To say Tony was freaking out was an understatement. He wakes up on a roof alone, his son gone.
He speeds back to the tower and calls the only person who would've done this. Ross.
"FRIDAY! Call Ross!"
The number dials and the tone rings out while Tony waits nervously.
"Stark what can I do for you?" the stern voice answers.
"Ross did you kidnap Spider-Man?!" Tony basically yells into the air.
"No I didn't but Tony he hasn't signed the accords, and he's clearly enhanced, you need to get him to sign them" Ross states.
"goddamnit ross I told you, he's under my supervision! He doesn't need to sign the accords and I know you took him Ross, nobody else would try!" Tony adds.
"look tony, I haven't done anything okay, I know you care about him for some reason, just get him to sign the accords"
"ross you don't seem to understand, he can't sign the bloody accords, he doesn't want to reveal his identity. I've already explained it to you a million times and I'm not doing it again."
"Tony, I didn't take your precious spider-man. Even if I did there's not much I can do, his actions are illegal,"
"what do you mean there's nothing you can do? you're in charge! you could literally just call it off."
"Tony I already told you I have nothing to do with this, please don't call unless you have information on the whereabouts of Rogers."
tony hangs up. That bloody man, there's no way he's not behind this. He's clearly lying. There's no way he wouldn't care about a kidnapped vigilante. Which means he must know where he is and there's only one place Ross would take a super-powered kid.
"Hey Kid, are you back with us?" Sam looks over at Peter.
Peter grabs his head and groans as he sits up against the wall so he can see Sam. He's facing Cindy's wall and her backs to him. She's keeping quiet for the moment even though there are a million questions surfacing in her mind. Like the fact she's been swinging around New York with Peter freaking Parker for the last 7 months.
"Yeh," he groans and looks at Sam wearily. "Hi, by the way, I don't think we were formally introduced." And waves his hand at Sam and smiles meekly.
"hi," Sam replies with a grin. "I'm sam by the way,"
"yeh, I know I webbed you to the ground," Peter grins and then gasps at what he said. "I mean cool, that's a cool name, nice to meet you," he rambles, looks away from sam nervously and leans.
"we know you're the spider-kid, didn't Wanda tell you we knew," Sam says looking at Wanda expectantly.
"Oh yeh she did, sorry I forgot, she mentioned it so casually I didn't even realise," he laughs quietly and smiles over at Wanda. "so you all know my identity that's weird, only like 2 people knew before today," he mumbles.
"I was just trying to figure out why you were here, sorry," Wanda says.
"its okay you would have found out eventually anyway," Peter smiles over at her.
"Oh, by the way, I'm Scott," Scott waves when Peter glances over at him.
"Yeh I know you too, you gave me my first fractured rib," Peter grins at Scott, knowing it will make him feel guilty.
He's right, Scott looks so sorry and starts apologising profusely.
"its fine, I was joking, I mean you did fracture my rib, but its fine it healed in like a few hours and I don't blame you" Peter explains and smiles at him. Scott still looks unsure but smiles back at him.
"Oh, Clints here as well," Sam gestures over to his cell.
Clint leans out from his cell, so Peter can glance at him and he gives him a slight wave and grin. "hey," Peter silently waves back. Then Clint disappears from view again.
Peter gives himself a once over and notices his arms, they're littered with cuts in various stages of healing. He's got fancy metal bracelets and a collar that he recognises as the shock cuffs and collar his dad helped design, that PETER helped design. They were meant to be used to contain criminals, not this…
"What happened to me?" He asks quietly.
"they experimented on you," Clint says bluntly. Sam gapes at him and Clint just shrugs.
"Oh, okay" Peter comments mutely. What did they want though?
Everything before he was taken, is a bit foggy, he remembers briefly waking up, then waking up again and being taken and… oh…
"Cindy?" He says quietly.
He hears a relieved sigh from the other side of the wall in front of him.
"Hey, Pete," she says back. He flinches and breathes in heavily. He stands up and walks over to the bed on the other side of his cell and sits with his back directly to Cindy.
"Oh god," he breathes out.
"yeh I know" she breathes back.
"I thought I was wrong when I saw you, I hoped I was wrong!" He lets out an exasperated breath.
