Peter Parker and Tony Stark Whump Shots

Kidnapped

When Tony woke up he wasn't even scared, he'd been in this position far too often to worry. That is until he heard two words.
"Mister Stark?"
Shit. He's screwed.
"Hey kiddo, I'm here. Are you alright?" He asks reassuringly, he doesn't want Peter freaking out more than he needs to. The light in the room is dim, but from what he can see the two of them are chained up, there's collars connecting them to the wall and thick metal attached to Tony's wrists.
"I'm okay, just kinda scared. What about you?" The kid replies, trying his best at a smile.
"Don't worry about me. I'm good. It's okay to be afraid, I'm scared too. Has anyone come in yet?" Tony asks nervously, wishing he had been awake longer to comfort the kid.
"Nope. No one." As he says this he nods up towards the corner of the room, where a blinking red light on a camera shines. And almost like it was timed, the door opens. The sound of locks clicking at the other side. When the man walks in, he looks ordinary, no mask or stupid costume. Just like a man you'd see at a store or out in the town. That's what was so scary about him.
"Good morning." His voice is gruff, like he had been yelling.
"Would be if you'd let us go." Tony quips.
The man laughs dryly at him. "The great Iron Man, tied up like a dog. And, his kid, the stupid intern you care so much about, in the same position."
"Fuck you. What the hell do you want?" Tony snarls back.
"I've always been a fan of your work, and now you can make me whatever I want." The man sighs happily.
"Yeah, not a chance, buddy. I'm done building weapons. Have been for a long time."
"Think about your answer, Stark. Think very carefully."
"No. The answer is no." Tony snarls, taking a deep breath.
"Very well." The man snaps his fingers and in comes another person, this one wearing a mask. He stands next to the man and leaves awaits orders.
"Take the kid. We'll have some fun with him." He says, gesturing to the other man to grab him. The collar is unconnected from the wall and Peter's yanked to his feet. No matter how much he struggles, he can't help but be dragged out by the leash.
"Wait wait wait! What does that mean?" Tony asks, desperation already visible in his eyes.
The man turns to face Peter and grips his jaw to make him look up, the kid's never been more afraid. "Have you ever been waterboarded?"
Peter's practically hyperventilating, tears threatening to spill, but he shakes his head anyways.
"Good. First times always the best." The man smirks, finally letting go of the kid, who lets out a breath. Tony's basically snarling, his hands in fists, his face red.
"Fucking touch him and I swear I'll..." Tony's cut off when Peter falls to the floor, sobbing and curling in on himself. It's only then that he realises that the kid was punched in the stomach.
"I'm going to do a lot worse to him. Goodbye, Stark." The man smiles, dragging the child out by the chain. Peter's pulling at the collar but he can't do anything other than squirm.
"I'll do it!" Tony blurts out, he can't be the reason the kid gets hurt, he just can't.
"Thought you might." The man replies, leaving Peter lying on the floor. "We'll be in with your task in an hour. Enjoy." He walks out of the room, not even bothering to chain Peter back up, knowing it doesn't make a difference either way.
The kid crawls over to his mentor, collapsing into his arms and crying.
"Why did you do that?" He chokes out, grasping at his shirt for comfort.
"It's okay, kid. Don't worry, it's okay. We're gonna get out of here." Tony smiles at him, trying to make him feel better, but he knows the kid would feel responsible if Tony gave them the weapons they wanted. They stay right beside each other for the hour, just waiting for the next terrible thing to happen. Both of them holding each other as close as possible, both comfortable in silence. That is until the door opens.
"Time to work, Mr. Stark." The man says, leaving the room as two more men enter. One pulls Tony out, and the other pulls Peter out. And Jesus, does Tony not want to kill these guys for making his kid wear a fucking dog collar. They hold each other's hands the whole way up the long corridor, until they reach a door with lab equipment and a large table inside.
"Here's your new work space. I bet you know what I'm asking you to do." The man says to Tony.
"Jericho missile." He whispers, looking at the equipment and remembering the chaos it caused, the lives it took.
"Impressive. Try anything... I will cut pieces off your kid until there's nothing left of him. Understand?"
But Tony just glares, pure fury in his eyes, but he has to pretend to do this. He can't let anything happen to Peter.
"Take the chains off, I'll do it."
"No deal." The man smiles.
"Fine. Just do the kid's, I'll do it as fast as I can." Tony says, he can't even look Peter in the eyes, too scared he'll cry at the sight of his terrified face.
"Pleasure doing business, Stark." The man smirks, undoing Tony and Peter's wrist restraints, and then Peter's collar,which falls to the floor with a thump.
Tony lets out a relieved sigh and falls against the table as soon as the door shuts.
"You can't do this, Mr. Stark. Please. People will die. You can't hold me above thousands. Don't do this." Peter says, throwing himself into Tony's arms.
"Kid. I know. But I can't lose you, I can't." Tony sighs, hugging him tight. "I'm gonna buy us some time, hopefully someone will notice we're gone before anything happens."
"Okay. But if it comes down to it, you have to let me go..." Peter says, fear and sadness present in his voice.
Tony stays quiet, letting go of the kid and stepping back to look at the tools on the table. And then he starts, messing with things and making lots of noise.
Peter sits down against the wall, still shaking.
"Hey buddy? Why don't you tell me about your friends?" Tony asks, turning and smiling at the boy tucked up in the corner of the room.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, tell me anything and everything." Tony says softly, eyes wide and kind.
