True Love

I. Will. Survive.

Trigger Warnings: Mention of minor injuries

3rd person POV

Ring! Ring! Ring! (Don't judge me I don't know how to do a legitimate ringtone okay??!)

Tony jerked awake, dark bags under his eyes just one indication how much sleep heI needed. As usual, the lab was a mess. Instead of the organized sort of a messy, it was a hazardous messy. The floor was an inch thick of lost papers. Chemicals had spilled onto the overturned tables and eaten into the metal. It looked as if a tornado had run in, destroyed everything, and left before anyone could catch it. Or, should I say, drag him out of the lab before he killed himself?

"Hello?" His voice was barely recognizable, even to himself. It was tired, exhausted, and depressed.

"Ahh, Mr. Stark. It's such a pleasure to finally talk to you."

"Look, I don't really have time for this. I have other things to do, so if you're here to just waste my time, I strongly suggest you hang up and never call this number again. That is, if you want to live."

"Searching for your missing intern?"

The man caught Tony off guard, but he soon regained his composure. He continued on with the conversation with extreme caution. "What is it to you?"

"Well, I thought you might need some help."

"Oh?" A tracker appeared on the screen.

"Don't be late, Stark, or you might never see your beloved Spider-Man again."

The line went dead.

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Tony's POV

4 hours.

4 hours, 23 minutes, and 13 seconds since I received the call. Finally, I stood before the hideout. We walked to the entrance, but suddenly a whole bunch of guards came out of hiding. I prepared to fight, but stopped when I realized their weapons were by their sides.

"Only one gets to come inside. You." He pointed at me.

I walked forward.

"Leave the suit."

I hesitated, but I left it there, keeping it running in case I needed it. He nodded in approval and led me inside. The other Avengers looked at me worriedly. With a split second face expression, I told them that I would call for them if I needed them. They seemed to understand.

We walked a ways, too far away in need of an escape, but I continued to follow the soldiers anyway. Eventually, we reached two double doors that looked heavy. I prepared myself for the worst as I stepped inside.

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Peter's POV

I looked up as the doors opened, chains holding me back from going anywhere.

I was surprised when I only saw Tony, but relieved nonetheless. I hadn't realized how much I missed them in such a short period of time. We only made eye contact, but it was enough to slow down my beating heart. He also looked relieved to see me, his eyes glancing down at my chains only momentarily before meeting my eyes again.

It was only a split moment of assurance, but it was enough.

I almost forgot about the liquid they injected into me right before he came in.

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Tony's POV

I glanced at Peter, relieved to see he was okay, considering he had probably had nothing to eat for the past few days. He was skinnier, bruised, and dirty. His arms had small cuts on them; I figured they weren't healing as fast because of the lack of food.

He seemed weak, so the chains might be a problem. I met his eyes, gave him a look of reassurance, and faced the front where a dark figure stood.

"What do you want?" I growled.

His chuckles only fueled my anger. "My, my, so entertaining already. I just can't wait for the true fun to begin."

"What. do. you. want. Tell me before I tear you apart and send you to the deepest parts of hell where you belong."

"You really want to know that badly?"

I glared at him.

"For someone known as being a genius you really can be ignorant at times. Why don't I give you a few hints? How about, Iraq? The first time you fought with that amazing suit of yours."

My face remained motionless, but inside I racked my brain for an answer. "Obadiah?"

"That reckless CEO you hired just so you could party and have fun? That idiot you had run your company without ever checking what he did. That Obadiah?"

I cringed.

"Think before that, before the bright, famous red and gold, when all you had was a stinky lab and a stale piece of bread."

"The time when I broke out of the Iraq prison?"

"He remembers, finally. I was a soldier there, the only survivor. You took my friends, the people who were like a family and took care of me. And with one blow, you killed them all, just because they were Iraq soldiers forced to do their jobs.

You took everything from me."

"I don't even know who you are."

"You will."

My eyes widened in pure terror when I saw Peter kicked across the room and heard his cry of pain.