Peter Parker and Tony Stark Whump Shots

Buried Alive

How does he get himself into these situations? Peter will never know.
He woke up in a van, a pair of cheap handcuffs holding his hands behind his back. Whoever took him definitely didn't know he was Spider-Man. That was a good sign. What was the best play? Break free or wait until he saw his captors? Wait. Waiting was the best option right now, the vehicle was moving too fast to jump out of anyways. Things start to come back to him as the time passes. He had just left Tony's and was walking to the Deli on his street, it was around half four because he had just finished school and wanted to say hi to Stark on his way home.
And that's where the memories stop, but he's not worried. Worst comes to worst and he can just take down whoever has done this to him. Chances are that they're amateurs.
He sits patiently until the van stops and then he stands up straight and gets ready to stare his kidnappers in the eyes. The door opens after a minute or so, and to Peter's surprise, he doesn't see anyone. But then something is thrown inside the van and lands just in front of him.
A light gas starts to fill the air around him and the doors slam shut again. Peter runs towards the locked doors, trying to get out, but of course, nothing happens and they stay closed. He sits back down and holds his breath to try and stop the gas from getting to his head. The last thing he remembers is his own voice saying, "shit."
When he finally comes back around, he's afraid to find only darkness. He can't see anything at all, it's pitch black. He's lying on something hard, feels like wood. His arms are attached to the hard surface beneath him, so are his ankles. This isn't good. Plus the air feels like it's getting thinner, especially now that he's starting to hyperventilate. The kid starts to realise that he's stuck in what seems to be a box. But Peter can't even kick at it because of the straps around his legs. He's really starting to panic now, he's helpless, can't do anything at all. The dark is scaring him almost as much as the unknown is.
And then there's a quiet sound, sounds like something is being sprinkled on top of whatever he's inside. Peter holds his breath, listening as hard as he can, and he starts to make out some words being said above him.
"New intern..." "down..." "suffocate..." "Shovel..." And then, "buried alive..."
Oh shit. He's in a coffin. Peter's really freaking out now, struggling as much as possible and still getting nowhere.
"No no no no." The kid whispers, getting closer and closer to a panic attack.
He can hear the dirt being shovelled into the grave. His claustrophobia is overwhelming him and it's getting harder to breathe. His thoughts are so intense, there are so many in his head.
"Does anyone even know I'm gone? What if this is it? If I die no one will ever know, they'll never find my body."
Each one brings him closer to having a breakdown, there's already tears flowing silently down the kid's cheeks.
And just as he thinks things can't get any worse, earth begins to come through the sides of the box. It's unstable, not strong enough to keep all of the dirt out. As more gets shovelled on top, more comes through the coffin.
"Yep. This is it." He thinks. He's going to die. He'll never get to see the people he loves ever again. May, Ned, MJ, Natasha.
Mr. Stark.
He'll never see Tony again.
Oh My God. He will never see Tony again.
He's given up now. There really isn't anything he can do. Nothing left to try. The kid closes his eyes, if he falls asleep then maybe he won't feel his death. That sounds okay. Everything will be fine if he just goes to sleep. So that's what he does. It takes maybe a minute for him to fall under, he was already so tired and the darkness made it easy.
A noise starts to be heard, Peter opens his eyes slightly, remembering quickly that he's in a hopeless situation. The dirt is now filling almost a quarter of the coffin. But the noise is getting louder. He's too tired to concentrate on figuring out what it is. It's getting even louder. Until something scrapes the outside of the box, light starts to break through some of the cracks. Is this death? Has he died? The light is blinding as the box creaks open slowly. It's so bright. Almost unbearable. His hands and feet are loose before he can even see anything. As his eyes adjust, something pulls him up to the surface, he can feel the grass underneath him. The light is coming from the sky, he's still alive and he coughs up some of the dirt that must have gotten to him while he was asleep.
"Hey, are you alright?" A soft voice says, almost startling the poor kid who still can't really tell what's going on. And then he can see everything.
"Shit... oh my god... holy shit..." Peter mumbles, hands on the grass underneath him to make sure this is real.
"Kid, look at me, you okay?"
And then he turns his head to see Tony kneeling, looking as worried as ever, his hand resting gently on Peter's shoulder.
The kid responds by throwing himself into his father figure's arms.
His hands are shaking and he clings desperately to Stark's shirt. "I... I thought I wouldn't... wouldn't see you again..."
"Calm down, it's alright. It's done. You're okay. Everything's okay." Tony replies, pulling him tighter into the hug.
"I was... was so scared..." The kid mumbles into his chest.
"I know. I know. It must've been very scary. I got you now. We can go home." Tony says to him quietly. He stands up, helping Peter to his feet as he does. "We need to get all this dirt off you."
Peter nods and follows along beside him, holding his hand tight, far too scared to even look at the box he was in. He doesn't look back, not even when they reach the car waiting for them. He doesn't even look back.