~You Will Always Have Me~ Irondad and Spiderson Fanfic~

Chapter 41: Give me back my son!

"Who is this?" Tony asked immediately, the rest leaning in to hear the conversation.

"I think the real question is...what have I done with your so-called son?" Anger filled the man and he slammed his fist down on the table, "Where is he?!"

"I can't tell you that, but I can tell you something more fun." The man paused to chuckle before continuing, his voice darkening even more.

"You will never see his pretty face again, and he won't ever see yours."

Tony sucked in a breath, his whole body going ridged as his hands began to shake. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM?!" he yelled in anger.

"It's not what I've done, but what you've done. Or atleast, what he thinks you've done."

"Give me back my son you piece of shit! I'll do anything!" he said, one of his hands gripping the table tightly.

The man once again laughed, a hysterical, manic laugh that sent shivers down Tony's spine. "It's not what I want, it's what I want you to feel."

"Who are you?" Tony asked, desperate to gain some kind of information to help.

"I'm William Davidson, or as Peter likes to call me, Mr Wilson."

The phone then went silent, the call had ended.

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"S-stop, p-please!" Peter begged as he was kicked over and over again. This had been his routine for the past however many days he had been stuck there, he would be woken up, the same men would hurt him, he would be forced to eat stale bread and drink water, and then he would try to sleep and the day would start the same.

It still didn't stop him from begging though.

"P-please-" His sentence was cut short by the door opening, a man he hadn't seen before entered, wearing a black suit and face covering.

He made a movement with his hand and the people surrounding him ceased there hits and left the room without another word.

Peter blearily blinked, trying to focus on him but with the cut on his head making his skull pound, it was a lost cause.

"Recognise me?" His voice echoed around the room. Just by the voice Peter could recognise who it was, and it made the blood drain from his face.

"M-mr Wil-lson?" The boy coughed, the words making his dry throat burn.

"Well done." The man said, chuckling as he walked forward so he was stood directly in front of the boy.

"Can't talk long, things to do places to be, but I will say one thing, enjoy what you have left Spiderman."

Peter was about to reply when someone stabbed him in the arm, he screamed in pain and agony seeped into his bones before his body went numb and he passed out.

A/N: Sorry this is so sort!! I haven't had much free time but next one is very detailed I promise!! <3