Peter Parker and Tony Stark Whump Shots

Experimentation

When he woke up he felt completely dazed, his head spun and his stomach growled. His ankles and wrists were pinned down to a metal table. The restraints were good quality, Peter probably wouldn't be able to break them. The next thing he noticed was that his suit, and his mask, were still on. That was a good sign. The room is large, with a high ceiling. It was almost bare except for the equipment in the corner. It looked like hospital tools, an IV, medicines and stuff like that. It made Peter's stomach churn. He breathed in slowly, keeping his cool. His first plan of escape was to trick whoever done this to let him out of the restraints, and then he could make a run for it. The next would be for Stark to come and save him, but Peter felt like that had been happening a lot lately, so that was plan B. Even though, in Peter's mind, that was the option that was probably more likely, and secretly the one he wanted most.
"Hello?!" His voice croaked out into the dark space. Then the door opened, they had obviously been waiting for him to wake up. The light turned on and three people, all with masks covering their faces entered the room.
"Hey, Spiderman. Glad you're awake, you've been out for a while," As the person in front, who Peter knew was a woman, spoke, the other two placed another strap around his torso. He squirmed but there wasn't much he could do, his breathing was irregular now as the fear increased inside him.
"This isn't personal, honey. Just know that. We only have a few more things to complete before we can send you back to your precious Ironman. We've taken care of most of it while you were asleep." She gestured to a bag next to the IV, she must've taken his blood while he was out. Peter struggles again, glaring at the woman above his head.
"I don't want to give you a paralytic, but I will. So don't test me." She tapped on his shoulder as she walked over to the other side of the room, beside the tools.
"Why?" Peter started, straining his neck to see what she was doing, "Why are you doing this?"
"Like I said sweetie, it's not personal. It's just that, well, you're a mutant. And I believe that we can recreate this for different people. People who could really help our little company out." She said, turning towards him with a scalpel in her hand.
"I... I don't understand." Peter replied, his voice small now.
"We are going to create a new generation of mutants, better than you. We can learn from your flaws, and then they can do my bidding for me. They may even out-power your heroes, they could take over the world. Like Mr. Barnes, you know The Winter Soldier, right? He was a perfect candidate but, there was only one of him. Now we'll have an army."
"You're crazy!" Peter yelled, startling the woman, "You're not gonna get away with this."
"Honey, I already have. Look at you, this is all I needed and you gave it to me." Her fingers slid down Peter's arm before stopping below his elbow.
"Is the stopwatch ready?" She turned to look at the others, while simultaneously lifting up Peter's sleeve.
"Ready." A man said from the corner.
"Okay, on my nod." She placed the scalpel at his arm and dragged it down, then she nodded at the men. The cut was pretty deep, and tears welled up in Peter's eyes. But he wouldn't let them see that.
"Stop." She said at the men, leaving Peter really confused now.
"54 seconds."
"Wow, that's incredible. Better than I had imagined." The lady smiled down at Peter.
"What?" He snarled back.
"Your arm only took 54 seconds to begin to heal itself. Two more tests now before you're home, honey." The lady said, staring into his eyes.
"Stop calling me that." Peter spat at her.
"Sweetie, I can call you whatever I want, it's not like you can stop me." She stroked his cut, fresh blood on her fingers.
Peter winced before struggling against the restraints again.
"Ah ah, nearly done now." The lady clicked over to the equipment again. "Now, I need something from you, need you to open wide." She pulled his mask up just over his nose. She held a spoon above him, but Peter kept his mouth shut. He wouldn't go down without a fight.
"This is for your own good, it's just a small bowl of food, that's all we need from you. Just eat up." She tried to shove it into his mouth, but he gritted his teeth and turned his head away. She glared at him, annoyance in her eyes. Peter's attention turned to the men at the back who were wheeling in a big tube-like machine.
Then the lady almost chuckled, "You won't like this part then." Peter barely understood what she said before a needle was pressed into his neck. The fluid stung but it also made him feel weak.
