Chapter 3 - WARNING: contains a torture scene

Michelle knew Tony flew around for hours on end looking for Peter, and that he the tracker had lost connection, but she couldn't stop herself from being mad at Stark. Maybe if he had been faster, they could've found him before the tracker went offline. So, because she had lack of self control, she lashed out at Stark and found herself in tears before.

"Peter could be dead! Or- or dying right now?" She walked out of the room and grudgingly accepted a ride home from Happy.

Peter POV

"So kid. Got any info on Stark? Weaknesses, motives, locations?" Philip said. His breath reeked of alcohol in Peters face and he turned his head to the side.

"If I did I surely wouldn't tell you!" Peter tried to force venom into his tone but it still came out with a hint of fear. The laughter from Philip just made Peter angrier.

"I guess we'll just have to do this the hard way." He pulled out a small pocket knife.

"This isn't personal Mr. Parker, yes I found out your name, but if you don't wanna talk then so be it. Don't forget that your healing factor is still weak." He used the knife to draw a line down Peter's forearm. That earned a groan of pain from Peter, but he still didn't say anything.

It seemed like it went on forever. Philip left after a few more cuts on the same arm each time, and one on his face right below his eye. After a while, which Peter assumed was a day, a different man came in. He punched Peter repeatedly. In his gut, face, and his gut again. After a bit of that and more painful groans from Peter, the guy left.

"He still ain't talking man. What do we do?" A few yeahs echoed from the other men.

"We rough him up a bit more, maybe threaten that Aunt of his, and then send Stark a little hint"

Roughly a few days have past, Peter guessed. He had been beaten up, slashed, and verbally attacked everyday. He knew he wasn't in the best of shape, but one day when the crew announced they were going out, Peter still tried to escape.

"Come on Peter, you got this." He whispered to himself. He never told the guys the paralysis wore off. He mustered up all his strength and tore his wrists from the ropes that binded him. He fell forward onto the floor out of the chair. He slowly made his way to his feet, and then over to the desk where they put his mask.

"Karen? Are you there?" He asked when he put his mask on, leaning his arms on the desk for support.

"Of course Peter. What can I do for you?" Her voice sent a rush of relief through him.

"Send a signal to Mr. Stark."

"Right away, Peter. Your vitals do not look so good. I recommend medical treatment immediately" Peter took off his mask, so to avoid all the medical treatment recommendations.

Back to Tony

"Tony, there is an incoming signal from Karen." Jarvis announced to a sleep deprived Tony.

"Really? Where did it come from?"

"A small warehouse on the outskirts of the city."

"Well get me the fastest route there."

Tony was suited up and flying in the air before he could think to call May. He blasted through the wall and found Peter, kneeling on the floor in his battered suit, holding his mask and suit as if he was gonna try and put them on. Peter turned his head around upon hearing his rather loud entrance.

"Hey kid." Tony knelt down next to him and Peter looked at him with such gratefulness in his eyes Tony could've cried.

"Hey Mr. Stark, I-" He was cut off by a cough, it didn't sound to good. "I'm cold"

Tony smiled. He tried not to show it, but the cuts and bruises covering Peter's body was making him uneasy.

"Come on, let's go back to the tower." Just as he was about to fly them both out of there, the gang arrived.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the beloved Tony Stark here to save his little recruit." Philip growled.

"Yep it's me. Sorry I'm not signing any autographs today, I don't have a pen." Tony's voice was sarcastic and if Peter wasn't in so much pain, he would've heard the bitterness in it as well.

The fight took all of five minutes. I mean, Ironman against five thugs? Could it get any easier. Especially since Tony was determined to take them down. He then, carefully, rushed Peter back and got the medical to clean up his wound. While he waited, he called May to let her know they found Peter.

"There are no super deep cuts in need of stitches, just a lot of surface cuts and bruises. He should heal up just fine, no scars" The doctor's words gave him a sense of relief and Tony headed into the room. Peter was lying in the bed while a nurse finished bandaging his arm.

"Feeling any better kid?"

"Yeah, they gave me some food and water. And-"

"Peter! Thank God your ok!" May came over and swallowed him up in a tight hug, which was quickly returned.

"May-can't-breath" Peter smiled as she released him from her death hold. Tony stood awkwardly in the background and opened the door when there was a knock.

"Hey guys" Peter said when Michelle and Ned entered the room. They engulfed him in a hug much like May had.

"Don't you ever do that to me again." Michelle whispered in his ear.

A few days later

Peter, Ned, Michelle, and May all got out of the car and walked into the house, but not just any house, Tony Stark's house. He had invited them all over for dinner. It was a lovely evening, and the food was delicious. Even if Tony wasn't really a family man, and May wasn't too fond of him, they all enjoyed each other's company. Peter's healing was back and he was all better, even if he was still a little traumatized.

That same night, after May was asleep, Peter snuck out to go see Michelle. He knocked on her window and was surprised to find her awake.

"Peter, do you always visit girls through their windows?" She whispered to him through the darkness.

"Yeah, doors are kinda difficult." She could tell he was smiling. "Can I take you up to the roof?"

"Hmm, why do you want to go to the roof?" grabbing a sweater to throw over her tank top, she walked over to him.

"So we can be alone."

"Ok then, whisk me away spiderman."

"Hold on tight." He held her firmly to him and she wrapped her arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He used his other arm to web them to the roof. The brisk night air gave her goosebumps and made how warm Peter was stand out. It only took her a few seconds before she leaned in and placed her lips on his. His arms snaked around her and pulled her in closer as she tangled one hand in his hair and the other on his jaw. She moved her lips against his and a moan escaped her when he slid his tongue along her bottom lip, also allowing him entrance. His tongue explored her mouth and his hands moved up and down her back as she leaned into him more, wanting even more contact. She realized he wasn't wearing his suit, which was risky, but also gave her a chance to slip her cold hands under his shirt and feel his warm skin. He moaned into their kiss, and she took control. She slyly slid her tongue into his mouth and nibbled his lower lip. He shook off his jacket and then put his attention back to Michelle. He kissed her lips, then kissed along her jaw and nibbled her ear. She felt weak to the knees, but he held her like she was the most precious, delicate gem in the world. Her head fell back, giving him the opportunity to kiss down her neck. He nibbled and then soothed a part on her collarbone before moving back up her neck and capturing her lips again. It was filled with passion and want. She greedily pulled him closer, if they could even get any closer.

"I want you, so much, Peter." She whispered in his ear.

"I want you too, believe me. But we can't, not here." He whispered back.

"Ok, can we just keep doing this then?"

"I hope so."

They kept kissing, keeping eachother warm from the cold night air and the breeze. It felt like hours had passed. Peter held her waist and she placed her hands on his broad shoulders. When she started feeling sleepy, and her arms hung loosely over his chest, he brought her back to her room and tucked her into bed.

"I love you, Michelle." He whispered to her.

"I love you too." She slurred, pulling his face back in for one more kiss before he disappeared out the window.