Welcome to a new story! Finally...

Sorry, I kinda put this off for a while cus I'm kinda really lazy. Hopefully, this won't be cringe like my other fanfics.

If you prefer to read on Ao3, it's posted there!

Anyway, enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters! They belong to the MCU! I only own the plot!

It was one of those days where you think, nothing could possibly go wrong today. It was both Tony and Peter's favorite weather. A vibrant blue sky with the sun hiding behind pillowy wisps of cumulus and the perfect amount of a cool summer breeze. The mentor and mentee were strolling down the slightly cracked sidewalk as normal people to their favorite ice cream spot. For once, the leeches of the press weren't breathing down their necks asking their annoyingly intimate questions. There weren't any cameras being flashed in their faces and no notepads being pushed at them to sign...well to Tony. No one was paying them any mind.

And the both of them were thrilled.

"We got lucky today kid." Tony says looking down at the teen.

"It's almost too good to be true!" Peter says excitedly. He loved Tony with everything he had. The man was like a father to him. One of the very few downsides of being close to Tony Stark is the press. They follow his mentor everywhere desperate to get the latest scoop before the others. Peter despised the paparazzi with a passion. And with his spider-senses, everything way worse for him than it actually is. His first time, he had a panic attack on the spot. Tony only managed to get him in the car before Peter broke down into a sobbing wreck. So having a day, a normal day, with his mentor was a blessing.

Tony smiles fondly at his kid. The boy who looks so much like him, with his tousled brunette hair, his coffee-colored eyes and his genius intellect, he almost can't believe Peter isn't his own. Not that he isn't. Whether Tony likes it or not, he is Peter's mentor and father-figure. He was lucky enough to have the boy's aunt point that out for him. It took him a little while to accept the fact but when he did, he knew. He's known for a while now. He loved it. He loved Peter. Sure he knew he would never in a millenia, deserve Peter no matter how much he tries to right the wrongs of his past but Tony could never give the boy up. Call him selfish. And in the picture perfect moments like these, Tony starts to finally think about just how lucky he is. He had Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, May, the Avengers team, and finally this amazing, stupid, brilliant, self-less, perfect kid. He had a complete family for the first time in a long time.

"A penny for your thoughts?" Peter asks, glancing up at the cerulean sky.

"Only a penny? I'm a billionaire kid. You're gonna have to give a lot more than that to get a glimpse into my head." Tony smirks.

"Geez. You are so full of yourself. It's just an expression Tony." Peter says rolling his eyes.

Tony chuckles, throwing an arm around Peter's shoulder's as they walk.

"But really. What's up?" Peter asks.

"Nothing kiddo. Just enjoying the day. And, figuring out which flavor to get." Tony says, laughing, as Peter's eyes light up and he rambles on and on about how he can't decide either.

"...you know I think I've settled on two. Hmm or maybe three. I've always wanted to go for English Toffee Caramel, but I always get Cake Batter instead so I'm going to get that finally. But I also want the Passion Fruit Sorbet cus it's my favorite." Peter tells his mentor as they walk up to the small shop.

"Kiddo. I could get you any ice cream you want at the Tower in less than an hour. You don't have to talk my ear off because you can't decide between two flavors." Tony says, shaking his head and smiling at the blushing teen.

Peter huffs. "Then you pick for me then. English Toffee Caramel or Passion Fruit Sorbet?"

"Flip a coin kid."

"I would but I don't have a coin." Peter points out as they enter the shop.

"I'm starting to regret coming here with you." Tony says playfully.

"No you don't." Peter smiles.

"No I don't." Tony agrees, rolling his eyes.

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"Hi. What can I get you today?"

"We'll get a-"

The lights go out.

"I'm sorry. It's probably an outage. The lights will probably be back in a bit." the employee says with a sigh.

"Tony? I think something's wrong." Peter says. His spider sense is blaring like a fire alarm inside his skull.

"It's ok kid. Let's just find the door. Hey this place doesn't have any windows." Tony realizes, squinting to find the door.

"No it's not that-" Peter tries. He's cut off by the door opening and a few pairs of feet tromping inside. Before Peter can react, one of them swings something at Tony's head and he falls to the ground knocked out.

"Tony!" Peter screams.

"Grab the kid quickly!" a raspy voice calls. Peter senses it coming. Relying on his spider senses, he grabs the object that feels like a gun and slams it into the man's forehead knocking him out.

"Stay away!" Peter yells.

The dim lights flicker on and the teen glares at the three figures in black apparel, and the knocked out man on the floor.

The man on the left steps forward, smirks and rolls his shoulders.

"I'll make this easy," he says pointing the gun at Tony's head.

"No!" Peter says, stepping forward.

"Uh uh uh." the man says pointing the gun at Peter. Peter stops fixing the man with a death glare.

"If you attempt to fight us, I'll blow his brains out you understand?" the man asks mockingly. Peter clenches his jaw but nods. He won't risk Tony's life.

"Alright boys. Take him." he says, gesturing to Peter. Everything else is a blur. Peter feels a prick in his neck and the last thing he remembers is the raspy voice.

