Peter Parker and Tony Stark Whump Shots

Sensory Deprivation

Ever since the spider bite, Peter had senses that were stronger than anyone else's. Usually it was a good thing, since Spiderman could hear and feel the presence of bad guys. But sometimes they would work a little too well, until Peter's head hurt and his vision blurred. He could hear everything, from students whispering at the back of his classes to a car three streets away. But he had gotten used to blocking those sounds out, he was able to ignore them most of the time.
However, this time was different, this time he was all alone, the silence and the darkness killing him slowly. He needed someone to help him, and quickly. He couldn't take this for much longer, he would prefer death or real torture. This was hell. Actual hell. He could hear the blood rushing through his veins in his ear, his breath as loud as anything he had ever heard. He lost track of how long he had been here embarrassingly fast. He was beginning to forget the voices of the people he loved already, he wanted to scream. He can't break the lock on the door, even though he's in the suit. The people who put him in here clearly knew who they were working with, he could tell from how Karen had been disabled.
The room is small enough, Peter had traced the walls with his hands countless times since he woke up here. He was beginning to think that maybe he was dead, he had died and gone to hell. The last thing he could remember was sitting on the rooftop in his suit, watching the people down below. And then he came to and he couldn't see anything, just darkness. He tried screaming and yelling to get anyone to come in, he just couldn't be alone anymore. By now he was sitting with his head on his knees, tears streaming constantly. He decided that maybe going to sleep would be better, he hadn't ate in God knows how long. He worried that if he closed his eyes they would never open again. But he can't take it anymore, he lies down, ignoring his headache. He hoped that Mr. Stark knew he was gone by now, he was coming for him. Peter falls asleep pretty quickly, his head resting on the concrete below himself.
He's not sure how long he's out for, but he hears a click and he jumps up instinctively. His hair's messy and his tear-stained cheeks were red. The door opens a crack, and Peter definitely didn't expect the intensity of the white light shining through. He turns, holding his hands over his eyes. He can hear a pipe from outside the door, his senses overloading once again. He can't focus on anything. He barely even notices when arms wrap around his shoulder comfortingly. And Peter melts into the touch for some reason, he couldn't sense any danger. He can't even see the person but he knows that he can trust whoever it is. The first thing that came back to him was his feeling. There were hands on his face now, beside his eyes, almost lovingly. His mask was pulled up over his head, the person next to him had taken it off him. But he wasn't scared. Next was his hearing. It sounded like the voice was coming from underwater, it was completely distorted.
"Kiddo." The word spun around his head, but the voice was familiar.
"Mr. Stark." Peter gasped, so quietly it was almost indistinguishable, but it still hurt his head.
"Yeah, it's me buddy, I'm here. Can you open your eyes?" The hands move through his hair now.
"Bright... so bright." Peter whimpers out.
"That's okay, keep them closed until we get out to the quinjet, I'm gonna carry you out, okay?" Tony says, his arms ready to scoop him up and whisk him away to somewhere safe.
Peter nods, at least he thinks he does, but it must've really happened because Tony lifts him up. Peter curls into the crease in his neck, embracing the warmth of his touch.
Peter feels something underneath him after what must have been a few minutes. He assumes he was placed on a bed of some sort. Peter tries to open his eyes, a little bit at a time. The light is unbearable to look at, but then the light turns off. And Peter's eyes open fully for the first time. He can now see the shapes inside the jet and Tony standing at his side, still holding his hand.
"Okay can you see anything now kid?" He asks.
"Yea...yeah I can see now, keep the light off please." Peter begs.
"Jesus, who did this to you?" Tony whispers.
"I... I don't know, I woke up in there. No one even came in." He can feel the tears on his cheeks again now.
"Ah kiddo. I'm so sorry." Tony sighs.
"Mr. Stark, I was so scared, I didn't know what happened. How long was I even there?" Peter cries.
"Three days kid, I was so worried about you." The hand helps him to sit up, and hugs him again.
"What if I can't see ever again?" His voice cracks.
"No don't worry, it's alright. Dr Banners gonna take a look at you, and then we'll find the people who did this to you." Tony's still holding Peter close to him. "We're gonna increase the light a little bit, okay?"
"Okay...okay, Mr. Stark." The light gradually gets brighter slowly, it stops after a few seconds. Peter blinks a few times and then sees Tony, checking his pupils to make sure they're focused. Peter stares at him, before practically throwing himself at him, and Tony let's out a breath, thankful that his kid can see.
"Can you turn it up a little brighter?" Peter asks unsurely.
Tony tells Friday to increase the lighting by ten percent, and Peter can still see. He looks around the room, and only now realises that Banner and Cap are sitting down at the other end of the jet.
"He...hey guys." Peter chokes out.
"Hey, you alright?" Steve asks sympathetically.
"I'm... I'm okay." The kid replies, his hands gripped tightly to Tony's T-shirt.
"Can I check you over now, Pete?" Banner asks, moving closer to him.
"Yeah, that's alright." But he grabs Stark's hand and holds it tight. The first thing Banner does is X-Ray Peter's body, checking for any severe injuries. There's a mark on his head, probably from being knocked out, but that was the only injury, other than a few already-healing scrapes. The next thing he does is run tests on his eyes, using a flashlight to check his pupils.
"They're fine, he just needs some time to adjust, I would say he should have supervision for the next few days at least." Banner sighs.
"Yeah that's fine, he can stay in the Tower with me for a bit." Tony says, running his fingers through the kids hair again.
"Just keep the lights down low for a while, give him time." Banner says, "I'll check in on him again in a day or so, call me if you need me."
"Thanks Doc," Tony starts, "Okay kid, you wanna stay with me for a bit."
"Yeah... yes please." Peter stands now, his legs buckling slightly, but Tony holds him up.
"Take your time kid, we've got all the time in the world." Tony says reassuringly.
But Peter walks to the other side of the room and sits down beside Steve, who puts a helpful hand on his back.
"Mr. Rogers, sir? Why did you come with them to get me?" Peter asks quietly.
"Well, I was in the area and I was free so I thought I might help out." Steve smiles at him and then chuckles quietly, "I was worried too, kid."
"Thanks." Peter grins, he can't wait to tell Ned that Captain America cares about him.
"Yeah whatever, don't think this means that I'm gonna be your new dad. I'm not Tony." Steve smirks over at Stark.
"Shut up, Cap." Tony snarls back, but there's truth in Steve's statement. Peter just smiles. But then the atmosphere goes silent for a minute.
"Why did they do that to me?" Peter says, his tone serious now. He looks up sadly at Tony.
"I'm not sure kid, there were night vision cameras watching the room you were in. It was like they wanted to monitor you, things like your heartbeat and your blood levels." Tony says, scratching his head.
"They didn't take my mask off, which is good." Peter says, almost to himself in thought.
"Yeah, that's good kiddo. I'll find them though, they won't get away with this. I swear..." Tony's walks over to Peter and sits down beside him. "I swear..."