Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

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Peter Stark knew the dangers of being the son of Tony Stark. Not that it ever bothered him before, those dangers were always resting in the backest corner of the teenager’s mind, existent but never drawled upon. 

Peter had been kidnapped before. As a matter of fact, it happened in 2008. He wasn’t tagging along his father in Afghanistan, rather The Ten Rings wanted something that would really push Tony into complying with Jericho. They even stuck a serum in him that gave him spider-like abilities. 

Want an example?

Peter could stick to literally anything. Anything. Yes, even a non-stick pan. Yes, he even tried three times to be absolutely sure. But, that was one of the more pleasant of his abilities. The others consisted of superhuman strength (to some degree), accelerated senses which sometimes did more harm than good, and a handy dandy pair of spider senses whenever danger was about to strike.

And here Peter was again, only he wasn’t eight years old in a cave across the world presumed dead. He was once again presumed dead, by the public, anyways and only three thirteen years old in a basement in Miami. 

Peter was stuck in this metal contraption that kept him standing upright but unable to move at all. The teenager’s facial features contorted into an expression of pain as he attempted to free himself, but ended up pressing himself deeper into the metal that bit into his skin. 

“Ah, ah, ah. I’ve made this one just for your special arachnid abilities.”

Peter raised his head as he retorted, “How kind of you, Killian. Should I also be honored that you’ve kidnapped me?”

Killian’s response made Peter do a double-take, “Considering that you and the President now have something else in common, yes.”

The President? What’s he got to do with any of this?

Peter glared at Killian who wore an easy-going smile, “What do you want from me?” He snaked a hand down to his side and curled his fingers over the edge of the metal restraining him and began to push it away from him so he could escape. Killian was right, his powers didn’t help him at all. 

“Nothing,” shrugged Killian as he plopped onto a swivel chair. “But, I do need you here. Especially since I’m about to take Tony, or should I say, dad? Your preference, I don’t mind at all.” 

Peter spoke through clenched teeth, “He’ll stop you. He always does. Just you watch.”

Killian laughed, “There’s a first time for everything. And with the traps I’ve set out for him, he’ll be right in my grasp. Besides, I have you here. His blood, his kin. His legacy. Nothing hurts a father more than seeing his own child hurt.” 

So that’s why I’m here. 

As a prisoner. Bait? There’s something more, unless? Oh…

It finally dawned on Peter what Killian really meant. The words came out slowly as Peter spoke almost emptily, “I’m here as your trophy.”

Killian stood up and held Peter’s face by his chin, “Bingo.”

I need to get out of here. Stat.

Peter wanted to shake the man’s hand off but was rendered unable to do that for obvious reasons. 

Right after Killian let go of his chin, a female doctor dressed in a white lab coat joined their presence. Her words were enough to increase the knotted fear in Peter’s stomach as she reported somewhat timidly, “Dosage of Extremis is ready to enter the subject.”

Killian smiled, “Ah yes. That. Excellent. Let’s get on with the show. I have to prepare for a very due appointment with Tony Stark and Colonel Rhodes. But before I can get my main trophy, I’ve got to swing by the President.”