She hums in reply and he swears he can feel the vibration through the wall. It's comforting. Peter can hear her breathing, it's heavy and shacking.
"I'm so sorry Pete," she says quietly so the others cant hear. His sensitive ears pick up her quiet voice.
"this is all my fault," Cindy's voice breaks slightly. "if I had just listened to you and stayed in the tower we wouldn't be here," her voice is meek and sad.
oh….he didn't even think about that. Silk. She's Silk. Obviously, she's silk. Why else would she be here? Peter was too preoccupied to even think about it.
"No, it's not your fault," he tries to think of a reason but just decides on staying quiet.
She just sighs and he hears her bang her head against the wall slightly.
"I can't believe you're you," she exclaims quietly, still keeping their voices low enough that the others cant hear.
"I don't know if to call you webs or Peter, it didn't even occur to me that you were him, you were just Peter, nerdy, shy and adorable." Peter feels the heat rise to his cheeks. "webs is like the opposite, still nerdy," she laughs slightly, "but confident," she breathes out.
"now not only have I gotten spider-man caught I've gotten Peter Parker caught,"
"well I don't know if this will make you feel any better, but if I hadn't let you beat me in the race I probably wouldn't have gotten shot and none of this would've happened,"
Cindy laughs and Peter smiles.
"sure Pete that makes me feel so much better," she says sarcastically.
"Sorry, just trying to brighten the mood," he replies with just as much sarcasm.
They both laugh quietly.
"so what are we gonna do webs? I didn't like what I saw in that operating theatre," she says shakily.
"I don't know, sil. These guys have been here a while and they haven't even tried to escape from what I can see,"
"are you okay, you looked pretty shit when they brought you back,"
"yeh i'm good," he replies "what about you?"
"I'm okay, just cold,"
He hums in reply.
Then the lights go out and everything thing is pitch black except the emergency red lights that pulsate rhythmically.
"we can plan our escape tomorrow, they get pissed if we talk at night,"
"Okay, night sil,"
"night webs,"
Cindy wakes up abruptly hearing someone screaming. She looks around confused at to where she is. oh right. The raft. Peter. Peter! Peters screaming.
"Peter?!" She questions frantcally. Have they taken him? What are they doing?
Then she realises he's still beside her, in his cell.
"Peter?" She says more calmly, she can hear him writhing around on his bench. A nightmare.
"Pete? It's okay, you're safe," she assures him, but it's not really true is it?
He's still writhing and breathing erratically. He screams again. It's piercing and she covers her ears, tears coming to her eyes.
"Peter please wake up," she pleads.
"ughhh god what is that sound," Clint groans and she ignores him.
"Pete just focus on my voice okay.. wherever you are, it's not real okay," she tries to calm her voice.
"You better shut up the damn prisoner or I'm gonna shock him awake!" A voice booms over the speaker.
"No, no please don't do that," she pleads at the ceiling.
"Hey kid, you need to wake him up," Sam talks to her calmly and Cindy nods her head as tears slip down her cheeks "just keep talking to him, make sure he knows you're with him" she nods her head frantically and continues to speak to him, just muttering safe words. He's still writhing around not acknowledging her presence.
But then he screams again. Cindy can hear the electricity crackle in his cuffs as they start to shock him. His body starts jerking and spamsming and she hears his head smack against his bed.
"NO!" Cindy screams. "STOP IT!" She's sobbing now, her voice cracking. "Please stop, please! you're hurting him!" she cries and begs.
Cindy leans against their shared wall heavily and sobs, tears blurring her vision. Peters screams turn into chocked breaths. He cant breathe and Cindy doesn't know what to do.
Eventually, she hears the electricity shut off. Peter draws in a heavy shaking breathes and she hears him slump against his bench.
"Peter?" She shakes out.
He starts to coughs and heave and as scared as Cindy is for his well-being she is kind of relieved she cant see him suffer.
"Yeah…m'okay," He draws out his voice heavy and rough.
"I'm so sorry Pete," Cindy replies, her voice still shaky.
"Not..your fault," he mumbles out breathlessly.
"Stop talking, unless you want another round!" The guard orders into the intercom.