"If you inform anyone what happened here, I'll be sure to kill you and your 3 year old son, and I won't make it quick you understand?"

"Y-yes."

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"Come on kid. Wake up. Nap time's over. Pete!" Tony whispers, desperately. Peter twitches but stays unconscious. Tony sighs and struggles with his bonds again to no avail. But being kidnapped wasn't even the worst part. Whoever abducted them knew who Peter was. They knew he was SpiderMan. He knew because they used regular rope on Tony, but tied Peter up with handcuffs. Tony doesn't know what metal it is, but they're definitely not normal handcuffs. Whatever it was, Peter's chair was chained to the ground with it too so he couldn't scooch over to Tony and untie him. And it made life a hell of a lot harder for Tony. Peter groans a little and his head lolls.

"Kid! Wake up!" Tony whisper-shouts. The teens eyes eventually flutter open.

"Tony?" Peter asks hoarsely.

"Yah it's me kid."

"Head hurts." Peter groans.

"I know bud. I'm so sorry." Tony tells him, his eyes beginning to water. It was his fault Peter was here. They probably only captured Peter for leverage against Tony.

"Not your fault." Peter says struggling in his bonds. "I-I can't get free Tony!"

"Shit. It's fine, kid. Let's just see what they want."

"Tony. They know who I am." Peter says, verging on panic.

"I know buddy. We'll figure it out." Tony tells him, trying to stay calm. All he hoped to do is keep Peter safe and try to direct the attention off of him. It was the least he could do as he was the one who got them into this mess.

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"Thinking that it is your fault. It's not." Peter says frowning at his mentor. Tony sighs. He knew Peter could read him as well as Tony could read Peter. Maybe even better.

"You wouldn't be here if it weren't for me and my dumbassery." Tony sighs.

"I'd rather be here with you than you be here alone." Peter admits honestly. Tears start to prick the back of Tony's eyes again.

"Don't say that kiddo."

"It's the truth."

Tony stays silent.

The door opens and Peter's breath catches.

"Thank you for the hospitality." Tony says, giving the man a fake smile. He smirks.

"I hope you found the ride here...comfortable." he sneers.

"Sorry bud. We don't know. We were kind of knocked out." Peter says. Tony stares at the teen with a clear 'shut up' look.

"Ok let's cut to the chase. What do you want? And what do I call you because, psycho guy who has nothing better to do than kidnap geniuses and their kid is kind of a mouthful." Tony asks exasperatedly. The man walks toward Tony and peers down at him.

The guy laughs. "You are funny Stark. I'll give you that. And as for me, you can call me Ryan. Oh and I don't want anything from you. Hmm... actually that's a lie…" he trails off.

"Well? Use your words buddy." Tony says rolling his eyes. Ryan growls and puts his hands on the chairs armrests, getting into Tony's face.

"The only thing I want from you is your pain. I'm going to watch you suffer at my hands Stark. You are going to wish you were dead. And after I'm done, I will kill you slowly, intimately, in every way I know you fear." he says, his voice low. Tony narrows his eyes.

Peter struggles in his bonds. "Get away from him you sick bastard!" Peter yells. Without looking away from the billionaire's eyes, Ryan decks Peter in the face as hard as he could muster. Peter's neck snaps up but he keeps the glare on his face.

"Don't. Touch. Him." Tony threatens, seething. He gives Tony an amused smile.

"But," Ryan continues. "According to the information from some of my acquaintances, and my, my Stark. I'm disappointed. For a billionaire you are quite easy to grab." he says mockingly. Tony clenches his jaw.

"Anyway. They tortured you, but it wasn't getting anywhere. And I think I figured out why." he says triumphantly.

"Yeah? Then let's hear it then." Tony says, yawning.

"It's because you hate yourself far more than any of us could ever hate you. It doesn't matter who we are trying to avenge or how much anger we have against you, you'll always despise yourself ten times more. Because you feel guilt for every single death you cause. You think you deserve to die. You deserve to feel pain. Which is why, my friends, they can't get the reaction they want from you." he says knowingly.

Peter looks at his mentor in horror as Tony looks at the floor.

"I'm right huh?" he taunts. Tony doesn't answer. Ryan grabs a few locks of Peter's hair and tugs upward painfully. Peter's eyes water as he keeps the yelp of pain inside.

Tony thrashes at his bonds, desperately trying to get to Peter. "Yes. Congrats. You figured it out." Tony says, glaring at him with every ounce of anger within him. Ryan releases Peter and the teen slumps into his seat.

"But don't worry Stark. I'm not one of those dumbasses. I have been observing you for a while. The media says Tony Stark doesn't care for anyone but himself, with the exception of Pepper Potts." Ryan pauses. "And it was going to be her, when I noticed this guy." Ryan says gesturing at Peter.

"You're insane." Peter growls. Ryan huffs in amusement.

"And it is more than just SpiderMan isn't it Stark? You love this kid. He's your kid. And don't even think about lying to me. It will be much worse for you."

"This is between you and me. Leave the kid out of this." Tony says, trying to leave the fear out of his voice.

