"I'll go in first," Natasha offered when they reached the door.
"I wan-" Tony began saying but Natasha shook her head.
"I know you want to save him, but I can take people out without making a noise," Natasha told him. "You aren't exactly subtle."
"Fine," Tony conceded, knowing that Nat was right. He might want to do everything he could to save his kid, but he knew to give him his best chance, he had to take a step back sometimes.
"I'll come back when the first corridor is secure," She said quietly, before opening the door and stepping in. She immediately saw two guards, but before either of them could either even pull their guns out, she had kicked the first one in the chest, winding him and she was choking the other one. Within seconds they were both knocked out. She glanced down the corridor but it was empty. She smirked slightly. Ross was an idiot. She opened the door, nodding to the others to let them through.
"Now you guys know what to do?" Tony asked one final time and they all nodded. "We bust our way to Peter, being as quiet as possible so Ross doesn't know there's anything wrong."
"Come on," Steve said, pulling his shield from his back, ready to block any bullets that came at him. The four of them began walking quietly down the corridor, following the instructions that F.R.I.D.A.Y had given them to get to the hidden part of the Raft. It didn't take long until they ran into more guards. Seamlessly they fell into a fighting formation, ducking and shooting. It wasn't long before they had got through to the secret part. Tony quickly turned the corner, letting his guard down for a second.
A taser held by a guard was held up to his head. Before he could react, a knife had whizzed past his head and into the guard's chest. Blood spattered out and he turned to see it fall on Natasha's face. He nodded at her in thanks before they continued on. Natasha stayed close behind him, not bothering to wipe the blood from her face.
Tony heard the screams before he had even blasted the door open. They all exchanged dark looks before Tony blasted the door, knowing that Peter wasn't going to be in the best shape. Rhodey nodded to Natasha. They both knew that Tony was emotional and that was when he made mistakes. If anything went south, Rhodey would make sure Peter got out and Natasha would take care of Ross and make sure that Tony didn't do anything stupid. By the time Tony got the door open, there had been a break from the torturing so Peter was gasping for air.
"Step away from my kid now," If it were any other situation, Tony would have laughed at the petrified expression on Ross' face. His kid was in danger.
"Tony," Peter's voice came out quiet and raspy. "Y-you came." Tony noted the surprise in the tone of Peter's voice.
"You come near me, I shoot him," Ross threatened, going to pull his gun out to hold up to Peter's head. Before anyone else could react, Steve's shield had flown across the room, knocking the gun from his hand.
"Don't move," Natasha told him, moving quickly across the room, her gun centimetres from his head. "You're alright kid." She whispered comfortingly as Tony flew over and began untying him.
"Thanks," Peter murmured quietly, staring at the bucket of water on the floor in front of his chair. The cloth that had been put over his face was now floating in it.
"You're gonna be okay spiderling," Tony whispered soothingly, pulling him into a hug. "We're gonna get you out and sort this all out."
"I'm sorry," Peter whispered, leaning into Tony, needing the comfort. "I should've... should've done more."
"You're okay," Tony ran his hand through Peter's hair gently. "It wasn't your fault. This was all my fault." Natasha looked away from Ross and saw tears in both their eyes.
"What should I do with him?" She asked, pulling a pair of handcuffs out.
"Get Pete out," Tony said, helping Peter to his feet. "I'll deal with him." Rhodey walked over and wrapped his arm around Peter, letting the kid lean on him. Steve picked his shield up and walked alongside the other side of Peter, helping him along.
"Tony," Natasha said quietly. "We should go, we've got enough evidence to lo-"
"He deserves a lot more than locking up," Tony growled. "He hurt my kid."
"Don't do anything that you'll regret," Natasha warned him. "You'll get locked up and Morgan does not need to grow up with her dad in prison."
