If you're nothing without him, you shouldn't have him.

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WARNINGS: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, RAPE/NON-CON, SUICIDE, VIOLENCE, MURDER, DEPRESSION, ALCOHOLISM

Damn, guys, I don't know what happened. I was pissed off at my sister, so I started writing about Peter getting kidnapped, and... I seriously don't know what happened. This got so dark, so fast... way darker than I intended it to be when I started writing. So... enjoy, I guess? I mean, I reread it once, and I certainly didn't enjoy it, so... good luck to you all.

 Tony thought he'd successfully kept everyone in his life at a safe distance. He and Pepper were 'taking a break', a break that wasn't likely to ever end. Rhodey had been given his leg braces, seen through physical therapy, and then left pretty much alone. The team had broken up; Tony hadn't seen any of them in weeks. And Peter... well, he'd given Peter the suit, given him Happy's phone number, and sent him on his way.

Then the fiasco with the vulture happened, and Tony nearly had a heart attack. He'd thought the kid had been hurt, he'd almost been killed. Tony had realized he'd needed mentoring, help, so he'd told Peter he was taking the suit until Peter was trained enough to hold his own in bad situations. Since then, Peter had been coming to the tower at least three times a week, training, building things, adding upgrades to his suit. Eventually, he was there any night his aunt was at work, staying for dinner, until May got home and Tony drove Peter back to his apartment. Then, his aunt had to go a few cities over for a business meeting, and Tony found himself offering to take Peter to the compound for the entire weekend. It had been awkward at first, but soon, the tension broke, and they were watching movies, eating junk food, and making an overall mess together.

Peter was good for Tony. His sleeping schedule was normalizing; it wasn't what anyone would call normal yet, but it was getting better. He only had five cups of coffee a day, which was a vast improvement from before, when he couldn't keep count. He hadn't touched alcohol since the first time Peter came over. Overall, Peter had turned Tony's whole life around, in a very good way, and Tony knew he could never repay Peter for the service he didn't know he had done, so Tony stuck with just secretly feeding money into the Parker's bank account, as Peter's internship salary, giving the kid anything he needed for Spider-Man, and spending as much time with him as possible.

They'd known each other for nearly two years. Peter was 17 now; he wasn't a reckless teenager who'd just gotten his powers, he was nearly an adult, who'd had his powers for quite a while, had seen the danger there was in the world, and finally allowed Tony, May, and Happy to help him. Tony was the happiest he had ever been in his entire life, and in his eyes, nothing could change that.

And then Peter went missing.

It happened so suddenly. Peter had been dropped off at school, responded to Tony's text confirming that he was going to the compound after school for the weekend, and then, suddenly, stopped responding to anyone. Tony received a call from Peter's phone, that turned out to be from his friend, Ned, asking if Tony knew where Peter was and why he'd left his phone in the boys bathroom. Tony had been at the school immediately, had shut it down, and searched through it from top to bottom, and found no sign of Peter other than his spare suit under the lockers, and his backpack, jacket, and watch thrown haphazardly into the locker room.

Peter's watch monitored his vitals, and had a tracking system in it. His suit was in his backpack. With neither of those on Peter, Tony had no way of tracking him, no way of knowing if he was okay, if he was even alive. Tony was terrified.

And Tony fell apart.

For nearly the first time in his life, Tony had no idea what to do. He assumed Peter had somehow been abducted, but nobody had contacted him, for ransom, to make demands, or anything. In his panic and confusion, his helplessness, Tony did the only thing he could think of to do.

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