walking towards him and standing directly under where the Spider was being held captive. "We can finally start the show," The man grinned widely, showing yellow, crooked teeth.

"Show?" Peter questioned with a sceptical raise of his eyebrows.

"Yes, pretty boy! Say hi to your schoolmates, cuz you're on camera!" The man Peter decided to call frypan, due to his flat face, grinned even wider, gesturing to a projector where Peter saw his entire school in the hall staring at him with looks of pure fear.

"By the way, if you want me to tell you Peter's location, you'll have to watch the video till the end," Frypan said to the people in the school hall. "Anyways, say 'hi', Peter!"

Peter didn't say anything, which seemed to anger Frypan. Before he knew what was happening, an electric current shot through his body, making his muscles spaz. Distant shouts of fear and protest were heard in the background.

"Say it!" Frypan screamed.

"Rude much, mate?" Peter panted, still getting over the shock (ha-ha, no regrets) of what had just happened.

"Hey, guys, howsit going?" Peter complied to the deranged man's order, trying to stay calm as to not worry his fellow teens.

"Excellent. Now, it's time for the interrogation!" Peter groaned, that probably meant torture.

"Listen, Frypan, I really don't have time for this. I have school, you know," Peter quipped.

"No can do Petey-pie," Frypan said through gritted teeth, trying not to let the sass get to him.

"If Mr Stark fires me for not showing up to work, I'll blame you."

"You do that."

"I will," Peter said in a smug tone, seeing that he was getting on the dude's nerves.

"Shut it," the man said, pointing to a remote that most likely sent the shock waves through Peter's body.

"Alright, first question. How do you like your cell?"

"Oh yeah, man. Top-notch, Five stars. Perfectamundo. Who doesn't love to be kidnapped and tortured these days? And that broken pipe over there; love it, really adds that doomy you're-so-fucked-up-you're-definitely-gonna-die vibe, ya know?" With a jolt, Peter realised the chain was moving down until he was level with the man's face. "Aww, I had such a good view from up- OW! Come on, man. Really?" Peter deadpanned as he was slapped hard across the face.