DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THESE CHARACTERS! I ONLY OWN THE PLOT!

Hey sorry this update is late but it is still sunday soooooo... yeah. Sorry. Anyway, if you guys didn't know, I posted a new story called In a Heartbeat which you should go check out if you like Harley and Peter's bromance! There's lots of Irondad too so go check it out!

Ok, without further ado, here's Chapter 7!

"Hey Friday? Where's Steve? And Natasha? Where is everyone?" May asks, walking into the common room with Pepper.

" Mr Rogers, Ms Romanoff, and the rest of the Avengers left the Tower 2 minutes ago." FRIDAY informs them. Both Pepper and May's heart stop a beat.

"Where?" Pepper asks.

"They found a possible signal from Peter and the Boss. They are headed to Connecticut in the Quinjet." FRIDAY says.

"Call the Quinjet." Pepper commands. She was beyond pissed off. They had found where Tony and Peter were and they hadn't bothered to fill them in?

May just looked relieved. When she saw the tension in Pepper's face, she frowns.

"Pepper? You ok?" May asks.

"No! They found them and didn't even bother to tell us? We've been breaking our heads as much as them!" Pepper says seething.

"Pepper. They probably wanted to get them as soon as possible. You know every second counts." May explains carefully.

"They could have told FRIDAY!" Pepper says, deflating just a fraction of a bit. May frowns and nods.

"Yeah, I don't have an explanation for that." May says, running a hand through her hair.

"FRIDAY? I told you to call the Quinjet." Pepper says, looking up at the ceiling.

"Something seems to be wrong with my coding. I'm not able to connect to the Quinjet." FRIDAY says.

"Of course you can't." Pepper groans. "Hey May? Have you seen my cell?"

"I have mine. I'll call Steve." May tells her, as she takes out her phone.

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"Hello?"

"Steve. Have you got them?"

"No May. We're almost there."

"Why didn't you tell FRIDAY to tell us you found them?"

"What? I did!"

"No. You didn't. FRIDAY didn't tell us anything."

"I don't-, Oh May, I think I know what happened. Peter or Tony messed with FRIDAY's codes. That's how we were able to track them. That's probably why."

"Oh. Thank God they were able to get away and do that. And that's probably why we can't connect to the Quijet."

"May we're here. I promise we'll get them both out safe. Please tell Pepper that as well."

"Good luck Steve. Get our boys back."

"We will."

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Steve hangs up the phone and looks at their team.

"Avengers! Let's fucking avenge." Steve growls. The team nods grimly as a whole and Rhodey and Clint go out to blow up the underground bunker so the rest of the team can get in.

Natasha sprints up to Steve as they run toward their coordinates. "You kiss your mother with that mouth?" she asks cockly.

"Shut up Romanoff." Steve pants. Natasha smirks. She's in a much better mood now that they were about to kick some ass. Specifically the asses that took Peter and Tony.

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"What's going on? Is Santa here?" Peter asks, smirking.

"What did you do?" Ryan asks, beyond mad.

"None of your concern. What's going on upstairs? We have guests? I could use some new company." Tony snarks.

Peter gives him a mock offended look. Tony smirks. Finally, the freaking Avengers are here. Took them long enough. But Tony has to be cautious. The psychopath still had a very dangerous looking blade in his hands.

"You would know." Ryan growls, walking toward them.

Tony pushes Peter back, still glaring at Ryan.

"Get the fuck away from us, and maybe the Avengers won't kill you in the most painful way they know." Tony says, his voice deadly quiet.

"But I never really cared about that. I didn't want ransom, or your throne or anything like that. I just wanted you to suffer. And you have. You will never forget this. You both are scarred for life. I have no problem with dying. Even if it is painfully." Ryan shrugs.

"Then we won't kill you. We'll beat the shit out of you and then leave you in a cell to rot for the rest of your life." Tony threatens. He's satisfied when he sees a flicker of fear in their captor's eyes.

Peter is standing quietly behind Tony, ready to step in front if Ryan tries anything.

"And I'm resigned to my fate. But I still haven't done the thing I brought you here to do." Ryan tells him.

"Hell ya you haven't." Tony growls.

"I intend on doing that right now." Ryan says evilly. The little humanity he had left drains out of Ryan as he lounges forward. Before Tony can process what's happening, Ryan kicks him in the legs and he falls to the floor. He watches Peter's eyes widen in surprise as the knife enters his stomach.

