Chapter Two
Tony sends a SHIELD agent to go and pick up May Parker. Normally that would be a job for Happy, but whoever came after Peter might come after May as well. A quick call to Coulson and a team of agents are sent to her location.
"What are we going to do boss?" Happy asks nervously. He feels responsible for the kid and guilty about him going missing.
"I don't... I don't know." Tony admits. "This isn't really my area of expertise. I guess we should try looking for security footage of the incident. Friday?"
"On it boss." The AI chimes in as if she understands the urgency.
"What has Peter been up to lately?" Tony asks as the AI searches.
"I mean... just the usual."
"What's the usual?"
"School, Spiderman, hanging out with his weird friend Ned, the academic decathlon team."
"When was the last time you talked to him? Did he seem nervous? What have his reports been like lately?" Tony bombards. He really wished he would have kept up with the kid, but after Peter turned down being an Avenger, the young hero had stopped constantly trying to get in touch with the billionaire.
"Honestly boss, the kid hasn't really contacted me in a while." Happy admits. "In the past two months, he has called maybe twice. Once to let me know he had to repair a tare in the suit and another to let me know he was going out of town for the academic decathlon thing he does. Also, he moved again a couple weeks ago. Something about him and his aunt wanting a different atmosphere or something like that, I don't really know"
"What! So you haven't been keeping up with him!" Tony shouts.
"I mean I text him every Friday and ask for a weekly summary, but it's usually just a sentence or two. It's nothing much. Honestly, the kid seems to want his space, so I gave it to him."
Tony wanted to rip Happy a new one, but he knew that wouldn't have been constructive. He knew it wasn't Happy's fault. Plus, it's not like he'd been doing a better job.
"Friday, run Spiderman's suit schematics, what have the readings been for the past two months. Look at medical, hours of use, GPS locations, and suit condition."
"Of course sir." The AI answers. "There appears to be no footage of Spiderman's attack."
The word attack makes Tony and Happy sick to their stomachs.
"I have the schematics," Friday says a couple seconds later as the information appears on the screens in his lab.
Tony walks over to the screen and begins to scroll through the information. Happy joins him.
"What!" Happy exclaims. "Peter broke his wrist a couple weeks ago! How did I not know this!"
"Probably because of this," Tony grumbles pointing to the screen. "The kid hacked the suit and turned off the alerts to me for anything less the life threating situations. Looks like he made a mistake in the coding. That's probably why it took so long for us to get a connection loss alert."
Tony walks over to Happy to look at the other injuries Peter had added to his list. A couple fractured ribs and a few serious cuts.
"Stupid kid." Happy mutters shaking his head.
"Oh my gosh." Tony groans dropping his head to the ground. "Dumb ass kid..."
Happy looks over to see what Tony was looking at. It was Peter's general health analysis Peter has been exhausted and malnourished for several weeks now.
"I'm going to kill him when we get him back." Tony hisses.
"You and me both boss." Happy adds sadly.
May Parker is kept in a secluded part of the compound in case of attack and for security reasons. Tony doesn't have the heart to face her, so he employs Pepper to keep her company. She is better at the emotional stuff anyways.
Tony and Happy have spent the last 4 hours looking over every piece of data they could find on Peter trying to find out what happened to him, but they are left with nothing.
"I don't know what to do." Tony cries out collapsing into a chair next to Happy.
"I guess that's why we're here then." A smooth voice chimes. Tony and Happy jump up and whip around toward the door.
Standing in the doorway are Natasha, Sam, Vision, Wanda, and Clint.
"A dead guy with an eye patch called and said you needed help," Natasha explains. "He said it was serious, so I bought a few friends along."
"Man you look horrible." Clint laughs. "If I knew it was this bad I would have called up a few friends of my own."
"Spiderman is missing." Tony blurts out frantically ignoring Barton's comment. A tension immediately fills the room. The urgency is realized. Clint's face drains of color.
"The kid?" He asks quietly.
"Yeah Clint, the kid."