"Ok...Okay...Um... well you've met Ned before, but he loves asking questions about the Avengers. Oh! Guess what he wanted to ask Thor." Peter says excitedly, his mind focused on something other than the horrible situation they were in.
"What did he want to ask, kiddo?" Tony says happily, still working away, smiling at the fact that he calmed the kid down so easily.
"He wanted to ask if Loki could lift his hammer. I don't actually know the answer to that question. Maybe I should ask, because I mean, when you think about it..."
He talked on for ages, the two both laughing at each other's story's and pretending that they were fine.
The door swung open with a bang, startling both of them. Peter immediately moves closer to the wall, and Tony puts on his best brave face.
"Jesus, Stark. You think I'm an idiot? I know a fucking missile when I see it. You think you can trick me by just messing around?" The man snarls, moving towards him.
"I'm doing what you want, I need more than a few hours." Tony says, as calmly as he can.
"That's not a launcher for the Jericho, it's a fake. I know you need to add nitrate to it before soldering it shut. Which you didn't do. No... I won't stand for this shit! Bring his kid." The man says angrily, watching as Peter's lifted into another man's strong arms, squirming desperately to get free.
"No!" Tony yells, being dragged back by the collar, pulling against the man holding it with everything he has.
"What do you want first, Tony? Finger? Or thumb?" The man asks, turning to face Peter, who's currently pinned against the wall, crying openly. "Don't choose, I'll take both."
"No! Fuck, please. Please, you can't. Don't do this to him! Don't do this!" He yells, tears already spilling over.
"Choose." The man says calmly, grabbing the kid's hand and holding it still, a knife in his other hand.
"No. Please." Peter whispers, over and over, giving up and staying still.
"Fine. I'll take the whole hand." The man says, bringing it up and pushing the blade into the kid's palm.
Blood pours onto the floor, Peter's screams echo off the walls, a sound Tony never wants to hear again.
"Stark. Do it properly, and tell me you swear. I'll only scar him." The man says, turning back around, his hand still pinning Peter's down.
"I swear! I'll do it!" Tony yells.
"Good." The man replies, but then he moves to the left side and takes Peter's hand and pins it to the wall.
"No! Wait! I told you I'll do it!" Tony shouts, but before he can continue pleading, Peter's crying out again. Louder than before. And Tony breaks down, falling to the floor. When it's done, Peter collapses in a heap, his hands dripping with blood, pooling on the ground. He won't look at the torn skin, he feels sick already.
"Told you I'd scar him. Do any shit like that again, I'll carve an "S" into his stomach. For Stark, of course. Remind him that you're the reason this happened." The man says, leaving the room and closing the door. But before Tony even has time to cradle his child, there's a loud explosion from outside and Tony knows that they're safe. The door swings off the hinges with a crash.
Rhodey walks in, his suit on, surrounded by SHIELD agents, looking on in horror at the scene.
"Get this off of me." Tony says to him, tugging at the tightly wrapped collar around his neck, looking only to Peter. Rhodey snaps the material easily and steps back.
Tony runs to the kid, picking him up easily and whispering soft reassurances to him.
"What happened?" Rhodey says, almost to himself, not surprised when he doesn't get an answer. Tony rushes out to the quinjet awaiting them, laying his kid down as soon as the doors are closed.
"Hey. Hey, buddy. I got you. I'm here." Tony says quietly, wiping away the tears from his own face.
"Please. No. Hurts...It hurts..." Peter cries, looking down at the mess of his hands. "It hurts so bad... please..."
"I know, baby. I know. I'm gonna make you all better." Tony whispers, searching through drawers.
"Please. Please. It hurts, dad. It hurts. Make it stop." Peter begs, not even aware that he just called Tony "dad."
"I know, baby. I got you. I'm gonna put you to sleep. It's okay." Tony says, quickly covering his face with the mask, allowing the kid's panic to disappear as it turns to darkness. As soon as he's out, Tony gets to work, stitching and bandaging up the wounds, he even puts him on a drip to make sure he didn't lose too much blood.
Once it's done, Tony picks him up and walks over to the sofa, laying down beside him, finally letting the stress go.
He grips the kid, holding him close.
"What was that?" Rhodes asks, standing up and walking towards the two.
"What? He was hurt and I fixed him." Tony says nonchalantly.
"Not that, smartass. I mean the whole "dad" thing." He says, air quotes exaggerating his words.
"The kid was scared, chill. He freaked out." Tony replies.
"Not just that. You calling him "baby?" I've never seen you so worried, he just has slices on his hands." Rhodey says, almost snickering when Tony looks annoyed.
"Shut up." He says, a hint of protectiveness in his voice as he ruffles Peter's hair.
"Mmhmm okay." Rhodey smiles, sitting down on a chair facing them.

Peter wakes up in Stark Tower, lying right next to his father figure on the couch. He sits up and tries to steady himself, his eyesight still blurry and his head spinning.
"Hey hey hey. Lie down kid. I got you." And with those words, Peter falls backwards into comforting arms.
"We got out?" The kid asks, still trying to blink away the fuzziness.
"Uncle Rhodey saved us." Tony speaks softly, as though to a small child.
"Cool." Peter yawns. "Are you okay?"
"Am I okay?" Tony laughs, "yeah kid, I'm good." And he sighs, because he finally realises that his selfless kid is just like him.
"How's your hands?" Tony asks softly, tracing his fingers over the kid's knuckles.
"Not so bad." Peter replies, moving even closer to Tony, feeling only comfort and relief.
"That's good, bubba. That's good." Tony mumbles into the kid's messy hair.
"Mm..." Peter nods, "I love you."
"I love you too, kid."