"NO!" Tony lets out a blood curdling scream, as Peter falls to the floor. With that, Ryan let's out a satisfied sigh and sprints out the door, hoping to save his life.

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Natasha stalks into the dark hallway surrounded by her team.

"Friday? Scan for heat signatures." Steve commands. Tony had given them coms with access to Friday to make their lives a little bit easier.

"Tony and Peter's heat signatures are here. Take a left, the third room down." FRIDAY replies.

"We'll block the entrance and get everyone. Rhodes, you, Steve and Nat go get Peter and Tony." Clint says, nodding to Sam.

"Let's go!" Steve calls to Natasha and Rhodey. They run down the hallway, following the AI's instructions.

"Peter's vitals appear to be weak." FRIDAY informs them. Natasha's blood runs cold. What happened?

"Shit." She mutters as she runs past Steve and Rhodey into the room.

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"Tony I'm fine." Peter groans.

"Oh God Pete." Tony asks, his voice openly trembling. He's pressing on the wound as hard as he dares, wincing at Peter's cries of pain.

"Hey I'm good. I-It's fine." Peter says, miraculously keeping his voice steady. He was in so much pain it took all his energy to talk, let alone keep his voice from shaking.

Fear flashes in Peter's eyes. It's getting harder and harder to breathe.

"Hey, it's ok. Breathe with me ok?" Tony says. He places Peter's hand on his chest and breathes deeply. It seems to work as Peter starts to relax.

"I'm such a dumbass." Peter mumbles. "I'm a freaking super human and I didn't see that godzilla sized knife coming."

"He caught us both by surprise. Just focus on breathing." Tony tells the teen.

They hear footsteps slapping across the concrete.

"Tony." Peter whispers, eyes wide. Who was it? Tony tenses, his body in a ready-position.

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"Tony? Peter?" A familiar voice calls out. Natasha comes sprinting into the room and takes in her surroundings. All the tension drains out of Tony, leaving only relief to see his friend.

Natasha runs over to Peter as Steve and Rhodey enter the room.

"Hey деткапаук." Natasha whispers, carefully threading her fingers through Peter's hair. Peter smiles happily.

"Nat!" Peter says, elated to see her and the Avengers.

"You got yourself stabbed huh?" Natasha says, taking Tony's place and putting pressure on the wound.

"Yup. I think we've already established that I'm an idiot." Peter winces. Natasha laughs. Even in pain, Peter had to make everyone else feel better.

"We're gonna eat so much popcorn when we get home. We can get that horrible diabetes-covered kind for you and the good stuff for me." Natasha says wistfully.

"For the record, cheddar cheese is only third on my list. Agh great. I'm going to go into cardiac arrest daydreaming about carmel-corn." Peter groans.

He was getting really dizzy and it probably wasn't good.

Natasha shakes her head, just relieved to see Peter and Tony in one piece. They could talk later, but right now they needed to get out of there, and get Peter to Bruce.

Natasha looks up to see Tony leaning on Steve, and Rhodey holding his arm to make sure he didn't fall.

'Tony can you walk?" Natasha asks. Tony nods, kneeling next to Peter again.

"I'll carry Pete." Steve says, his eyes watering at the sight of his (basically) nephew.

Steve gently picks Peter up and shifts him in his arms.

"Hi Steve." Peter smiles. He was so happy to see them. So happy it almost overtook the pain he was in. Almost.

"Hey son." Steve whispers, trying not to let his voice shake. Peter frowns at the tears in Steve's eyes.

"Hey I'm fine. R-really." Peter says, holding his hands against his stomach.

Steve's eyes dart to the wound. "We have to get you to Bruce." he says, wiping his eyes on his shoulder.

"Hey someone call Bruce and tell him to get his ass in the MedBay!" Natasha yells.

"Would you like me to quote that Ms. Romanoff?" FRIDAY snarks in her ear.

"Tony, you need to stop giving your AI's personalities. They're just like you and that's never a good thing." Natasha says, shaking her head. "Sure Friday. Knock yourself out."

"Done." Friday answers.

"Let's go guys." Rhodey says. "The others are waiting in the Quinjet. They got everyone."

"No one escaped?" Tony asked incredulously. Surely his luck wouldn't let that happen.

"We got everyone Tones. You can relax." Rhodey says, looking at him sadly.

"Are-are you sure?" Tony asks cautiously.

