True Love

I. Will. Survive.

So the next three chapters are actually one chapter but I decided to divide them up since it was really long. There's not really heavy triggers in the chapter. No beating up and no detailed descriptions of wounds.

We will now advance to some chapters that are a bit more crazy. Ready, set, and begin. (Please someone understand this reference.)

Peter's POV

I vaguely remember being taken, but I'm not entirely sure if it was a dream or reality. Looking at my bruised ribs and ripped skin, however, I'm assuming my memories don't lie. Being dragged a mile and a half wasn't my first choice, but it's better than other things.

Cold. It was the first thing that hit me. Before the deafening silence, before I strained my eyes trying to see the floor, I shivered. Somewhere, deep in the earth, where no one could find me, my teeth trembled endlessly, and my arms wrapped around my body in order to find warmth. The tips of my fingers became numb quickly, and even though I couldn't see my face, I figured my lips were an icy blue. My throat was dry, but I tried to ignore my thirst as I waited.

They would come. There was a reason they took me, whoever 'they' referred to. What did they want? Money? Power? How did they find me? Did they actually know who I was? Probably, but I dared to hope not. I refused to cry, to show that I was weak. Even if they didn't hear me, they would see my face and the drops of sadness frozen on my cheeks. 

No. They wouldn't know the longing for home in my heart, or that I would do anything to see those that I loved again. The same ones that forgave me, again and again, and treated me like family even though I wasn't. I had needed someone that would hold me, and they were there. So even though our DNA didn't match, we were family. We would always be there for each other. I knew this.

And because I knew this, I also knew that they would come for me. They had to.

The game was survival, and I was determined to win.

Tony's POV

This wasn't happening. 

It couldn't be happening.

Everything was fine before, but now everything had fallen apart.

Peter was gone. Gone. He didn't answer his calls, he wasn't in his room, his suit had been destroyed, and there was no footage of him. At all. In any galaxy that was even slightly on the radar. He had just disappeared from existence.

Ever since I had received the not so friendly note, I had been on edge. Every noise made me stop, every room, door, and window was monitored. Instead of five security guards I had fifteen. I was prepared to be kidnapped, to be tortured, to go through everything I went through in Iraq.

But I wasn't prepared for this.

Peter had never been kidnapped before, he didn't know what to do, I had never told him what to do, what to say, and yet he was the one taken. Not me. Not the person who should have been taken, the person who deserved to be taken.

Peter was like an innocent, lost, cute little puppy in the hands of brutal murderers. I would do anything to get him back, even if it meant giving up everything I had. 

For the next several hours, we scoured every hydra base even remotely close. We looked everywhere, in space, in every city, in every country, kingdom, dictatorship, everywhere.

Five hours, and yet it felt like forever. What if he was already dead? What if he was hurting and needed someone to comfort him? What if?...

Peter's POV

Footsteps.

Finally, something other than the cold silence I had been wrapped up in for so long. I had become partly numb to the eerie cold and suspense, and time became nonexistent. For all I knew, it had only been 10 minutes since I had first been thrown in. I doubted it had been more than two days, as I would have felt the imprint of hunger strongly by then. Instead, I felt nothing. I wasn't sure what was worse: hunger that stabbed my stomach every time I breathed, or the feeling of emptiness and helplessness. 

The door creaked open.

Whoever it was grabbed me harshly, and I quickly stood to my feet and followed them silently, our footsteps the only sounds in the dark corridor. 

Finally, we entered a larger room, my eyes struggling to see with hardly any light.

"Nice to finally meet you, Spider-Man."

What can I say? I'm clumsy. In fact, I'm surprised my identity is as hidden as it is. "I'm not sure if I can say the same, Mr.?"

"Your Majesty."

"Oh, well, your majesty, I'm not sure if I'm just as pleased to meet your acquaintance. However, I assume I have no choice but to play along."

"A smart boy, you are, a pity you won't be here long. I'll miss having you, I really will."

His words weren't as encouraging as I'd hope, but I didn't let my increasing fear show. "You know what it sounds like? It sounds like you're having me for dinner. You know I've watched a few horror movies, (if you include those terrifying little kid movies,) and that's exactly what the bad guy says before he devours his victims."

"Funny you mention horror movies. See, in every one I've watched, the bad guys always win. And the good guys get tortured and die."

"Good thing we're not in a horror movie." I could feel him smirking at me, as though he knew something I didn't. In fact, I was pretty sure he knew quite a few things I didn't know. For instance, what time it was or where this hideout was. I doubted I'd be able to figure it out, but if I played my cards good enough, maybe I'd get a hint. "I'm not one to complain, but how do you stay down here so long without freezing? It's pretty cold down here, even for people who aren't human." I was making a guess on this one. Since the note was written in a different type of blood, I figured he wouldn't be human. Plus, weird dungeons with dark hallways and reinforced cage walls always house aliens/mutants/or whatever else that isn't classified as human.

"Evidently, the best places for secret hideouts also tend to be the coldest. Just another fact of life, I suppose. But back to business."

Were we underground? In a cave? Antarctica?!

"Your friends have been desperately trying to find you. It's quite entertaining to watch them try so hard and fail utterly. However, as I have planned an even better entertainment, I was forced to give them assistance. They should be here any minute now, and I figured you might want to see them."

"Basically, I'm a part of your entertainment as well as my friends so I better stay here and not put up a big fuss about it. Otherwise you'd have to use force to keep me here, so if I want to stay healthy and well I should be obedient."

"Precisely."

"Your majesty, the visitors have arrived."

"Perfect. Let them come inside."

"Of course, sir."

Peter stood up straighter, prepared himself for the worst possible scenario, and waited eagerly for the doors to open.