Day Twelve: "Who are you?" [Bio!Dad Tony + No Powers AU]
"Hey, Dad!" Peter called as he entered the hotel room. "Sorry I took so long. I couldn't get enough of the scenery."
Peter went to the kitchen and placed his backpack next to the island. He opened the fridge and got himself a can of coke. It was warmer than the weather estimated but because of that it was the perfect excuse to stay outside longer. And check out the beach since he and Tony had yet to do that.
The only thing this vacation needed was Pepper and it would be complete. Peter found it almost disheartening that she couldn't make it. But at least he was here with his father and his father had just come back from a long trip. They needed this time together.
Peter opened the can and walked into the lounge. "Da- what the…"
A bulky man in a white suit sat on one of the couches staring out the large window. He didn't recognize this man. He didn't look like one of the hotel employees. Peter put his drink down on the side table and stepped forward, frowning.
"Excuse me?" he said, hesitantly. "Who are you?"
"Oh, I didn't hear you enter." The man finally looked at him.
That sounded like BS considering Peter called for Tony just a few seconds after entering the hotel room.
"You didn't answer me. Who are you?"
"I'm a man hoping to collaborate with your father. My name is Wilson Fisk." The man, Wilson Fisk, stood from the couch. He was much taller standing. Peter felt tiny. "Rather...I need something that I lost recently. It's a shame what going to prison does to people."
Peter's eyes widened and he stepped back. He opened his mouth to shout but stopped when Fisk raised a hand.
"No, you don't want to do that," Fisk said. "Don't make a fuss. Nothing will happen."
That also sounded like BS.
He decided on a risky thing. Because the phone was on the other side of the room, behind Fisk, Peter decided he'd go for the kitchen phone. He was close enough to it and Fisk didn't seem to be armed so he could turn his back on him and not risk getting shot.
Peter turned and ran to the kitchen. He ignored the rushed footsteps behind him and jumped onto the counter to grab the phone. With shaky fingers he pressed 911 and hoped for the best.
"Nine-One-One, what's your emergency?"
"I need help! There's a man-"
"Ah, there's my kid. Are you making prank calls again?" Fisk spoke loudly, more likely than not trying to get the operator to hear his voice over Peter's. "You should know better by now!"
Then Fisk's large arms wrapped around his waist and tugged him away and the phone was forced out of his hand. From what he saw, the phone was still on call. Peter started kicking and shouting.
"Let me go! Let me go! He-"
Fisk clamped a hand over his mouth and continued to drag him away. Peter didn't stop struggling. Even with the phone out of his hand, the operator no doubt heard him shouting before getting dragged away. That was hopefully enough indication to them that something was really wrong and this wasn't a prank call.
"Kids these days," Fisk muttered, shaking his head. "Always making a fuss."
Fisk took Peter to his room and threw him into a chair. Peter went to stand but he was pushed back down. He tried again but was punched this time. Peter fell back in the chair and held his eye.
"Stay down. Don't move. Don't make me hurt you more than necessary."
"What do you want?" Peter asked, deciding to obey. "Why are you here? What-"
"You just don't know when to shut up, do you?" Fisk said, with a cold glare. "I told you why I'm here."
"You said you needed something from my dad," Peter said. He shifted uncomfortably. "What is it…?"
"That is between me and your father. You will stay here and be quiet."
"No!" Peter hopped up from the chair. "I won't let you near him!"
Fisk laughed, a terrible sound. "Ah, you're funny. You don't have a choice."
Tony stepped into the hotel room and stretched his arms. "Hey, kiddo! Sorry I'm late. Traffic was insane."
"Tony Stark?"
Tony whipped around and saw an unfamiliar man in the lounge. His instincts went off immediately and he stepped forward. If a stranger was in his room and knew his name then he was probably here for one reason and one reason only. But the first thing on his mind was Peter.
"Where's Peter?" he demanded. "Who are you?"
"Peter's fine. My name is Wilson Fisk," the intruder said. "You may have heard-"
"Yeah, I've heard of you. You've had quite a bit of trouble with the law," Tony said sharply. "Now, where's my son?"
"I told you he's fine."
"That's not what I asked, asshole."
"He's not hurt."
"You piece of-"
"But he'll get hurt if you don't calm down."
Tony stopped advancing on him and settled for a glare. "The floor is yours."
