"He had a dislocated shoulder. He was cut, stabbed, drugged, heavily malnourished, sleep deprived and has a broken finger. Normally I'm not, but, Tony… I'm worried about possible after-effects that are… the kind of thing you call Sam for." Bruce's news wasn't new but it hurt, all the rubbed his hand over his face.

He'd been sitting with Underoos while he slept for the past few nights because he was scared and Tony understood. Peter's nightmares made it difficult, though. The waking up, screaming at the top of his lungs in fear threatened to end Tony right then and there. The flinching and whimpering, and waking up, looking at his wrists for cuffs the second his lashes separate… Tony was angry. The rest of the Avengers were, too. Tony watched on as Peter slept, trying to keep from waking him up at every flinch. He needed his rest.

"Call Sam and Bucky. They need to talk to him. And call the rest of the team. He needs to know we all support him, no matter what." Tony put his hand on the kid's wrist, to stable it, as it trembled in his sleep.

Peter woke up to see the Avengers in his bedroom in the compound. The lights were dim for his sensitive eyes. He sat up in the bed, wounds fully healed. Well, the physical ones, anyway.

"Uh… hello?" Peter's voice was groggy and raspy but everyone found it cute.

"Hey, Pete." Sam leaned forward in his seat, next to Peter's bed. Tony had moved over to the large couch in the middle of the room that faced the bed. Nearly everyone was there: Sam, Tony, Steve, Bucky, Bruce, Nat, Clint, T'Challa, and Shuri. Nat and Clint were on the perches that Tony had had custom built for Peter. T'Challa sat, straight and regal looking. Peter liked him. He took care of Aunt May's finances. Shuri sat next to him with a smile on her face. She'd only ever heard about the smart boy who could climb walls. She was interested and excited, but T'Challa asked her to leave so he wouldn't be embarrassed.

Bucky stood next to the bed, back leaning against the wall. He would never admit it, but Bucky actually liked being near Peter for his own sake, not Peter's. He was the one who made him really feel like a hero after everything that had happened. He was the one out of the Avengers who was actually in awe of the soldier. Never afraid or unhappy with him. Bucky was interested in science and inventions. Things that Peter could talk to him about. Peter was the one who taught Bucky how to use the newest technology. He loved the kid.

Steve stood behind the couch, arms crossed, examining the room. He couldn't help but at least smile a little bit. Almost the entire family was in the room. They all had had issues with blood family but when it came to the Avengers, they had one that was strong. One that fought together, despite their Civil War the year before.

Tony stood right beside Peter's bed, attempting to stay out of Bruce's way while he did his examinations. Tony touched the kid's shoulder. Peter was starting to get scared. Not of anyone in the room, he loved everyone that was there, but he was scared they were about to ask him to do something he just wasn't ready to do.

"Sam and Bucky are here to talk to you, Peter. About what happened. Everyone is here to support you." Tony was startled when Peter began to sit up even further.

"No. No, I don't wanna. Not yet." Peter was starting to get anxious but remained seated on the bed for the sake of his family.

"Peter, we can't help you get past this if we don't know what we're working with." Sam leaned slightly further forward in his chair.

"Haven't you seen the footage? You already know." Peter's eyes were focused on the sheets on his bed, refusing to look at anyone.

"We didn't want to without your permission." Steve's voice was low and calming. Peter honestly, he felt like crumbling under the stress of the situation, aside from the fact that Steve's voice was comforting. He knew Tony and the others only meant to support him but he felt like they were pressuring him instead of supporting, even though he knew otherwise.

"No. Please don't." Peter stood on the cold floor, feeling the smooth hardwood under his feet. Sam also stood, walking towards Peter. He was about to say something before the spider flinched away. Sam backed away, hands up in a sign of surrender, hoping to calm him. "I don't wanna do this. I don't wanna talk about this. Please don't make me." His breathing picked up, worrying the Avengers.

"We're not gonna make you do anything you don't wanna do, but you should really talk about this." Bucky stood straight, separating from the wall to look at Peter straight on.

"I can't do this." Peter started to walk out of the room but before he could get all the way through the door, T'Challa stood from the couch and made his way to the spider, grabbed his arm, gently, pulling him back to hold both limbs.

"Peter, I didn't talk about things for a while after my father died and it only made things worse. We will respect your decision but you should at least consider it." His accent somehow released some of the anxiety Peter was feeling. T'Challa released his gentle grip, only to watch as Peter walked out of the door. The other Avengers couldn't help but follow.