They both immediately shut up. Peter lies down on his bed rubbing his wrists, raw with burns. He won't be going to sleep again tonight. He settles on listening to Cindys shaky breaths as she tries to sleep. Eventually, her breathing evens out, he sighs and wonders what the hell is taking his Dad so long.
"FRI? How are we going on hacking the raft?" Tony calls at the ceiling.
"Not good sir, it seems after the fiasco in Germany, Ross upped the security and took majority of the rafts security offline. Its all controlled manually and we cant hack it unless we're onboard," FRIDAY informs him.
"Shit," he mumbles under his breath.
Tony stares at the phone next to him, it was so classic of Steve to send him the oldest phone he could find. He should call. Peter is basically Steve's son too, he should know he's missing, and Tony could use his help.
"What do you reckon FRI, should I call him?" He asks.
"Your last meeting with Mr Rogers did not go well, sir, but after he left your mental health has gone steadily downhill maybe reuniting with him would help you and you could use the extra muscle to save Peter,"
"Fuck it" Tony picks up the phone and flips it open, staring at the number on the screen.
He clicks dial and holds it up to his ear, feeling stupidly nervous.
The dial rings out for a couple times before he hears the crackle of it being picked up.
"Tony?" Steve's voice echoes in his ear and he can't help but sigh quietly at the man's voice. He shouldn't love him anymore, but he does. He can forgive him with time, he just hopes Peter can do the same. He's not sure Peter will ever forgive Steve for what he did in Siberia. The look on Peter's face when he got brought back is something he will never forget.
"..ony? Are you there?" Steve voices bring him off his train of thought.
"Oh..sorry, yeah I'm here" he stutters out, then composes himself.
"Is everything okay?" Steves sounds concerned and Tony can't help but wonder where that concern was when he left him to die in Siberia.
"Yeh… I mean, No.. sorry, no everything is not okay," Tony confirms
"Look, Tony, I'm sorry about Siberia, I didn't wan.."
"No, it's not that," Tony cuts him off.
"Oh,"
"It's Peter, He was taken," Tony starts. As soon as he says the words he realises Peter is gone. It hadn't really hit him before, but Peter was gone, what if he wasn't on the raft. He could be dead. They could be torturing him. He hasn't seen his son in a week and he's spent so long alone, trying to figure out where he is that he never told anyone. He never said the words out loud to someone. The wave of emotion hits him and he sucks in a ragged breath, feeling the tears come to his eyes.
"What?!" Steve says, "What do you mean he's been taken, did someone kidnap him? Is there a ransom? Why would someone take him?" He questions frantically.
"I think it was Ross," Tony chokes on a sob, his throat throbbing, eyes welling with tears. "They just came to the tower and took him and I…. I couldn't stop them," His voices cracks at the end, tears spilling over his face. He told a small white lie but Steve shouldn't know he's Spiderman yet.
"Tony hey, it wasn't your fault okay?" Steve reassures him and it's so good to hear his voice again.
"Peter is going to okay, he's a strong kid he won't give up, alright?" Steve continues.
"Okay," Tony chokes out. "Just what if he doesn't come back, Steve… He's all I have left,"
Steve goes silent for a bit.
"He's going to come back Tony," He continues after a minute. Tony is breathing heavily into the phone and Steve knows he's crying.
"We'll find him, I going to come back and help you, okay?" Steve questions carefully.
"O..kay," Tony shakes out, he can feel the panic attack coming on.
"But first I need you to breath okay?" Steve starts "Just follow my breaths," He breathes in and out heavily into the phone so Tony can hear him.
Tony tries to copy him, chocking on sobs every other breath. Eventually, his breathing evens out. He's still crying silently but his breathing is okay and he can feel the calm washing over him Suddenly he feels extremely tired. When was the last time he slept?
"Tony are you okay?" Steves' voice is soft and comforting and Tony misses him so much. After Siberia he hasn't even thought about Steve, he just put it in the back of his mind and worked as hard as he could, trying to distract himself from everything. Even Peter. He had avoided his own son because he reminded him so much of Steve.
He'd been at the compound for a week when he heard Peter was unconscious at the tower. He'd left Peter alone at the tower for a whole week and only came back to check on him when he was injured. Peter must hate him.
"No, I need him back," he says as coherently as he can. "Just get here,"
"Okay, ill be there as so…" Tony hangs up.
