Peter Parker and Tony Stark Whump Shots

Ransom Note

Writing. English and Literature. One of Tony's least favourite subjects in school when he was younger. Reading books that were hundreds of years old with boring, archaic language that no one really understands. He never really got the point of it. However, that doesn't stop him from reading the piece of paper that is taped to the wall of his living room. He looks around cautiously as he peels it off and wonders who might have left it. But suddenly that thought isn't important anymore, the words written on it are far far more crucial.
He follows the lines with his finger, being extremely careful not to miss anything.
"To the 'Great' Tony Stark,
I would love nothing more than to put a bullet in this stupid child's head, but I've decided on making you a deal so you can keep little Peter. I can understand why you like him so much, he's a pain in the ass just like you. He's stronger than he looks, stronger than you. He constantly struggles and fights against us. I think he should learn some manners.
But don't worry, he's not too hurt. Just had to teach him a few lessons to make sure he knows just how inferior you are. But no matter how hard we hit him, he wouldn't say one bad thing about you. I would love to kill him. You don't deserve him anyways.
You're probably wondering who I am. That doesn't matter at all, just one of the many people who despise you. And what do I want? Well, I want ten million in a briefcase, leave it in Central Park beside the blue bench. Then, and only then, will you get your kid back in one piece. See you soon, Stark..."

Tony can't breathe, how could this have happened, who would do something like this? He shakes his head and rushes to the elevator, the only thing that mattered now was getting Peter back. He goes down to the security level and takes the money from his safe, it doesn't mean anything to him. Barely even a dent in his fortune. But it would get his kid.
It's a good thing the park is so close, it only takes him five minutes to get there, especially because he's running as fast as he can. He spots the bench and sits the briefcase underneath it. Then he waits. His eyes follow everyone in the large area, watching intently incase Peter is one of them. And then a man starts to get closer to him, his eyes are covered by sunglasses and his hood is up to hide his hair.
"He's over there." The man says plainly, pointing to the vast amount of trees behind the park. Tony doesn't care about who he is, or why he's doing this. So he gets up and runs until he reaches the area the man had pointed to.
"Pete?" He asks, looking around, his eyes scanning everything he sees. "Peter!"
No response. Shit. Shit. "Peter!" He shouts louder with still no reaction. "PETER!"
And then he spots something, messy brown curls hang over the ground, a body slumped against a tree. He sprints to him, realising immediately that he's not conscious.
"Kid." Tony mumbles, untying the rope that connects his torso and his neck to the tree.
"Kid. I need you to wake up." His voice is still low and desperate, he can't assess his injuries here, he can't even see what's wrong with him.
A quiet groan escapes the child's mouth as he tries to hold his head up.
"That's it. Come on, kid. I need you to talk to me." Tony encourages, holding his head lovingly.
"Hi...M'... Mr Stark." Peter replies unsteadily, his eyes fluttering from open to shut constantly.
"Hey, hey kid. Hey. You okay?" Tony asks softly, wiping the dirt away from Peter's pale face.
"Think... Think so..."
"Okay, we're gonna go home but I need you to help me." Tony lifts the kids arm and places it over his own, and then very slowly pulls him to his feet.
But there's a high pitch and loud cry as the boy begins to sob breathlessly.
Tony quickly sits him back down, feeling so much guilt.
"What's wrong? What's happened? Hey. Please talk to me." Tony whispers to him, lacing his fingers through Peter's and holding him tight.
"Don't... I don't know... can't walk..." He mumbles, trying to hold back the tears.
"What did they do? Can you remember anything?" Tony asks supportively as he places his free hand on the kids cheek.
"They... They hurt me, Mr. Stark." And then he sobs, so much that he can't even keep his head up anymore. "Please. I wanna go home." He chokes out.
"Okay, okay, I'm gonna get Uncle Rhodey to come pick us up, alright?" Tony says, struggling to keep himself calm as tears start to drip from his eyes too. He takes his hand away from Peter and lifts his phone out, he calls his best friend and feels a little bit of relief when he says he's on his way. And then they both just sit still, comforted by one another as Peter relaxes so that his head is tucked under Tony's neck.
It doesn't take long for Rhodes to find them, he's in his suit, probably prepared for a fight although he wouldn't get one.
"Tony?" He asks quietly.
"You need to carry him back to the Tower, he can't walk." His friend replies as he stands up and uses what is mostly adrenaline to lift the young child into his arms.
"Hey kid." Rhodes whispers to him, his mask opened up so that Peter can see his face.
"Hi, Uncle Rhodey." The child says, he has barely any strength left, but what he does have he uses to grasp Tony's hand as tight as possible. They walk slowly back until they finally reach the medical ward of the Tower. Peter almost sinks into the bed he's placed onto, it's a lot more comfortable than where he had been.
"I'm gonna look you over, is that okay?" Tony asks, almost wishing he wouldn't have to, he doesn't want to see his kid hurt.
"That's okay, Mr. Stark." Peter smiles weakly, despite how much everything hurts.
"Can you tell me what they did?" His father figure asks as he starts by checking over his head to make sure he doesn't have a concussion.
"They... They told me I had to say that you were nothing but a parasite, and I couldn't."
"I told you..." Tony starts before he's interrupted by Peter.
"I know, Mr. Stark. You told me to do what the bad guys say but I just couldn't say that, I wouldn't. So they tasered me, I think one of them was a cop." The kid says, sitting up to give Tony access to check his back.
The older of the two sighs, if only his kid wasn't so loyal, he wouldn't have been hurt.
"Anything else?"
"I... I don't want you to panic..." The kid says, avoiding his dads eyes.
Tony stops assessing his arms, and takes a step back. "What did they do?"
"My...my foot."
Tony takes a deep breath and moves down to his legs, he only now sees that he's not wearing any shoes. And then he notices the blood that's beginning to stain the sheets underneath him, his once-white socks are a deep red now. He pulls his trouser leg up as gently as possible. And then his heart drops and he nearly vomits at the sight.
"It doesn't hurt that much." Peter reassured him, but it's clear that his ankle is broken, he can see the bones through his skin.
"What did they do?" He repeats, heart in his throat as the tears start to come back.
"Mr. Stark..."
"Peter. I'm not going to ask you again." Tony says firmly, trying to steady his breathing.
"They... told me that I had to stop speaking. That if I spoke again they would hit me with a... a hammer... Then they started talking about how you... you didn't deserve to die, you deserved to suffer. They said that they were gonna take you and hurt you..." Peter pauses, starting to cry again, breathless as sobs make his whole body tremble. "I couldn't let them talk about you like that."
"What?" Tony asks, voice only slightly above a whisper.
"Mr. Stark. It's not a big de..."
"Did they do anything else?" The anger is present in his voice and he knows that if he doesn't control himself he'll end up shouting, and that's the last thing the kid needs.
And just when he thinks things literally couldn't get any worse, Peter nods.
And then he pulls up his top, wincing a little bit as he does. The word "Stark" is written in capital letters, carved into his skin with a knife. And Tony can't handle it anymore, he just breaks down, he almost collapses as he uses the bed to hold himself up.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... please forgive me Peter..." Tony chokes out, kneeling down beside his bed.
The rest of the day was filled with remorse and regrets, the both of them blaming themselves for what happened. And although Peter was fine after two weeks, his healing working overtime to make him better, Tony never stopped feeling like it was his fault. He locked the memory in a box in his brain, just another one to add to all of the other tragedies that he caused. Peter didn't blame him of course, he could never blame him for anything. But if anything, what happened just made them more protective of each other. It made them closer, if that was even possible.