"I'm afraid I can't do that Anthony. You see, this kid is the only way I can truly break you. And unfortunately for you and the kid, I'm going to use it." Ryan sneers.

Tony thrashes in his bonds again, breathing heavily. "If you touch my kid-"

Peter glares at their captor. "Why are you doing this? He didn't do anything to you."

Ryan's eyes flash dangerously. "You could not even fathom what I have lost because of this waste of space."

Peter seethes at the insult but persists. "Then make us understand. What did he do to you that was so supposedly horrible?"

"Peter." Tony says with a warning look. Peter ignores him.

"Fine. The kid wants to know what his hero did to me. I'll tell you. Do you remember what happened April 17th Stark?" Ryan asks pointedly.

Tony thinks for a second. "That apartment complex near the tower caught on fire. SpiderMan got a few people out before I had to step in. I saved everyone I could that he missed."

Ryan nods and clenches his jaw. "And why don't you tell me what happened after that?"

Tony growls internally. He doesn't want to do anything the man says but he won't risk Peter's safety. And Ryan was standing a little too close for comfort. "Peter inhaled too much smoke and I had to fly him to the MedBay. The firemen had already arrived." Tony tells him.

Ryan's face contorts into a scowl. "Now, I'll tell you my story. I was out getting my little girl ice cream that day. My wife and daughter were both in the apartment. They tried to escape when they heard the alarms...but they were trapped. My wife called me knowing that someone else had probably called 911. And in the background I could hear my little girl, my 8 year old daughter saying that everything would be fine. Because SpiderMan and IronMan would come and save them," Ryan stopped to see the downcast look on the young teen's face and the anxious look on the billionaire's. "And you both went right past them. He," Ryan says pointing at Peter furiously, " was in over his head so you carried him to the MedBay in your fancy tower while you left my family to burn to death." Ryan seethes.

Tony sighs sadly looking at the guilty tears in his kid's eyes. He's been in this situation before, and as horrible as it is, he's had to learn that they can't save everyone. He was forced to learn. For Peter's sake.

"Look Ryan. If I would have known your wife and daughter were in there, I would have gone back for them. The smoke was disrupting my-"

"Bullshit! Stop making excuses Stark! That boy was fine! And you choose him over my entire family!" Ryan screams, cutting Tony off.

Peter takes a deep breath. "Ryan, I'm really sorry that this happened to you. And I'm really sorry I couldn't save them. You didn't deserve it. Your daughter and wife deserved to live full lives." Peter says mournfully. Ryan turns to look at him curiously, then turns back to look at Tony.

"Where did you steal this kid Stark? He's not a selfish bastard like you." Ryan mocks. Tony silences Peter with a look before Peter can retaliate.

Gritting his teeth, Peter speaks up again. "But, please don't blame it on us. We tried to save as many people as we could. We put our lives on the line to get as many people out as possible. I know that your daughter or wife wouldn't want you to do this." Peter pleads.

"You don't know what they would have wanted. Because he left them to die." Ryan says darkly, glaring at Tony. Tony lets out a small breath of relief. Their captor only blames him, not Peter. Maybe he can keep the attention on himself and keep his kid safe. Tony could figure something out. He had to. Peter's safety depended on it.

"Look buddy. I'm sorry I couldn't save your family. I will have to live with it like I have to live with everyone else I couldn't save. You're not going to let me go, I get that. But just let the kid go. He didn't do anything. Don't rob him of the life that your daughter was supposed to have." Tony says, keeping his head down.

Ryan steels himself to put a smirk on his face. "I like you begging. And to be honest Stark, I don't really want to hurt the kid. But that's another thing you'll have to live with. He's going to get hurt because of you."

Tony lounges at him but Peter gets there first. "Listen here you bastard. Tony already feels guilty for everyone he can't save which he shouldn't because no one can save everyone. It's not his-"

"Pete."

Peter stops at the look of pain in his mentor's eyes.

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Ryan snorts. "I like you kid. You remind me of my daughter in some ways. I'm sorry you'll have to see me hurting your father in front of you. Not sorry I'm going to hurt him though. He deserves every minute."

"He not my-"

"I'm a father kid. Well, I was. I know how a father looks at his kid. You guys are as good as father and son even if it isn't blood. Unfortunately for you, it's going to suck a lot more because of that." Ryan smiles sickly.

For the first time since they've been here, Tony sees a look of fear cross the teen's face.

"But don't worry. For now, I'm going to teach Stark here a lesson. You know, just because I can." Ryan cackles. "Come in boys!"

Two men dressed in black entire with a large tub filled to the brim with water. Tony realizes immediately and looks at Peter to gauge his reaction. Peter just looks at it in confusion.

"Bring back memories Stark?" Ryan taunts.

"If you have any heart left at all. If you were ever a good father, please take my kid out of the room." Tony requests, his voice low.

"Tony? What are you doing? What is he talking about?" Peter asks fearfully. Their captor ignores him.

"Hmm…" Ryan hums, thinking about it. Suddenly, he snaps his finger's and the two men untie Tony and drag him to the tub despite his efforts and Peter's screams.

"How about...no. Sorry Stark."

"Tony!"

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