"I just wanna be alone." Peter jumped onto the ceiling and crawled down the hall and turned. The Avengers followed closely behind, only catching up to see him crawl out of one of the windows in the main living room to climb to the roof. He spent the rest of the night up there, in solitude. The rest of the team respected his decision and kept their distances.

"I'm really glad we went out for lunch, Tony. I needed to get out of the compound for a little while." Peter had a slightly lighter step to him, now. The team had just gone out to the best burger joint in all of New York and Peter had the time of his life, laughing at how Shuri made fun of T'Challa, the freaking king of Wakanda. Peter was friends with a king!

That wasn't all, either. The shade Sam had for Bucky was grade A stuff. Steve and Tony spent the whole dinner watching the smile on Peter's face grow with every french fry and joke thrown around. Things felt like they were getting better. Or so they thought.

They walked into the compound, laughing and smiling until Peter saw Tony's new assistant.

"No. You!" Peter's sudden loud tone startled the Avengers, and they all stopped in their tracks to see who he was looking at. Gena. "You did this to me!" Peter started to lunge forward. Luckily, Nat saw the glint in his eye and tripped him. He had only managed to make slight contact and she went flying across the room and down a long hall, hitting the wall at the end.

"Peter!" Tony looked at the teen who was quickly getting up and bolting down the hall towards her.

"You psycho! You-" His words were cut off when he was quickly grabbed by T'Challa, who's necklace encased him in his suit. Peter fought as best he could but the suit kept absorbing the kinetic energy, doing nothing to loosen the king's tight grip. Tony quickly got to Peter, who was eyeing his new assistant down with a death glare, violently thrashing against the unwanted hold. Steve helped Gena up and asked if she was okay.

"Oh, I'm quite fine, sir." That bright red hair and the strong facial structure was what kept Peter from having a restful sleep.

"Let me go, T'Challa!" Peter's lungs were strained with his voice's volume.

"Calm down, Peter." T'Challa's voice was so calming, it almost angered Peter in his emotional state. He slowed his movements, knowing there was no fighting the king and was finally set on the floor.

"Would you like me to page a medic, Mr. Stark?" Another voice was heard. One Peter recognized, yet again. Estelle. She stood behind the receptionist desk, holding a phone up to her ear.

"That won't be necessary. I'm perfectly fine." Gena straightened her pencil skirt and blouse, standing straight.

"I'm so sorry. He's just been through a lot so he's a little agitated." Steve's tone made Peter angry, sending him over the edge when he saw the new cleaning guy. The old German man. Peter stumbled back at the sight of the three, fear overcoming every heightened sense. A scream ripped from his throat as he scrambled back as fast as he could. He quickly got behind a very surprised Steve, gripping onto the back of his shirt, nearly ripping it with his fear-fueled strength.

"Peter, what's with you?" Steve started to turn but Peter felt too exposed to the three ex-captors and he stumbled to get behind Bucky. The blue-eyed beauty brought his metal hand behind him, tapping on Peter's hand that had gotten a tight grip on his jacket. Peter took Bucky's metal hand, utilizing all of his strength, releasing as much fear as he could.

Bucky let out a small "Woah." at the strength Peter was using, hand trembling.

"My apologies if I startled you, Peter." Gena's tone was familiar. The same one she used when she had… It sent Peter over the edge. Before Bucky could do or say anything, Peter lunged towards Gena, once again, raising a fist to strike her. For fear of what would come of it, Bucky jumped forward, wrapping his hands around Peter, unrelenting as the spider struggled and cried out.

"They did this to me!" Peter struggled as hard as he could against Bucky's hold. He screamed as hard as he could, thrashing and kicking. "Put me down, Bucky!" The Avengers all looked around, thinking the same exact thing.

"You need to stop, Peter. You need to calm down." Sam tried to get Peter to slow his movements, to no avail.

"Let me go! Put me down! Get off of me!" Peter's screams brought tears to Estelle's eyes.

"Baby, you sh-" She stepped towards the teenager, scaring him even more.

"I told you I'm not your baby! Let me, go, Bucky!" Peter's screaming and thrashing didn't appear to be anywhere close to ending, and Sam made the decision.

