Peter Parker was your average teenage orphan, fifteen with a dedication to fighting crime and kicking ass as the superhero vigilante 'Spider-Man'.
After his Aunt passed a year and a half ago, Peter lived in Meadows Orphanage, where he met the one a...
Hey guys, gonna update the book cover, thought I'd let you know ahead of time:
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I'm definitely diggin it ^^^ because it has the avengers tower in the background and I like the perspective and colors, but idk, what do you think? I wanna make sure you guys are still able to recognize the book after I've changed it, because I know I distinguish all my Wattpad irondad fics I read based on the covers.
Sorry, decided to put the cover peek at the beginning before I throw all of the feels at you :[]
have at it ;)
*trigger warning! most of this first Peter POV half has some continuous mention of triggering content, and if it's too much, you may skip down to Tony's POV where there is no triggering content. Jumping down won't effect the storyline, but you might miss some Peter thoughts*
__2 days after being kidnapped__Peter__
It's been days, maybe years. Feels like centuries.
I've lost my perception of time. Too much pain, not enough thinking. Where was I again? Who was I waiting for? Why am I still waiting?
Every time my mind drifts farther away from itself, I always glance at the Ironman glove held tightly in my hand and remember—I remember who I'm waiting for, why I still pretend to have hope.
I've yet to see Arsenic, only Flash. He just keeps coming back to electrocute me, slice me, dice me—whatever he feels like doing at the moment, really.
Why? Why this? Why hasn't Arsenic tried to ransom for money or anything? Why not take a video to show Tony and make him cough up billions of dollars, or cause a rouse to trap him? What's his plan? Does he have one, or is just going to keep me here forever for no purpose, no reason, to just simply make me relive hell on earth every second of every passing hour?
Why am I here? This isn't my battle to fight. Why hasn't Tony found me? Why hasn't Eddie found me? Are they already dead? Has Arsenic already killed them and hasn't bothered to let me go, because his son hates my guts?
Why doesn't Flash just kill me already? Why didn't I just jump off that window all those weeks ago? If I'd have done it then, I wouldn't have to be stuck here for the rest of god knows how long.
Last time I saw Tony, I'd fought with him. It was a petty fight, but I felt like trash because of it. I should've kept my nose out of his business. Is Tony still mad at me? Is that why he isn't looking for me? Was it stupid of me to ever wonder if he'd find me? Or even try to look?
My hope was drowning in this sea of questions. And I wasn't sure if this life raft stuck to my hand could keep me above the surface for much longer.
Suddenly, a small pang is heard from from outside my cell. "Hello?" I call out, my voice weak from screaming. "Who's there?" The lights flick on, brightening the other side of the room.