"I'm sorry, honey. I gave you an easy way and you didn't take it, this is going to be uncomfortable for you but it'll be over soon." She grabbed the IV drip and placed it into the crease in his already painful arm. The stuff in the bag began to insert itself into Peter's body, she was right, this was uncomfortable. He could feel it moving around inside of his veins. He didn't even realise when he choked out a dry sob.
"I know, I know, honey. We just need to check how fast your metabolism works." Peter couldn't move anymore, the needle must have done that. After the bag was empty, they wheeled the table inside the tube thing, Peter wasn't sure how long they kept him in there. The machine was then removed and the table was wheeled back into the middle of the room.
"You did good, sweetheart. Only one more test now." Peter hated how she spoke to him like she cared, he hated her. She was setting up something in the corner of the room, and she took out a notepad.
"I said stop calling me that shit." He snarled angrily through gritted teeth.
And then there was a noise, a never ending noise, coming from the speaker she had set up. Then it started to get higher-pitch, and it kept going. It kept going and going until it physically hurt him.
"Please...please make it stop!" Peter yelled, scrunching his eyes shut, his head turning from side to side. But the noise kept going, until Peter was openly crying, it hurt so much.
"Stop it!" He couldn't take this for much longer. Just when Peter thought his brain was going to explode, the noise was cut off.
He opened his eyes to see the woman, who was now holding a new needle. "You're all done. Good work, honey. Time for you to go home." She said as she stuck the needle into his neck again.
"Screw you." He snarled, trying to stay awake. Peter's head felt fuzzy and his eyes closed. He woke up what must have been around an hour later, to find himself in a van. He wasn't on the table anymore, but his hands and ankles were still restrained tightly. A chain securing his hands above his head to the top of the van. The woman in the mask was watching him.
"Thought you'd be out for a little longer." She smiled at him, "But I should've expected this."
"Wh... where am I?" Peter was tired and his voice was strained.
"Told you, we're gonna take you back to Stark now, he can deal with you." The lady said, "We're nearly there."
Peter didn't know what to say, he hurt all over, his head, his arms, he felt sick. He just wanted Mr. Stark. The van pulled over a little while later, the men unchained him from the top of the van. But Peter still couldn't move his hands or his ankles. One of the guys in the masks lifted him up, while another opened the van doors. Peter's eyes hurt from the light but he didn't have a lot of time to adjust. The man practically threw him on the doorstep of Stark Tower. The automatic doors opened as the men jumped back inside the van and sped off. Friday alerted Tony and he nearly flew down the stairs he ran so fast. Peter tried to sit up, but Tony's hand was on his back quicker than he could even open his eyes again.
"Hey, Mr. Stark. What's up?" He tried to keep calm but tears filled his eyes.
"Kid, Jesus, what the hell? What?" Tony held him up and lifted him inside the building. He undid the restraints as soon as the kid was lying on the sofa. He lifted up the kid's mask to see his messy hair and tear-stained face.
"Pete, kid. Tell me what happened." Tony said, holding his hand in his own.
"They... these people were experimenting on me to make new mutants."
"Oh my god... did they hurt you?" Tony asked sympathetically.
"I... I'm okay, just a little bit." The kid said, rubbing his wrists. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Stark. I couldn't stop them. They got what they needed from me."
"It's alright, don't worry. I'm just glad you're okay." He gave Peter a hug, his voice soft. "You're gonna have to tell me everything. Take your time, it's just me." Tony says, smiling sadly at the kid. So that's what Peter does, tells him every single thing that happened. He tells him about the stupid nicknames the woman called him and the things they put him through. Everything he knew. By the time he was done, he was close to crying. But Tony didn't mind, just kept his hand on the kid's.
Tony rubbed his head with his other hand, trying not to get angry for Peter's sake. How could they do that to a kid?
"Okay, it's okay. I'm here now. We're gonna get you checked out first." Tony says, "I'm glad you're back kiddo. I missed you."
"Missed you too, Mr. Stark." Peter moves closer to him, and smiles because he's safe. Finally safe in Tony's arms.