"We have to do it." Sam hated the thought but he knew it was necessary. Bucky understood and quietly carried a screaming, fighting, Peter to a bed in the med bay. Bruce reluctantly but swiftly brought out the reinforced cuffs and wrapped them around Peter's wrists. The strain in his vocal cords, the tightness of the straps, the prick in his arm all felt distant but he was still very aware of them. He flinched at the prick, knowing Bruce decided it was best to sedate him for the time being. He fought the restraints and unconsciousness for as long as he could until finally fading into darkness, fearing the monsters pretending to be human.

"Bruce?" Peter awoke to a strange feeling around his wrists. One that wasn't foreign. The puppy eyes he gave his team broke their hearts.

"You-"

"Peter you weren't listening. We had no other choice." Tony couldn't look at the kid. He already knew the look he'd have on his face.

"Let me out. I won't do it again." Peter was released and he stood, walking out of the room, wrists tucked close to his heart, head low. Before he left, he looked back to T'Challa, with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, your highness."

"Quite alright." T'Challa gave a small smile, with a tilt of the head, making Peter feel a little bit better. The king knew how to do that, somehow.

"Peter, go with Cap to the other side and cut them off! We need to get these bad guys away from the fashion district! It's busy as hell this time of year!" Tony flew around, attempting to get a good spot to see the villains flying through the air, laughing maniacally. Luckily, the area had been evacuated for the public's safety.

"It's fine. I got it, myself." Spider-Man's voice came through the comms, irritated and closed off.

"Alright." Was all Tony could manage. He was trying to give Peter space after they'd decided to restrain him. He knew he'd had problems with it, before, having experienced it like he had. His thoughts were violently interrupted by a sound that Tony always dreaded hearing.

"Agh!" Peter fell out of the sky, onto the asphalt of the street below. He gripped his knee, rocking slightly.

"Peter!" Bucky was closest, running over and assessing the hero. "What happened, Underoos?"

"My knee! He shot my knee!" Peter let go of it long enough for the super soldier to see.

"He got right above your knee, luckily. I don't think even you could recover from a kneecapping." Bucky picked Peter up, hauling him over to Tony, who hovered slightly over the ground, ready to fly Peter to the med bay of the compound while the rest of the team dealt with the fight.

"Peter, what was that?" Sam sat with him on the smallest couch, everyone taking their own respective seats.

"I was just mad, okay? I wanted to fight on my own because you put those restraints on me." Peter's voice was irritated and as low as he could get it to go. It wasn't very low but it served a point.

"You were attacking Tony's new assistant and you wouldn't stop even after T'Challa grabbed you and even after I did." Bucky tilted his head, trying to get his eyes level with Peter's.

"She's the one who tortured me!" Peter shifted his position on the couch, moving his braced leg to be more comfortable.

"They had extensive and borderline violating background checks, Peter." Bucky came over and sat down next to Peter, letting him grab onto his metal arm, should he need to use some of his strength to calm himself, again. "But… Peter, what happened to you?"

Peter sighed, deciding it was time. "I said goodbye to May after I told her I was spending the rest of the summer here at the compound. I didn't call Happy to get me because I wanted a little time alone, just to think. Maybe do a little patrol on the way out of the city. I didn't think it would be a big deal. I was swinging through the buildings, almost out, when I saw an old man who looked in trouble. I stopped to help but the next thing I knew, I woke up in that room…" A tear nearly streamed down his face, but he pushed it away with the back of his hand.

"You were there for six days… What happened on the first?" Bucky kept his voice as gentle as he could, trying to keep Peter comfortable and talking.

"I just slept a lot and the one, the receptionist, Estelle, kept trying to feed me but I just couldn't eat. I didn't know what they did to it. If they did anything at all." Peter started to squeeze on Bucky's arm with a light pressure but it was still noticeable to the soldier.

"The second day?" Sam chimed in.

"The second day was...I ate because I was just too hungry. The third-" Peter was interrupted by Bucky, who was trying to keep his patience with the situation, but he was just so eager to hear what had happened. He wanted to help but he felt like he was solving a math problem without all of the information needed and it was driving him crazy.

"The second day was what? You started to say something before, then you skipped." Bucky could see the pain and trauma in Peter's eyes.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to, Peter." Sam put his hand on Peter's shoulder, eliciting a flinch from the spider. "Woah. I'm sorry."

"No… I…" Peter let out a long sigh before lifting his shirt to reveal nearly-healed wounds.

