Hey everyone! So sorry, I know I missed an update but I was neck-deep in school stuff and I didn't get around to it. But anyway, Chapter 6 is here!
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"Haven't you had enough Tony? Just tell me the passwords and I'll let you get back to the kid. If not it's gonna suck for the kid. Haven't you put him in enough pain?" Ryan asks Tony. Tony heaves as he shakes the water out of his eyes and glares at Ryan.
"Fuck you." Tony gasps. Ryan shrugs nonchalantly and gestures to the tub again.
Tony is forced back into the water, the men's hands at his neck and arms, forcing him down. Peter lets out gut-wrenching screams, muffled by the gag at his mouth.
As Tony finally gives up and passes out and Ryan throws him to the floor in disgust.
"Stubborn little fuck." Ryan mutters as he leaves the room. The two men don't even bother to drug Peter anymore. The one time he did try to fight back before they drugged him they brought out the tazers. Peter really didn't want to feel those again. Plus they threatened to use it on Tony if he didn't stand down. As Peter is released he doesn't even acknowledge that the men are still in the room he just races to Tony's side and turns him to his side.
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"Tony? You have to breathe. Come on." Peter pleads, his hands hovering over Tony's trembling body.
Tony heaves and throws up water and the pitiful lunch they were given. "Shit." Tony mutters. Tony fists a hand in Peter's shirt and just lays there, trying not to fall into a panic attack.
"We'll be out of here soon I promise." Peter says, holding Tony's other hand. Tony slowly rises off the floor and sits on his knees with some effort.
"You ok kid?" Tony asks weakly.
"Am I ok?" Peter asks in disbelief.
"Bad question. Don't start... I don't have the energy to listen to you rant." Tony says as he puts a slightly shaking hand on the ground to steady himself.
"They are going to pay." Peter glowers, ignoring Tony.
Tony sighs. "Are you sure you want to go through with this kiddo?"
"Do we really have a choice? It's all we got." Peter reasons.
Tony stays silent. He knows it's the only option they have but he still can't help but worry. What if Peter got hurt?
"Just be careful." Tony relents.
Peter nods and wraps his arms around Tony's torso. Tony puts his head into the crook of Peter's shoulder and involuntarily shudders. "Don't do anything stupid. Grey area remember?" Tony says quietly.
Peter nods. "I'll be fine. I can do this."
Tony gives him a small encouraging nod and Peter stands up. He then looks at Tony, gives a convincing gag for the camera, and bolts to the corner.
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"Hey...hey I think I'm getting something." Natasha says, suddenly alert. Everyone looks up, they're expressions filled with hope. Steve sprints to her side.
"What?"
"Someone is trying to hack into Friday." Natasha says, trying not to get ahead of herself. She doesn't want to give anyone false hope, but who else could it be?
Everyone comes racing to her side.
"Track it! Track it!" Rhodey tells her.
"I'm trying! I think they're doing this on a desktop comp, harder to track." she mutters. After a few minutes, she slams her hand on the table.
"Got it!" She exclaims. "Cheshire, Connecticut. I sent the coordinates to the Quinjet!" Natasha says over her shoulder as she raced to her room to get changed.
As everyone trips over their feet to get their suits, Steve yells after them. "If you're not out in 3 minutes, we're leaving without you!"
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Peter sticks to the wall and takes out the camera inside the wall. He crawls up as quick as he can and settles in the roof above the door. As he does this, he keeps an eye on Tony who is putting up an Oscar-winning performance. He's wincing and calling at him asking if he's ok. Peter almost snorts, but decides against it. It wasn't a snort worthy moment. To be frank, Peter was terrified. If this didn't work, their world would be much worse then the hell it already is.
About four seconds after he's settled in the ceiling, the guard guy comes bursting in.
"What did you twerps do?" he grunts, his eyes landing on Tony. Peter chooses this moment to let go, crushing the guard with his body weight and knocking him out cold.
Peter grunted in pain as he hopped off the guys passed out body. He had landed awkwardly on his left foot and add his fatigue, and he was in trouble. Tony came over as fast as he could on his bad leg and got the gun off the man.
"You ok kid?" Tony asks, looking at Peter's pained expression with concern.
"I'm fine. We gotta go."
"Ok quick! Pete let's go." He whispers. He effortlessly cocks the gun and puts the strap over his chest.
They close the heavy door slowly and lock it from the outside. They both run into the hallway, Peter in the lead.
They don't run into anyone as Peter checks all the doors.
"There's one in here!" Peter whispers excitedly, forgetting the pain in his foot, and pointing to the desktop computer inside the second to last room down the hall.
"Great. Inside! Inside!" Tony tells him, pushing the teen inside and closing the door quietly."
"What the hell?" A guy says as he steps out of the bathroom. Peter makes quick work of him, punching him in the side of the head, effectively knocking him out.
"Good work kid. Now shoot anyone who comes in. This damn door doesn't have a lock." Tony says taking off the strap.