"Yes. Your safe Tony. You and Peter both are." Rhodey tells him. Tony sighs in relief.

"I don't want them anywhere near Peter." Tony tells him.

"We put them in the cargo area. Sam and Clint are watching them. And probably beating the crap out of them." Rhodey says.

"We'll all have our turn." Steve says, his tone dangerous. Peter rests his head on Steve's chest and he calms a bit.

They walk quickly out of the bunker and onto the Quinjet. Peter can't keep his eyes open. What if this is it? Peter's scared. He doesn't want to die. With that as his last thought, Peter finally succumbs to the darkness.

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"Pete you ok?" Steve asks, placing him on the bed. "Peter?"

Steve looks at Peter and his eyes widen in fear. He was unconscious and his face was losing color by the minute.

"Guys! We need to get to the Tower now!" Steve says, putting a bit more pressure on the wound, and an ear to his chest. Thankfully he still heard a weak, but steady heartbeat.

"Oh my God. Peter, wake up buddy. Come on." Tony says, running over and kneeling next to Peter on the bed. All the adrenaline drains out of Tony in that moment, and he slumps down on the floor.

"Tony!" Steve yells. "Guys! Get in here!"

Natasha and Rhodey come in running from the cockpit.

"Shit." Rhodey swears, running to Tony's side. Natasha stands back, letting Rhodey help him up.

"Tony you need to sit." she says softly.

"He's not waking up." Tony says, fear coloring his words. Natasha's eyes go wide and she runs over to Peter's side.

"Shit. Steve keep putting pressure on it. Rhodes and I put the Jet in autopilot, we should be there in a few minutes." Natasha says, sitting down next to the teen and running a hand through his hair.

"останься со мной маленький паук." Natasha whispers hoarsely. A single tear falls down Natasha's cheek and Steve breaks. He kneels down next to her, his unoccupied arm around her shoulders.

"He'll be ok. You know Bruce would never let anything happen to him." Steve tells her softly.

Natasha keeps her gaze on the teen's unmoving form. It was remarkable how much Peter had impacted them after just a year of knowing them. No one on the team had been able to make a bond that strong with even one of the team members in only that much time, let alone all of them.

But with Nat it was different. She could count on one hand how many people she fully trusted without any doubts. And Peter was without a doubt one of them.

Natasha shakes her head. "I need some air." she says, refusing to let her voice crack. Steve stares after her as she walks to the cockpit and slips inside, shutting the door.

Steve sighs and moves his attention to Rhodey and Tony. Rhodes was sitting on the floor, Tony asleep on his shoulder.

"Is he ok?" Steve whispers.

"He's tired. I doubt they slept a lot. Both of them." Rhodey says, shifting his shoulder to make Tony more comfortable. Tony shifts with Rhodey, dead to the world.

"Arriving." Friday announces. Steve picks Peter up and walks to the door.

"Let him sleep. I'll come get him after Pete's with Bruce. He doesn't need more stress on his system." Steve says, turning to look at Rhodey.

Rhodey nods and Natasha comes out, her eyes more than a little glassy. Steve nods to her and walks briskly out onto the landing pad with Natasha on his tail. "Friday, inform Bruce that we're here."

"Mr. Banner was informed when you arrived. He is waiting for you at the entrance of the MedBay." Friday informs him.

Steve looks down at Peter.

"You'll be ok son."

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"Mrs Potts, the Avengers have arrived. Captain Rogers and Ms Romanoff are transporting Peter to the MedBay. Boss and Colonel Rhodes are in the Quinjet. Mr Wilson and Barton are bringing their captors to the underground containment units." Friday informs May and Pepper from above them. They shoot up off the couch, running toward the elevator. Pepper hesitates, torn.

"You get Tony and meet me in the MedBay." May tells her, putting a hand on Pepper's arm.

Pepper nods and they get in the elevator. "Fri, take me to the landing pad and May to the MedBay." Pepper requests urgently. The elevator immediately moves upward.

"I hope they're alright." May whispers.

Pepper nods.

She hopes so too.

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"Rhodey? Oh God Tony." Pepper says, running into the Quinjet.

"Hey Pepper." Rhodey says, his voice quiet. Pepper runs to his side with tears in her eyes. "Oh thank God he's safe." she whispers, putting her hand on Tony's head.

"He's just tired. After Steve finishes explaining everything with Pete, he's gonna come up here and take Tony to the MedBay." Rhodey tells her. He shifts Tony carefully off his lap and onto Pepper's.