"I was whipped, too." Bucky's statement surprised Peter and made Tony's stomach turn. His kid had been whipped. And apparently it was so bad, his enhanced healing still needed a long time to recover from it. He brought his shirt back down, increasing the pressure on the metal arm.

"Y-you were?" Peter didn't want to bring up Bucky's past traumas, but he also knew it could help him.

"Yeah. I was. They did a lot to see how durable my body was before sending me out to…" Bucky couldn't finish the sentence, a single tear rolling down his cheek when he looked at Tony. He quickly looked away, wiping the tear away when he noticed that Tony had seen.

"Tony's new assistant… Her name's Gena. She liked it. A lot. She laughed when I screamed." His voice was breathy, eyes unfocused and glassy. The pressure he had on Bucky's arm was tight, making the metal shift to protect the area where his hand was.

"What about day three?" Sam rubbed on Peter's back, calming him a little. Bucky looked around the room, seeing all of the heroes on the verge of tears for the kid.

"I dunno. I uh...I passed out. Estelle said it was from the pain and when I woke up after that, they told me it was day four."

"Day four?" Bucky tilted his head, slightly.

"Same as day one."

"Day five?"

"Same."

"What about six?" Bucky immediately regretted asking the question, seeing the trauma playing out in the spider's eyes. Peter didn't answer for a moment. "Peter?"

"What?!" His tone was loud and full of surprise like he'd just been pulled out of a trance. "Sorry. What was the question?" Everyone exchanged worried looks.

"What happened on day six?" Bucky heard the metal in his arm groaning at the pressure Peter now had on it. It started to give way before Bucky grabbed his hand with his flesh one. "Hey, it's okay. They can't hurt you anymore."

"They can. They're in the building. And I don't wanna talk about it." Peter crossed his arms, letting go of Bucky's metal one.

"That's alright. You already did really great." Sam hugged Peter from behind, the warmth of his body was welcome.

Peter walked through the compound with his knee brace on, hobbling all throughout the halls. He was looking for Bucky so he could finally show him Ferris Bueller's Day Off; something he wanted to do for so long.

He turned the corner to the main lobby where the front doors were when he spotted them. All three of his previous captors.

"Hello, Peter." Gena's voice was haunting. It was the same tone she used when she'd tortured him the previous week.

Peter did his best to ignore her taunts and kept limping before she pounced on him, tackling him to the ground. Before he could process any of what had just happened, Estelle and the old German man, Martin, were on top of him. Gena gripped his braced knee tightly and squeezed with every bit of strength she had, bringing a strangled scream out of the kid. His mouth was covered by Martin's large and strong hand. Peter pushed the attackers off, quickly limping to the large wall of windows, climbing up and out of reach, while they jumped up at him. He moved to the ceiling. "Friday! Sound the alarms!"

"Tony, you can't just watch the kid walk around the compound on the cameras. Just go talk to him." Bruce's tone was kind and knowing. Tony hated that in that moment.

"Look at him, Bruce. He's limping, right now, because we restrained him." Tony gestured to the computer screen, at a hobbling Peter

"No. I understand how you feel, but no. He's limping, right now, because he put his emotions ahead of the mission and he got hurt because he was being stubborn. Like a certain someone on the team..." Bruce pat Tony's back and began exiting the room. Tony turned to fire back.

"You're gonna have to be more specific, Brucie! This whole damn team is stubborn." Tony laughed, turning back to the screens. He was met with the horrifying sight of 3 people tackling his kid and torturing him. "Friday! Lock the compound down, now!" She did as was requested and the building locked down. The heroes were alerted to Peter's location and all ran as fast as they could to help out their kid.

Peter saw the metal plates quickly covering the outside windows, locking his attackers in. "You guys are screwed because they're gonna-May doesn't let me say that word-you up!"

"Your plan fucking sucks, Martin." Gena's tone wasn't pleasant to anyone but Peter.

"I did not see any cameras." Martin's German accent was thick and pronounced.

The heroes surrounded Gena, Estelle, and Martin, watching them slowly lower to their knees and place their hands on their heads, interlocking their fingers.

Peter came back down once he saw them all in cuffs. He walked over to Tony tail-between-the-legs, head down, before saying something Tony didn't know if he wanted to hear or not. "You can watch it."

"The-" Tony started.

"Yeah. The tapes from what happened. You can watch them. All of you."