"I don't know how to use a gun!" Peter squeaks. He really wishes he took Rhodey up on those shooting lessons he had offered about a month ago. He probably made an excuse about to much work and escaped to the lab. Peter is really regretting that right about now.
Tony groans. "Ok first thing after we get over this shit, I'm telling SourPatch and Nat to give you lessons." he says, pulling the strap back on.
Peter lets out a small laugh as he wills the computer to turn on faster. "Agh this freaking bucket." Peter complains.
"I've spoiled you. Ok Pete when the bucket turns on, access SI's mainframe and hack into Friday. Just mess around with the code and they should be able to trace the signal."
Peter nods. "If you can successfully trace a 300-year-old Dell." Peter scoffs. Tony rolls his eyes.
"Just do it!"
"Ok, ok! Jeez."
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Peter's hands fly across the keyboard faster than they ever have before. Fear fuels his motions and he forces his mind to forget his fatigue, if only temporarily. He fills his head with thoughts of reuniting with his family as he successfully hacks into SI.
"Got it! Tony, I can hack you so easy." Peter snorts.
"Only you kid. Hurry the hell up though!" Tony says impatiently.
"They better be paying attention." Peter mutters as he gets into Friday's codes.
Tony hears footsteps tromping down the hall, opening the first door. Tony's eyes widen and he gestures to Peter, and then the door. Peter, if humanly possible, types even faster, desperately messing with every little thing. He even ruins the Baby Monitor Protocol. Of course, unintentionally.
"Come on…come on." He mutters under his breath. After a solid minute and a half of messing with the codes, Peter gives Tony a thumbs up. Tony lets out a relieved sigh, pulls Peter behind him and opens the door. Peter mouths 'exit' with a questioning look and Tony shakes his head. He has no idea where it could be but to get to it they would have to sneak past the second and third rooms which were what Ryan's goons were searching in. For, most likely, him and Peter.
The stomps get louder and louder and Tony's anxiety increases more and more every second. They were gonna be caught. No doubt about it. These men all had guns. Maybe not as much training as Tony has had, but three guys with guns versus a guy with one gun and a tired enhanced teen didn't sound like a winning battle.
"Ok kid. Did you turn the computer off?" Tony asks him, barely above a mutter.
"Yeah. And I erased the history." Peter says, matching his mentor's tone.
"Ok. Kid we're going to have to get caught." Tony says, wincing. Peter looks at him with wide eyes.
"Are you out of your-"
"They're about to find us so I need you to shut your trap for once and listen." Tony interrupts. Peter's eyes dart to the door and he looks down.
"Ok I'm going to go out, and when they go into the room two doors to the left, we'll go into another room. When we hear them coming, we'll act like we're only just about to go into this room understand?" Tony explains quickly but quietly.
Peter shakes his head. "Tony. When they see us they're going to shoot." Peter tries.
"It's better than them knowing we sent a signal." Tony says, peering through the small crack in the door. They were so close. Shit.
"This is a suicide mission." Peter groans, looking through the crack and willing his enhanced hearing to stop being a wuss and work again. No such luck.
They hear loud footsteps coming out one door and going into the next.
Tony mouths 'go!' and they bolt into the hall, open the door as quietly as they can, and slip inside. Tony immediately opens the door and motions Peter to follow him. They take a deep breath and sneak into the hall, just as the guys searching for them come out of the room right next to they're.
"Stop right the hell there!" One guy shouts. A bullet echoes across the hall and both Tony and Peter flinch violently. The three men surround them.
"You thought you could escape huh? Boss is gonna love this." the guy in front of Peter says gleefully.
"Hey boss! We found them. They were tryna sneak into the computer room." the guy standing behind them says into what looks like a walkie talkie.
Ryan walks out into the hallways unhurriedly, cocking the gun in his hand.
"You idiots really thought you could escape?" Ryan asks, amused.
"This place isn't exactly a party. I think we've overstayed our stay." Tony says glaring at Ryan.
Ryan ignores him. "Both of you are going to pay. Oh and Tony? You've been bad. He's going to pay for it." Ryan says as a shot rings out.
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As if in slow motion Peter sees the bullet coming toward him. Just as he's sure it's going to pierce his stomach. He's pushed out of the way.
"Shit!" Tony groans as the bullet embeds itself into his right thigh.
"Tony!" Peter tells as he catches him before he hits the ground. Peter groans as he tries to hold him up but they both go crashing to the floor.
"Oh my God. Why-Tony are you with me? There's s-so much blood. I-I, Tony!" Peter pleads as his mentor's eyes begin to shut.
"Agh that sucks." Tony says, clenching his teeth as he tried to suck it up.
Ryan is momentarily stunned. He covers it up with a smirk. "Get them into their room." He commands as he walks down the hall and out of sight.
"Get up or we'll drag you." One if them grunts.
"You shot him in the fucking leg. Give us a fucking second." Peter says, beyond enraged.
"Pete I'm fine." Tony groans. Even in this much pain, Tony is still concerned when Peter curses like that. He's never really seen this much anger in Peter. If he were the guys, he would be pretty damn scared.