Pepper threads her fingers through Tony's sweaty hair, thankful that he's with her again.

Rhodey stands up and looks at the pair on the floor. "I'm going to go check on Pete and send Steve over here." Rhodey tells her. Pepper nods absent-mindedly, keeping her focus on her fiance.

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"Where's my baby?" May demands stalking into the MedBay. Steve catches her, holding her back.

"He's in surgery with Bruce, May." Steve tells her gently. May's eyes widen.

"Surgery? Why? W-what happened?" Part of her doesn't want to know. She just wants to believe her nephew is in a room somewhere recovering. Waiting for her.

"Someone stabbed him. I'm not really sure what happened. Only Pete and Tony know." Steve explains.

May sinks into a chair and Steve sits next to her. Natasha comes over and puts her arms around May, holding her tight like all those horrible nights not knowing where Tony and Peter were. Now they do and May doesn't know if this is any better. They're still waiting. Unable to control anything that happens.

"Steve. Can you get Tony and bring him over here?" Rhodey asks, walking into the quiet room.

Steve nods wordlessly and walks out of the room briskly.

"Is Tony ok Rhodes?" May asks.

"He's as ok as he can be May. When he wakes up, I don't know." Rhodey answers truthfully.

May nods and looks down. "This is all just so messed up. Tony and Peter don't deserve all this crap that happens to them."

"May they're strong. Stronger than we could ever know. And they have each other and us now." Rhodey tells her. He had grown fond of the women over these days. He would even call her a close friend now.

"Yeah I know." May sighs. Rhodey nods and stands up.

"I'm going to check on Clint and Sam." Rhodey tells the women. They nod and he walks over to the elevator.

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"You ok?" May asks Natasha, after Rhodey leaves.

Natasha scoffs. "Of course not. You?"

"No," May says quietly. "Was it bad? Was he in pain?"

"He said he was fine but you never know with Peter. He passed out about a minute before we got back." Natasha tells her. May massages her temples with her fingers.

"Is the team ok?" May asks. The team was Peter's family and now it was May's too.

"Physically? Yes. But this took a toll on everybody. Especially on Steve and Rhodey. And-well me." Natasha says looking up at the ceiling to blink away the annoying tears starting to form at the backs of her eyes. May offers Natasha her hand and Natasha takes it gratefully.

"Hey." Pepper says, walking in.

"Where's Tony?" Natasha and May ask at the same time.

"Steve put him in one of the rooms in here. He's asleep." Pepper informs them.

"Can I see him? At least him if not Peter." May asks.

"Yeah of course May. Are you coming?" Pepper asks Natasha. Natasha nods and they follow Pepper as she leads them to a room near the entrance. May opens the door and lets out a relieved sob. Seeing Tony after not seeing him and worrying about him and her nephew for a week and a half was anything but easy.

May and Natasha sit on chairs beside Tony as Pepper sits on the edge of the bed.

"What did they do to him?" May asks. She's truly afraid of the answer they might give.

"We don't know. All we know is that they were hurt. Tortured. And it was bad." Natasha tells her.

"Oh God." She whispers.

"Bruce will check him after Peter's out of surgery." Pepper says. May flinches at the mention of Peter. She was so worried sometimes not thinking about it was the only way she stayed sane.

"Oh shoot. We need to call Ned and MJ. They've been worrying themselves sick as much as we have." May says, pulling out her cell. Pepper and Natasha nods and May steps out of the room.

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"May?"

"Hey MJ. Is Ned with you sweetie?"

"Yes why? Did they find them? Please tell me they found them."

"They found them honey. Peter's in surgery and Tony's recovering."

"Peter's in surgery!? Why!? Is he ok!?"

"He got hurt but Dr. Banner is helping him. He'll be fine honey."

"When can we come over and see them?"

"MJ, sweetie, they're going to need some time before you can come over. I'll call you as soon as they're ready."

"O-ok."

"Tell Ned to not worry too much ok sweetie? And that goes for you too."

"Ok. We'll be fine May. Just take care of yourself."

"I promise. Is everything ok at Ned's house?"

"Yeah we'll be fine."

"Ok. I'll call you as soon as I can."

"Ok. May? When Peter wakes up, tell him I love him will you?"

"Sure sweetie. I will."

"Thanks. Bye May."

"Bye sweetie."

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