Tony sat on the edge of the cliff, his suit standing behind him as he massaged his forehead with his left hand in anger.

"I am sorry." Vision said from behind, and Tony just nodded his head. He tried not to turn around - to not start arguing now because there were a hundred other things to do.

"You're sorry?" He remarked.

Pepper exhaled, "Tony, don't-"

"Why not?" He faced her, then turned to Vision, "you're not supposed to get distracted, first with Rhodey and now-" Tony snapped, and Vision looked down uncomfortably.

"Tony, that's enough!" Pepper yelled. "He wasn't the only one at fault." Pepper said sternly.

Tony looked to her and was about to argue her point, but she was right. He looked over at his half-destroyed suit. "I couldn't-", he paused as his voice broke, "I let them take him." He said, putting both hands on his head and trying to control his breathing.

"No! Hey!" Tony yelled in desperation, as he held on to Peter's hand. "Stay awake!" Tony screamed at him as he started to fade. "Peter!"

"Sir, power is extremely low and there is extensive damage to the armour." Friday reminded Tony, who felt Peter's hand slip from under him as the robotic machine from the other side pulled him away.

"Hey! Mr Sta-Vision!" Peter pleaded, and Tony cried out and his suit shut down, falling to the ground face first.

"They were stronger." Pepper said, holding onto his shoulder and pulling him out of the flashback.

Tony nodded in disagreement, "or we played about things wrong."

"What do we do now?" She asked, signing and flinging her hands up in the air.

"We can't track him." Tony stated.

"Why not?"

"Because the tracker is broken, Pepper, it doesn't track." He answered a little harshly, and she scoffed, about to walk away.

He took her hand and looked at her apologetically. "Vision's working on it." He said a little more softly, and she nodded.

Peter woke up and gasped, trying to move his hands. It was freezing, he was shivering and he could feel water on his suit. His hands were tied down to a chair and he had a headache.

"We didn't agree to this." He heard a woman say, and he lifted up his head, then wheezed in pain. There was a stabbing pain in his side, which was getting stronger as he came to his senses. He could see a darker patch of red on his suit where he was hit.

He lifted up his head again and looked to his right. He made out two people dressed in black, "hey-hey hel-help me", he yelled as loud as he could. He hung his head down and squeezed his eyes shut. It felt like he'd had his head bashed into a brick wall.

"You're awake." A woman said, and Peter opened his eyes to see her smile as he started to cough. "We just have a few questions-"

"Get real, A." A man said, almost pushing her out of the way. "I don't have time for this." He said in a rude tone, and Peter tensed, pulling at the restraints. "Tell me where they are." He said in a dangerous tone and furious eyes.

"Tell-who? Where who is?" Peter yelled back. His body was shaking - he was freezing and probably going to die if he didn't get out of here soon.

The man threw a metal object on the floor in anger and Peter winced. "Rogers and his crew. You were there and I know." He replied, his face inches from Peter's.

"I don't know." Peter said honestly, but it sounded like a lie, because that's also what a superhero trying to be humble would say. He was stuck.

"You don't know." The man said sarcastically in a mimicking tone. "Sure you know." He said, pressing his hand on Peter's side where the bullet wound was, which made Peter scream.

"Stop! I'm telling the truth!" Peter cried out loud. He clenched his jaw tightly as his body trembled.

"Al, stop!" The woman, A, yelled, but it didn't stop him.

"I don't know! They're gone!" Peter said quickly, and the man moved off, and he let out a cry. "Jus-just let me go." Peter pleaded, gritting his teeth as he tried to avoid the pain in his side.

"You're not going anywhere." Al replied, "you have any idea how much I'll-," he cut himself off and looked at Peter. "Look at you, so young and stupid." He said as he shook his head.

"Stop." A different woman said, "leave him. He's a kid, it won't take much for him to...", she trailed off. "Leave him here." She said again, and Al moved away with a scoff.

'Leave him here'? I'll die here! He watched them leave and the lights went out. He stared into the darkness until his eyes adjusted. He could hear his breathing get louder, and that was only because he was scared.

"You'll be out." He told himself, "you're already-" his voice broke and he cried, "healing. Keep it together. Just keep-keep it together." He tightly shut his eyes. Why was he afraid of the dark? There were worse things out there, like the people just outside those doors, for example.

2 hours later

He fidgeted on the chair and kicked his feet as loud as he could a few times. The chair was metal, which made things so much harder. Although it couldn't hurt to try, especially knowing he could die in here. He tried his hardest to pull his hands upwards next, and threw his head back in anger when that failed.

"Hey!" He screamed, "get me out!" He closed his eyes, "get me out." He said quietly in exhaustion.

He started tapping his fingers against the chair, counting in fives. He needed something to take his mind off this.

He lost count and was about to fall asleep when the door jammed open. He tilted his head slightly to see someone walk in. "Changed your mind?"