"You'd better be right," Tony told Natasha. He turned to Ross. "Move it, or I will not hesitate to shoot you. I can cause a lot of pain without killing, but of course you know that." Tony eyed the bucket of water darkly and when Ross hesitated Tony blasted it so water splattered up on him. "Move." Tony ordered again and he quickly began walking, following the others.
"Nearly there," Rhodey encouraged Peter. "We've got doctors on the quinjet. They'll patch you up in no time."
"I'm fine," Peter grunted, struggling on. Rhodey rolled his eyes slightly at how similar he was to Tony when he was hurt. He would never admit it and it seemed Peter wouldn't either. "Is Tony coming?" He asked. He honestly didn't know if Tony would kill Ross or not. Besides, he wanted to be with Tony. He was hurt, tired and wanted comfort.
"He's right behind us," Steve said after Rhodey and Steve exchanged looks. "Don't worry."
"Protocol omega," Ross said suddenly as they walked through the Raft. He ducked down suddenly as sirens began to blare loudly and within a few moments guards that they hadn't come across when getting Peter emerged in the corridor.
"Keep them occupied," Tony said quickly and Natasha nodded, knowing Tony wanted to give Peter time to get out. The two of them managed keep the guards preoccupied. Distracted, they didn't notice Ross getting his hands on a gun. Natasha's eyes widened as she saw the bullet fly from the gun towards Tony's head. From the other end of the corridor, there was nothing that she could do to stop it.
"Tony!" Her eyes shot up to the ceiling where she saw something drop next to Tony's head, intercepting the bullet. Peter fell to the floor, blood gushing from his side. At the loud bang and shout, Tony spun round to see Peter on the floor. Without hesitation, Tony blasted in Ross' general direction as he ducked down, panicking. Rhodey and Steve rushed in, Rhodey's guns blazing and Steve's shield flying around.
"Kid," Tony said, as Peter struggled to sit up.
"He was gonna shoot you," Peter whispered, unable to find the strength to move. "I stopped it."
"Cover me," Tony yelled, putting his helmet back up and picking Peter up. "You're gonna be okay." Peter nodded, the pain from the bullet being too painful for him to talk anymore. It had been worth it though. They had been just about to leave, when the alarms went off. They had tried to stop him from coming back, but he had jumped on the ceiling and managed to crawl back. He had just arrived when he saw Tony about to be shot. Jumping down and taking the bullet was all that he could do to stop it.
"Get him to the quinjet," Natasha replied, taking out another couple of guards. The blasters on Tony's suit activated and he flew out, holding Peter in his arms, trying to keep him in as comfortable a position that he could be in whilst shot and flying through the air.
"He's shot," Tony said, his suit disappearing as he laid Peter down. The three doctors rushed around him, connecting him up to machines and applying pressure to the wound. "Stay with me kiddo, it's gonna be okay." He stared down at Peter. His skin looked deadly pale compared to the blood soaking through his clothes.
His heart pounded as he watched the doctors working. Everything had happened so quickly. He barely knew what was happening. One moment him and Nat had been leading Ross out of the Raft, the next there were guards and there was fighting and then Peter had been there, a bullet in him and bleeding.
He barely noticed as the others entered the quinjet and it set off. "We're losing him," He heard one of the doctors murmur.
"Peter please," Tony begged. "I can't lose you."
"The bullet hit a vessel, restricting blood flow to the heart," One of the doctors said. Tony stared in fear as the heart rate monitors began to beep.
"No Peter," Tony whispered, tears pouring down his face. He felt Rhodey's hand fall on his shoulder.
"He's gone," Tony heard those dreaded words. "The restricted blood flow caused a heart attack."
"No," He whispered, moving some of Peter's hair out of his face. "Please spiderling," He begged. "You can't be dead." But the frightening amount of blood said otherwise.
Please don't kill me for ending the chapter here. I've already written the next chapter so I'll upload it tomorrow so there's not long to wait. I'm not saying what happens, only that the angst is nearly over. I hope you enjoyed and please drop me a review, I love hearing from you guys.