I'm back! Wow, um, yah, another chapter... Yay. Ok, so, in response to Midnite Girl, the wires are the thing taking the place of the arc reactor, being not as stable, and harming him, but none the less keeping him alive. I hope that clears it up for some of you guys. I hope you enjoy!
Peter's POV
"So let me get this straight." I say. " We think Mr. Stark was kidnapped, most likely by someone who hates him a lot, which there has got to be a huge list for, and is perhaps being tortured for information at this very moment? "
All the Avengers nod slowly.
"Ok, so why did you bring me in here? You guys are the Avengers, and I'm just a friendly neighborhood Spiderman. Not really up at your level yet. So... Bye!" I say as I swing out the door. Probably weren't expecting that.
Actually, I think they might have, because one, the door to the stairs were locked, two, Friday had locked access to the elevator, and three, there was also no access to windows or rooms with windows. Poop. They really hated me.
Hold up.
I'm Spiderman, and I could easily knock down some door. The Avengers had probably finally reacted and were drawing closer to me. I honestly don't want to break through a window, but the stairs were on the other side of the Avengers.
So what do I do? Something hugely and immensely stupid.
I run towards the Avengers, jump over their heads onto the ceiling, and crawl over them to the the stairs. Then I proceed to break the door down. Easy. Then, before the Avengers can reach the stairs, I web up the doorway, and swing my way down the stairs. Wow, that was too easy. Almost like they made that easy..
I see the door. Freedom!
I'm almost out the door, but Friday says, "Mr. Parker, I have been asked to restrain you." Instantly after she said that, a weird cylinder cage thing drops from the ceiling.
I try and climb it. I slip and land on my behind.
Ouch. Must be non-stick.
The elevator dings and my Spidey sense triggers. About 30 seconds later, the Avengers tumbled out of the elevator.
"Ok Spidey. What the FRICK did you do that for?!" Clint yells, spooking everybody.
I ignore him and say, "Language Birdy, language. A child is present. "
"Don't tell me to mind my language! Mind your FRICKING manners! Leaving in the middle of a conversation, with the Avengers, no less!"
"Clint, the kid is right. Mind your language. He's only really, what, 15 years old." Captain America, the real Captain America, says. Though I ha've already met him, he is still a huge idol to me.
"Um, trapped Spidey over here! Can you let me out?" I say, trying to draw their attention back to me. I just want to be out of here.
"Sure, if you don't run off again." Natasha says.
"Fine. But you of all people should know how a spider reacts when scared." I pout.
"Oooooh, Spidey was scared!" Clint taunts.
I blush under the mask.
"Shut up!"
Tony's POV
(Cause that's who this story is really about!)
I don't know how to react. The person in front of me doesn't just want to torture me, but he wants to torture me, take my information, and then kill me in the worst and most painful way. Probably.
You want to know why? No, trust me you really don't. So here's the short version. Me and my buddies, the Avengers, beat him up, and didn't kill him, but I got to imagine that it hurt like heck.
Who is this man? Well, he's not really a man. He's a god.
And his name is Loki, God of Mischief.
Well there you go, I hope you enjoyed! I will return! Bye all, and stay creative!