"Shall we sit down?" Fisk gestured to the chairs. "Discuss this like the businessmen we are?"
Tony obliged but didn't stop glaring. He tapped his watch, pressing the emergency button. The police would be on their way soon. He had to stall. He was already preparing negotiation speeches in his head.
"Okay, we're sitting. Now, get to it. What do you want?"
"I need money."
Surprise, surprise.
"And a building. A large building."
That's new.
"What do you need a building for?" Tony asked. "Everyone asks for money- you aren't original, Fisk. But why a building?"
"Why do you think? I'm a businessman," Fisk said. "I need a place to operate."
"And you want me to buy you a building and give you millions of dollars," Tony said dryly.
"That's about right. This is what happens when you're stuck in prison," Fisk continued. "I got out and now I have no place to operate and little to no money to operate with."
Tony scoffed. "Well, with that fancy suit you must have some money to start yourself off with."
"Not enough." Fisk scowled. "What do you say?"
Tony hummed, pretending to contemplate what Fisk wanted. He wasn't planning on giving him anything. He was going to get him in jail again. The police were going to be here any second. He tapped his foot, rubbed his chin, stared at the ceiling and then finally looked back at Fisk.
"No," Tony said, bluntly. "There's your answer. Now, where's my kid?"
"That's what I was planning on giving you in return," Fisk said with a strange sweetness in his tone. Tony hated it. "You give me my money and building and I'll give you your son. It's a perfect business transaction."
"No," Tony repeated, losing patience. He stood. "I suggest you leave now or who knows? You might end up in jail again."
Fisk also stood. "I've done my time-"
"Yeah and you're going to do more."
"Your son tried calling the police when he saw me. But I made sure to reassure them it was just a prank call."
"Oh, I'm sure you did," Tony said. "But I didn't."
"What-"
Right then the police burst through the hotel room door. Tony stepped back and let them handle it. He watched as the police got Fisk in the handcuffs he belonged in and read him his Rights. As they took Fisk out, the bald man didn't stop glaring. Tony simply smirked at him. It was his fault for not thinking Tony had something up his sleeve in worst case scenarios.
"Now then…"
He doubted the idiot had his child hidden far away. He started his search.
"Peter!" he called. "Where are you, kiddo? Fisk is gone!"
He halted when he heard a strange noise coming from Peter's room. It almost sounded like thumping. Like he was kicking something. A door or the wall or something. Tony went to his room and found it empty. Then he heard a muffled sound from the closet. He opened the double doors and was not happy with what he saw.
Peter was tied to his chair with duct tape covering his mouth. Fisk no doubt hit him, if the black eye was any implication. Peter's eyes were almost apologetic when they met Tony's.
Tony wished he socked Fisk before the police arrived. He quickly untied his kid and gently peeled the tape off his mouth. His lip was split. Peter lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Tony and buried his face in his shoulder. Tony rubbed his back and kissed his temple. He took him out of the closet.
"I'm sorry, Dad! I'm sorry. I tried to call the police and I wanted to protect you but he-"
"Stop right there," Tony said. He kept his hands on Peter's shoulders and pulled back so they could be eye to eye again. "This isn't your fault, kiddo. He was bigger than you and stronger than you. I'm proud of your efforts. You did your best."
"But…"
Tony flicked his forehead. Peter pouted and swatted his hand away.
"No buts," Tony said. "This is my fault in the end. He wanted something from me."
"Daaad, I hate it when you do that."
Tony frowned. "Do what?"
"Blame yourself!"
Tony laughed. "Yeah, like you're one to talk, kiddo."
Peter huffed.
"But it's over now. You're safe, he's back in jail and I promise I won't let him near you again."
Peter smiled. "Love you, Dad."
"Love you, too, Petey-pie."
Author's Note: And here we have a Bio!Dad Tony AU! It might be the first and it might be the last. I don't know yet. I might add Bio!Dad Tony again.
Also, I know Fisk hasn't had any interactions with Peter and Tony (as far as I'm aware), however! I needed a bad guy and I read in a couple AU fics on AO3 where Fisk was in as a bad guy, so I just went with that. I was originally going to do Beck but changed my mind. I don't remember why at the time I wrote this.
But I'll say this. Fisk will be back but not in an AU.
That's all for now. I'll see ya'll in the next chapter.
Thanks for reading!
~Kurosaki