"How about we start off by taking a look under the mask." She smiles. Tiffany places her fingers on the edge of Spiderman's mask and slowly reveals the unconscious hero's face.
"Wow." She gasps playfully. "He's much younger than I thought, can't be more than a teenager. I guess its true what they say about you Mr. Stark. You do like them young!"
Her shrill laugh fills the room leaving even the mildew to cringe.
"Know, how about we wake up our little hero shall we?" She leaves the view of the screen for a second and returns with a couple of loose wires and a bottle of water.
"I should warn you, my daddy was an electrician." She smiles at the camera as she dumps water onto the boy.
"And let there be light!" She laughs as she drops the loose wiring onto Spiderman's chest.
"I've called all my contacts in the city Tony and nobody knows anything about someone out for Spiderman, at least nobody serious." Natasha sighs. It's midnight. The team has been looking for hours to no avail.
"What about you Sam?" Tony asks hopefully. The man just shakes his head.
"Clint?" Nothing.
"Vision did you find anything useful in the GPS locations?"
"I'm sorry."
"Wanda did you-"
"I'm sorry Tony, nothing in my hydra contacts." She says.
"Tony, I think we should take a br-"
"NO!" Tony cuts Natasha off.
"We can't give up!"
"You've been going at this for hours. You are going to-"
"Look!" Tony pulls up a picture of Peter onto the screen. "This is Peter Parker, AKA Spiderman."
"Geeze Tony, he's young." Sam breaths.
"He's 15 years old. He was 14 in Germany. He's a student at Midtown Science Academy. He has an estimated IQ of 230. His parents were killed in a plane "accident" when he was 7 years old. He was left to live with his aunt and uncle. A couple years later when aliens invaded New York Peter was with his uncle at a construction site because it was bring-your-kid-to-work day. At some point, one of us dropped a building on the kid and his uncle. They pinned under a slab of concrete for 4 days. During which Peter's uncle bled to death in the 8-year-old's arms. If that wasn't bad enough Peter had to sit by himself buried under concrete for serval days with his uncle's decaying body clutched in his arms. Then, he went and had to run into my dumbass and get himself fully screwed over when I left him to fight his prom date's dad aka the Vulture all by himself. Finally, on top of all of all that I found out a couple hours ago the kid hasn't been eating enough because his aunt can't afford the food bill of a superhuman metabolism, so instead, the kid has just been starving himself."
By the end of his monologue, Tony is choking back tears. How could he have screwed up so bad?
There is a long moment of silence. Nobody knows what to say. Clint is clearly biting his own tongue as not to cry in front of the team. After all, he has a son about Peter's age. Wanda and Vision stand close to each other for the comfort. Sam avoids eye contact. Natasha is the only able to hold eye contact with Tony.
"Tony I-" She is interrupted by a gasp from Happy.
"Boss look!" On the screen is a wide haired woman grinning from ear to ear.
"Anthony Stark, you do know who I am, but you will."
"Who are you? What do you want!" Peter screams for what seems like the thousandth time to him. He doesn't know how long he has been in this dungeon with this woman. All he knows is it feels like an eternity. She has switched from electricity to knifes and back to electricity. She has continued her torture wordlessly.
Finally, after another round with the knife, she breaks her silence, but she does not direct her words toward him.
"I hope you are enjoying this little show, Anthony. I know I am." She smiles calmly. "Have I proved to you how strong a woman can be? Am I commanding respect yet?"
"Anthony... commanding respect..." Peter yelps. "What does this have to do with me?"
Tiffany, ignoring the teen, walks over to him and slowly injects the young boy with a sedative.
"Don't worry, I'm not totally heartless. I'm just giving the boy a break, and frankly, I need a break myself." She shrugs. "I'll be back in a few hours. Ciao!"
With that, she leaves the view of the screen and walks into a different room.
"Wait. what's going on? I don't understand. who are you talking to? I don't..." With that Peter slips into obscurity.
Quick AN: This isn't a gory story. It holds to the rating I gave it.