"Tony you dumbass. Why the-" Peter tries.
"You know why. Now shut up and help me up." Tony tells him, mentally slapping himself at Peter's wince. He'll apologize later, there are more important things going on at the moment.
Peter manages to get Tony up on his good leg.
But, they find out pretty quickly that Tony can't walk on his right leg. Each time Tony puts even a little pressure on it, white-hot burning pain shoots up his leg.
Tony lets out a strangled yell and Peter stops immediately. They begin to walk forward slowly, Tony leaning heavily on Peter as he shuffles on his leg. Tony can feel the energy drain out of him every second as more blood pours out of his leg.
"Not going out for ice cream ever again. At least not without a squad of SHIELD agents." Peter says, as he half leads, half carries Tony back into the door they came from.
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Tony doesn't answer, sweating from the effort. Peter helps Tony down to the floor slowly, then falls to the floor, breathing heavily.
"This really sucks." Peter complains, trying to catch his breath. "I could carry you like a paperweight before."
"Welcome to being human." Tony groans. Peter immediately scrambles to Tony's side to get a good look at the bullet wound.
"It's still in there Tony." Peter says, examining it. Tony nods and throws his head back. "It's gonna get infected if we leave it in there."
"Yeah I know." Tony winces. Peter was the last person he wanted to ask of this, but there was no one else. And Tony trusts Peter with his life. "Kiddo. I'm gonna need you to get it out."
Peter swallows. "Tony, I-I can't." Peter's not a doctor. He's not even an Avenger. He's going to make it worse. What if he hurts Tony? He'll never forgive himself.
"You can. I trust you Pete." Tony pants. He can really feel the blood loss now.
"I'm going to hurt you-"
"It's going to suck for both of us but Peter there's no one else here." Tony says gently. Tony hated himself for doing this to his kid but he had to stay alive to make sure Peter got out of here.
"Ok...ok,ok." Peter hesitates. "Hold my arm or something."
Peter takes a deep breath and as carefully as he can, he put two fingers into the wound. Tony lets out a strangled scream and Peter holds back a sob.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Peter whispers as he tries to find the bullet.
"Shit." Tony swears. Agh he was right. It sucked. But he was trying to be quiet for Peter's sake. It wasn't working very well judging by the tears streaming down Peter's face. Seeing his kid cry was worse than any of the pain he was going through.
"It's fine kiddo." Tony manages to get out between a groan.
Peter eventually pulls out the bullet and chucks it across the room. His whole body is trembling as he cleans his hands on his jeans. "Don't ever. Ever. Make me do something like that ever again." Peter says shakily. His breathing quickens as he tries to get it together.
"Peter. I need you to breathe ok bud? I can't really move." Tony tells him softly.
"Yeah-yeah I know. I'm good, just give me a second." Peter says breathlessly. "W-we need to..um-tie it up. Um-so y-you don't lose more blood." Peter tells him, avoiding looking at his mentor. He really can't handle the guilt in Tony's eyes right now. He knows it's there, of course he does. But he just can't. Not right now.
"I'm so sorry kiddo." Tony says, the guilt lacing his words.
"Stop. Stop, i-it's not your fault. This is supposed to be me." Peter tells him, ripping another piece off his jeans to tie a tourniquet. Thank God Natasha taught him how to. He would have been screwed.
"You really think I would let him shoot you?" Tony asks pointedly.
"Yes, you should have ok? I heal faster than you. You should have let me take it." Peter says frustratedly. The only thing worse than being hurt is when Tony was hurt.
"You're as good as human right now, first of all. And second, I don't care! Are you serious? I would never let some asshat, especially that asshat, shoot my kid!" Tony says, his voice straining. Peter's hands stop for a second and Tony looks away.
"You should have! I'm tired of watching my family die!" Peter yells.
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"I'm not going to die Peter. I promise." Tony says quietly.
"Yeah? Well, you jumped in front of a bullet without giving a crap." Peter says, his hands still gentle but his voice hard.
"I'm going to push you out of the way every time Peter. You're going to have to get over that." Tony says, closing his eyes.
Peter forgets his anger at Tony momentarily. "Tony!" Peter says, shaking his shoulder.
"Mmm." Tony groans. Yup, he was getting dizzy.
"Don't you dare. Don't close your eyes!" Peter pleads.
"I'm fine kid. Just tired." Tony mumbles, his eyes fluttering open.
"Just don't ok?" Peter whispers. Tony sighs.
"Come'ere kiddo." Tony says, opening his arms. Careful not to jostle the wound, Peter leans his head on Tony's shoulder, and places an arm around his back.
"And I'll always try to push you first." Peter whispers. Tony's heart breaks a little bit when he sees the tears build up in Peter's eyes as he stares at the bullet wound.
"Fine then. I was always competitive. We'll see." Tony says gently, carding a hand through Peter's hair. Peter closes his eyes, his breathing evening out.
Suddenly the door swings open and a seething Ryan comes sprinting in. As he does, a crash sounds somewhere above them.
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"You two are dead." Ryan growls clutching a knife in his hand.
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