The Path Back Home (To You)
Chapter One
The Cell
You guys...I OWN NOTHING *cries forever*
Tony growled angrily. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. They were to infiltrate the base, download some files, and get out of there.
The mission went horribly wrong. And it was Tony's fault.
When he had hacked into their computers he found what he was looking for...and more.
News articles and videos detailing his parents deaths. Evidence highlighted or circled with the occasional Winter Soldier? written underneath it.
Tony lost his cool and they paid the price for it.
Now they were stuck in a cramped cell. Completely bare aside from a small, rusted bucket. There were also no windows or cracks in the wall to indicate day or night, nor any other way to keep track of the time.
But Tony's been through worse and came out alive so frankly, while he was cold and hungry and pissed off, he wasn't too concerned with his own well being.
But this time there was someone else with him.
Peter Parker - A.K.A. Spider-Man was leaned against the cell corner, chest rising and falling steadily as he slept.
The stupid brat wasn't even supposed to be here but Tony had sensed trouble and called for backup. Karen had intercepted Tony's distress signal and alerted Peter.
It's not hard to figure out what happened from that point on. Stupid brave and loyal kid almost got himself killed if not for Tony saving him last minute.
Although (the other half of Tony felt the need to defend the kid) he did come in handy for a large portion of the fight.
Tony sighed and laid down on the concrete floor. What happened, happened. It was just...bad luck.
Tony groaned.
It's only day one and he's arguing with himself. Whoopee.
A few moments later there was a shuffling behind him and Tony tuned to see Peter sitting up and looking around groggily.
"Mister Stark?" Peter called out
"Right here kid!" Tony replied feeling more alert now that the kid was up.
Peter scrambled over to Tony and sat right next to him before thinking it better and moved away from him, blushing slightly.
Tony let out an exasperated huff and grabbed Peter by his arm, pulling him until he was almost on Tony's lap.
Peter stiffened slightly but relaxed when Tony put his hand on his shoulder and gave a small squeeze.
"Mister Stark?" Peter questioned softly as though scared he would interrupt the all-too-needed-moment.
"Yeah?" Tony waited for an answer but it never came. "What is it kid?"
A shy reply was uttered quickly. "Are- are we going to be alright?"
Tony's heart clenched painfully in his chest. If the kid was openly worried about their situation then he must be truly scared.
The Iron Man looked at his protégée, looking for a glimpse of the reckless and carefree Spider-Man, but instead only found and confused and scared little kid.
Tiny didn't want to tell him the truth. That it would probably not be okay. That they would most likely have to endure pain and fear for a while until Bruce or Steve got worried enough to send out a rescue team.
But he didn't have he heart to lie to Peter either. Didn't want to give the boy false hope that would be crushed the minute their captors walked through that solid metal door.
So instead he just sighed and told Peter the half-truth. "I don't know Peter. I just don't know..."
Peter seemed to accept that answer and nodded his head slowly.
They both descended into silence and stayed that way for several minutes. Tony felt Peter put his whole weight into him and knew the kid had fallen asleep.
Smiling to himself Tony pulled him even closer and ran his hand through Peter's hair in a slow and constant motion, soothing himself as well as the unconscious boy.
Just a few moments later, and they were both asleep.
Okay so this was a short chapter with no real plot. But the background info was necessary for this to happen. Now I have tons and tons of ideas for this fic and they are all angst. Just a heads up here will be no relationships with characters outside of flashbacks and with canon only.
Hope you enjoyed and see you soon.
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