So I am officially obsessed with this movie, and with MCU's Spiderman, and after seeing Homecoming for the third time tonight, I had to write out this little what-if. Obviously, spoilers if you haven't seen the move. This picks up during the final battle on the beach.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Warning: Contains violence and torture and mild language

The razor sharp tip of Toomes's metal wing is coming straight at me, but I am too dazed to do more than watch it come. Just as I think it will impale me straight in my throat, it jabs just to the right, slicing easily through the hood of my costume.

My body is rising, and then I am dangling in the air, hardly able to keep my eyes open. God, if everything would just stop spinning for a minute, I could…I could...

There's a moment of silence, like he is hesitating, or distracted by something, and then his fist is colliding with my temple, and everything goes black.

Consciousness comes slow, and it is a claustrophobic and painful process. I am aware of all the aches making themselves known as I fight to emerge from the darkness. A breathy groan escapes my lips, and I reach to rub at my heavy eyes. Or at least, I try to. My arms don't move, and for a moment I think I am still underneath the debris of the collapsed building.

Panic makes my heart beat faster, making it easier to claw my way out of the black. And once I open my eyes it takes no time at all to realize why I can't move my arms. Tarnished metal bands at least an inch thick and several inches wide encircle both of my wrists, and, I notice a moment later, my ankles as well, pinning me to a large metal table that looks like some kind of workbench.

I take a deep breath through my nose. I can get out of this. I pushed my way free of a collapsed building. I tell myself these cuffs will be cake.

Except when I pull as hard as I can, they don't shift an inch. I try again, my overworked muscles straining. Nothing.

"What the hell?" I pant, my head falling back to rest against the table.

I sense his presence a moment before he speaks. "Hey, there he is. For a minute there I thought I hit you too hard, and you weren't going to wake up. That would've been pretty disappointing."

I turn my head. Toomes strides across the room, his footsteps echoing loudly. He looks awful, covered in sweat and smoke and bleeding from several cuts. As he nears, I can't help but try to fight against my restraints.

"Oh, I wouldn't bother, Pedro. You won't be getting out of those anytime soon. After you crawled your way out of the warehouse I dropped on you, I figured I better pull out the big guns. Those are magnetized metal cuffs, courtesy of your patriotic buddy and Ironman himself. Doesn't matter how strong you are, you're stuck good," Toomes takes off his jacket and tosses it to the ground.

Behind him are heaps of junk I recognize as what must be left of all the stolen weapons and technology, and there are tables covered in them. My mouth goes dry.

"Where-" my voice is hoarse, and I try to swallow, but my throat is ravaged from all the smoke. "Where are we?"

"Safe house of mine. You see, when you run a business like mine, it's good to have a few places staked out in case morons like you come sniffing around," he flings out an arm. "This is what's left of my empire, thanks to you."

His voice darkens, and my stomach tightens at the sight of his eyes, simmering with pure rage. Then his hand is on my throat, squeezing, and I am unable to breathe. I thrash as much as I can, but can do nothing as he chokes me.

"I warned you," Toomes growls viciously. "I warned you what I would do to you if you interfered again. But you didn't listen, and you cost me everything. Everything!"

His voice raises to a shout, his fist squeezing my throat tighter, and god, my chest is on fire and I just need to breathe-

Toomes releases me abruptly, and I gasp for air, choking and wheezing. He's panting, looking entirely unhinged. "That job would have set my family up for the rest of our lives, and because of you, I have nothing. I told you I would do anything for my family, and I meant it. I meant every damn word. Including how I am going to kill you, Peter. But not before I make you suffer, like my family is going to suffer."

He turns, stalking towards one of the tables laden with weapons. He picks up a twisting metal rod, and when he faces me again, his face is incredibly calm. And I am instantly terrified. Oh god, this man is going to torture and kill me, and no one even knows where I am.

The realization slams into me. Because no one is coming. I have no tracker, no phone, no Karen to help me, no back up to call, and no way to be traced. Even if Ned miraculously gets a hold of Happy or Mr. Stark, they have nothing to go off of, no leads, nothing. I could be anywhere. Anywhere, and-

Toomes presses something on the weapon, and the tip of the rod sparks and crackles with blue electricity.

