Peter could not believe that these guys had gotten the drop on him while he was walking home from school. He wasn't even being Spiderman at the time.
Oh. He wondered if they kidnapped him because he was Peter Rogers-Stark, not because he was Spiderman.
The handcuffs they had tied his hands back with and bound his ankles together with were not budging. They were strong - stronger than anything Peter could break through - and that scared him. The metal also was overwhelming against his wrists - he couldn't stand the feeling of it, but he tried to push that aside. He had bigger problems.
If they've kidnapped me when I'm not in my suit, but they are using material Spiderman can't break through… do they know who I am?
Peter had a sinking feeling that they did, and he tried to think about how he was going to get out of this.
They had knocked him out when they had grabbed him, and Peter had awoken in a car with no idea how much time had passed and where he was now. All he knew was that he was being led downwards.
They reached what must have been a basement. It was dark and musty. With his sight, Peter could see a single metal chair in the middle of the room, bolted to the floor. He wasn't able to fight as he was forced into it and tied down.
"Alright, Spidey." a deep voice said with a laugh. "Make yourself comfortable. You're going to be here a while."
Peter didn't say anything, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of a response. He relaxed marginally as they left, taking stock of his surroundings.
His watch had been removed from his wrist, and he could tell his phone wasn't in his pocket. There went two methods of tracking him.
"EDITH, vision and hearing to 100%," Peter whispered. He tried to keep his senses dulled during the school day to help him manage high school.
Nothing changed. Peter strained and realized he could hear the faint footsteps of his captors. His hearing was intact.
He was able to see his surroundings in the room, even without the light.
It took him longer than it should have to come to a conclusion - they had taken his contacts and his ear plugs.
Okay, so four possible trackers were gone now. Peter shifted, and winced a little. His shoulder had bumped the chair he was in. It took dedication to dig the tracker out of his skin - his Dad had inserted it deep. Peter could tell it was mostly healed, but he could only assume that they had removed his last tracker.
How the hell did they know about all of his trackers?
Peter tried not to panic as he came to an obvious conclusion: These people are dangerous. They know too much.
Dad and Papa have to have realized he's missing - they would be looking for him. They would find him.
But what if they thought he ran again?
No. Peter and his dads had come way too far with communicating. They couldn't think he would run again - could they?
It doesn't matter.
Peter took a deep breath to calm himself. Even if his dads thought he had run again, they would still look for him. They love him.
Peter wondered idly if that was the point. Draw out Iron Man and Captain America - or Tony Stark and Steve Rogers. Peter still hadn't figured out which they were after, considering they seemed to know he was both Peter and Spiderman - knowledge that was kept very secret.
Peter ignored the grumbling in his stomach. He'd been used to being hungry at one point, he could get used to it again. He could ignore it. He would ignore it.
Peter didn't know how long he had been down there when he heard footsteps again, but it was a long time. He refused to sleep, not wanting to miss an opportunity to escape if it presented itself.
Peter was surprised to see a woman appear from the walkway, a bottle of water in her hands.
"Who are you?" Peter asked. The woman didn't say anything, just walked over and opened the water bottle, holding it to Peter's lips.
Peter tried not to, but he was so thirsty. He prayed this wasn't a trick as he downed the entire water bottle in one sitting as she held it against his lips.
"Who are you?" He asked again when she was done. "Why am I here? Why are you doing this?"
She didn't even acknowledge that he spoke before exiting the room. Peter could hear her footsteps fade down the hall, and he was alone again.
The same girl came back periodically with a water bottle, forcing him to drink. Sometimes, she had an energy bar that she would feed him. This was never going to be enough for Peter, and he wondered if it was it's own type of torture. Feed him enough to remind him what food was like, to remind his stomach that he needed it, but not enough to ever get close to satisfying him.
Peter couldn't tell how long this had gone on. Three days? A week? With no clock, no light, and no schedule to his visits from the silent girl, Peter had no idea.
Fear started to creep in. Surely his dads were looking for him, right? Surely they realized he was missing, that something was wrong.
Peter kept reminding himself of all the effort his dads had gone through to find him when he had ran away. He knew they would do the same thing this time.
He pushed away the niggling thought at the back of his head wondering if they had even noticed he was missing.
That was old Peter - old Peter, who had thought his dads had been too busy being Avengers to even remember he existed. Old Peter, who had run from his dads instead of towards them.
New Peter knew that his dads love him. New Peter knew that they would never stop looking for him, knew that they would quit the Avengers for him if he asked, because Peter was more important than any mission.
Old Peter would have asked them to in a heartbeat.
New Peter understood what they did and why now more than ever - and would never allow them to quit for him.
Peter heard footsteps again - though he could hear multiple - at least two people? Maybe three? It was hard to tell with the echo in the hallway.
He didn't have to wonder long. Three tall figures appeared out of the shadow.
"Hello, little Peter." a voice drawled, stepping into the room. Peter didn't recognize him. "Or should I call you Spiderman?"
"Who are you?" He asked, proud of himself for keeping his voice level.
The man waved him off. "Don't worry yourself with my name." He smiled, and the malicious glint in his eyes sent a shot of fear through Peter's spine. His Spidey sense seemed to kick up a notch, though Peter hadn't really thought that that was possible at this point. The man approached Peter and swung, and Peter felt his nose start to gush blood. He then pulled out a knife, and sliced it across Peter's cheek. Peter tried to hold as still as possible, not wanting the knife to slip and hurt him more. The man stepped back then, pocketing his knife, to assess the damage. "Good." He nodded to his men.
One of them came over and shoved a newspaper in Peter's mouth. "Don't move." He grumbled, stepping back and turning on a flashlight before snapping a picture. The man came and yanked the paper out of Peter's mouth.
"Now, Indigo." the first man instructed. Peter barely had time to wonder what that meant when the third man approached him and stuck a needle into the back of his shoulder. Peter tensed, trying to rid himself of the man and the needle, but it was no use. There was a stinging sensation, and then everything went black.
AN: Lots of angst and fluff in this story. I hope you all liked the first chapter!