"Kid, this is going to hurt."

"Wait, wait! Wa-"

White hot pain bursts in my shoulder as he jabs it into me, sending agonizing currents shooting down every nerve of my body, and I'm screaming and writhing, The pain is even worse in every single place my body has contact with the metal, and it's unending.

Toomes yanks it away, and I collapse, panting and half sobbing. I have a second's reprieve before it's jammed into my stomach, and it starts all over. Again and again and again, and all I can see is his wild eyes and clenched teeth, and all I can feel is pain.

He tosses it suddenly to the ground. "You could have spared yourself all of this, you know. You could be at that dance right now, drinking punch and chatting with your little friends and dancing with my daughter. Instead, we're here, and I have nothing left to lose."

Toomes steps away, and as I lay panting and trembling, I hear him rummaging carelessly through more weapons.

My body is pushed far beyond its limits between my earlier encounter with him, the plane crash, and the electrocution. Everything hurts, and all I want is to go home. I want my room, my bed. I want Aunt May. My vision blurs, and hot tears are spilling onto my face. She's going to be so devastated when I never come home. Will Toomes get rid of my body, or make sure it's found as a warning to any other would be hero?

I will kill you. I will kill you and everyone you love. Kill you dead.

My heart lurches in my chest. It won't matter what he does to me or my body when he's through. Because when he's done, he's going to go after May. Her fear filled face fills my mind, and it hurts worse than any torture. No, no-

"Ah, here we go."

I clench my teeth as his face appears above me.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Pete. But I found a good one. Hold still, for me, yeah? Wouldn't want to kill you too early."

Aunt May is all I can think of, and all I can do is scream.

I don't know how long he's had me for. I stopped being able to tell the minutes from the hours in my state of constant agony. My mind is nearly blank from the pain, and I can't believe my heart hasn't stopped beating yet.

Toomes's rage is endless, as are his supplies, despite them being the last remnants of his work. Maybe he's recycled some of them. I can't tell them apart much anymore. I don't even care that I've been begging and pleading and crying like some little kid. In this moment I am just a kid, and I can't even drudge up the shame I would feel if Mr. Stark could see me now.

"And if you die? Well, I feel like that's on me."

I close my eyes. I really hope he won't beat himself up too much when my body surfaces. Maybe he will stop Toomes from going after Aunt May. Maybe that will ease his conscience. Because really, none of this is his fault. This is all on me, Mr. Stark. All on me.

"Hey, don't go dying on me yet, Pedro."

His hand is roughly slapping my face, and I have to open my eyes. His expression oozes satisfaction, but I can still see the fury simmering beneath it. He isn't done with me yet.

Toomes smiles. "Still with me? Good. I got one more thing I want to try. Wait here."

His footsteps echo, and a door slams shut.

It's hard to breathe, but I let out a small sigh of relief that turns into a wheezing groan of pain. I let my head fall to the side and stare at my right wrist. The skin beneath the cuff is raw and slick with blood. My stomach churns at the little I can see of it.

And then my mind halts for a moment. Halts, and restarts again as something like hope blooms in my chest. Slickwith blood.

Gritting my teeth, I begin twisting my wrist, pulling down instead of out. I bite back the cry of pain the movement causes, because my hand slides just the slightest amount. Eyes wide, my breath coming faster and faster, I twist and pull with everything I have, my wrist tearing even more.

But it doesn't matter because my wrist is moving, and I can see that Toomes didn't bother taking my web shooters, either because he was that confident in his magnetized metal cuffs, or his rage made him sloppy.

I am filled with adrenaline, and it's starting to push back against the pain my body is in. Almost there, almost-

My heart is thundering in my chest. I can hear Toomes returning, his footsteps coming closer and closer.

The door opens, and I still instantly.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, kid. I hope it was a nice little break for you to reflect on your short, miserable life."

I turn to look at him, and he gives a little smile. A large gun rests in his arms, and I can see beneath all the wires and pieces of metal there is a purple glow. Figures he would kill me with one of the purple glowy things.

Toomes stops a safe distance from the table I'm lying on. "There's not much left of you to torture, so I thought this would be a good way to finish you off. Don't worry, it shouldn't kill you outright. I've lowered the power enough to make it nice and slow."

"Please," I rasp. "Don't do this."

"It's already done."

Toomes raises the gun, aiming down at me. His finger moves to the trigger, and my hand slides free. I raise myself up as much as I can and fling out my arm, pressing down on the release of my web shooter.

My aim is miraculously accurate, and as soon as my web clings to the weapon I am yanking it from his arms. Toomes's eyes are wide with shock as I catch the gun in my free hand and take aim.

"Don't worry, it shouldn't kill you outright," I say and fire.

The weapon recoils sharply as purple energy shoots out and blasts right into his chest. He goes flying back, his body slamming against the far wall. He falls and does not get up.

I drop the gun, breathing heavily. My body is shaking, badly, and it is an effort not to let myself collapse against the table and pass out. I work my left wrist free, and it's faster but not less painful with my right hand helping it along. My ankles are much more difficult, and in the time it takes to get completely free of my bonds, I am terrified Toomes will get up and finish me off.

But he remains where he is, and I am free.

I swing my legs down and grip the edge of the table. I am only able to take one step before my legs give out, and I collapse onto the cold floor. My body was done, it had given all it could give. I stifled a sob. I thought once again of Aunt May, who was probably sick with worry.

"Come on, Spiderman," I urge myself breathlessly. "Just a little more, then I can rest. Then I can be done."

It takes a long time and no small amount of effort to get myself standing, but I am up and half limping, half shuffling to the door. I reach Toomes, and see his chest rising and falling. For an added measure, I raise a trembling hand and trap him in enough web to make sure he doesn't go anywhere when he wakes up.

I go to the open door, and relief blooms in my chest. Toomes's phone lays before it, the screen cracked. I pick it up and lean shakily against the threshold for a moment to catch my breath, one arm around my middle.

I thumb the button, and when the screen lights up, I stare. A picture of Liz with her mom fills the screen, along with numerous missed calls from each of them. I swallow thickly and push any rising emotion away. I need to focus. I need help.

My brain is foggy with pain and exhaustion, but I can still remember Happy Hogan's number. I text and call him often enough it is permanently cemented in my mind. It takes multiple tries to get my trembling, blood soaked fingers to press the right numbers, and then I am raising the phone to my ear.

It's ringing, and distantly I realize I am slowly sliding to the floor.

"How did you get this number? Who is this?"

I close my eyes at the sound of his voice. "I-it's me."

But it certainly doesn't sound like it with how hoarse and rough my voice is. It must somewhat though, because Happy is saying, "Kid?! Is that you? Where the hell are you?"
"Don't know…I-I need help."

"Are you hurt?"

"…yeah," I open my eyes and turn my head towards the stairs to my right. "I don't think…I can move anymore."

"Hang tight, kid, we're tracing this line right now. How bad are you hurt?"

My eyes are impossibly heavy. Any trace of adrenaline is completely gone, and my body is just done. "Bad."

"Shit," he curses, and his next words are muffled like he's speaking to someone else in the background. "Keep talking, ok? We almost have your location."

"…okay. Sorry Happy."

"What the hell are you apologizing for?"

"Moving day… didn't go like you wanted it to."

He laughs incredulously. "Yeah, you could say that… We got it! Tony's on his way right now to get you, kid. Hang on."

"Awesome…thanks Happy," my arm is getting weaker. I don't think I can hold the phone up for much longer. "I might…I think I'm going to pass out soon."

"Hey, hey don't do that," Happy's voice is sharp. "You keep those eyes open, you hear me?"

"Ssorry," I rasp, my eyes dragging towards Toomes's unconscious body. I really hope he doesn't wake up.

"Who? Who's with you, kid? Is it Toomes?"

I must have said the last part out loud. "…yeah. He's out…I knocked him out. He- Liz. Poor Liz…she's going to be…devastated."

Happy's response is muffled, and I look down to see the phone slip from my lax fingers onto the floor. I try to stay awake, I really do. But everything blurs, and my chin hits my chest. I think I hear some kind of explosion, but even that isn't enough to keep my eyes from rolling back, and then I know no more.

So there you have it! Yes, for those of you who end up reading this, I will be writing a second chapter. Please review and let me know what you guys think!