It was Al, with a rod in his hand. Peter scoffed, "yeah, let me magically pull out information that I don't know exists." He said sardonically, knowing it could get him killed. If he was going to be found, if they were looking for him, they should've been here by now.

"What were you expecting? Would you tell him anything? He's a kid!" 'A' scowled as she walked into the room, "what have we done." She said, sounding a little worried and agitated.

"Ill-thought." Was all Al said.

"Shut up. And get rid of him. Just-" she paused and swore under her breath, "-clean up your mess." She ordered, switching on the lights and putting her hand on her head.

Peter watched them argue and tried with all his strength to pull off the restraints. Were they going to kill him?

"He was the easiest to get." Al justified, walking closer to Peter, who waited painstakingly for this to end. For him to go home.

"And what was the point if you couldn't get anything?" She responded.

"If you let me go, I won't say anything." Peter said as he felt his heart pound against his chest. This was like the morning of his exam results except a thousand times worse. The fear of not knowing what was going to happen.

"Oh." Al laughed sadistically as he walked around the chair, "he won't say anything." He repeated.

Peter waited in consternation when Al stopped behind him. He couldn't see. He squinted and inhaled to control himself, which was when he felt an excruciating pain in the back of his head and screamed.

"Jeez-Al-what the-"

"He won't say anything, because he's not leaving." He said while Peter struggled for air in distress. His head had to be bleeding, because it was stinging and he could feel tears roll down his cheek.

"I'm-I'm fifteen!" Peter said in desperation. "Come on." He said quietly, his head throbbing.

Al didn't say anything for a minute. "You shouldn't have played hero then." He said coldly.

"My-my aunt. I'm all-all she has." He tried again. He really didn't want to die. He looked for the other lady but she'd left. He felt sick, and like he needed to cry.

"Then she'll be real lonely." He replied instantly, getting off his phone when he appeared in front of Peter, who tightened his fists. "Unless you know something." He tried again, glaring at Peter. "How about, you know, anything about how to get in to the new facility."

Peter exhaled shakily, breaking the eye contact and dropping his head and staring at the floor. "No."

"See, I know you've been there. You go there a lot, in fact, so never mind Rogers, this is something you do know." He crouched down in front of Peter and tilted his head in wait.

"I've only been there-"

"I can tell when you're lying." He interrupted, moving forwards and gripping the back of Peter's head where the injury was and making him wince. "Anything. A security code, the number of cameras, I know you know stuff." He said a little quieter, looking out the door. "It can be our secret. I'll let you go."

"You're crazy." Peter's eyes narrowed. "You're insane, and you're gonna get caught." He said more or less to himself, and Al pulled his head closer.

"Yeah? Shame you won't be alive to see it." He replied, standing up and letting go of him. He bent down and picked up a bat, swinging around the weapon in his hand.

"Hey, wait-", Peter began, but was cut off by the blow to his head. His eyes blurred and he felt himself lose control over his fists when they loosened. Within a few seconds, he slipped into darkness.

"-technology, information or his suit! We don't know! It could be anything, and what if it's something he doesn't know?" Tony questioned as his voice got louder.

"Asking me that for the hundredth time isn't gonna make me know the answer, Tony." Rhodey answered.

"We should've stayed there. What if he-"

"Tony-I can tell you he wouldn't go back there." Rhodey cut him off, watching him type away.

"Friday, I can't do anything without the tape from the intersection." He said, squinting at his monitor.

"The camera was broken, sir, I recommend-"

"I can't get anything without it. I don't know where they went and this is the last thing we have!"

"There is a private camera on the industrial-" Friday offered."

"Can we look at it?"

"It would be-"

"Can you get it or not?"

"Yes." Friday replied, pulling up something on the screen.

"Note the-uh-"

"A paper company in an isolated area." Friday said.

"That's where he is?" Rhodey asked with hope.

"Paper company?" Tony asked, just as confused.

"Yes. They switched vans." Friday explained.

"You have a lead?" Vision appeared at the door, and both looked up to him.

"Some paper company. That's where the van's registered." Tony replied as Vision joined them.

"A cover up. But why as a paper company? Maybe they do sell paper-"

"Vis, forget the paper!" Tony interrupted, turning the monitor his way. "They're secure, I can't get into their cameras."

"I'd be able to walk through and check." Vision offered.

Tony looked to him, "unless they know you. What if they take you down or fry you? You're not going in alone." Tony ordered, moving his gaze back to the monitor

Vision looked around confused my, "it is our best option. We-"

"You're not playing that game - getting yourself killed because you think you're the reason he's there." Tony said sternly before Vision could finish.

"Why would I do that? That would be extremely foolish." Vision said innocently, and Tony sighed.

"Tony." Rhodey said, and he turned to face them both.

"Ok. We break in together, we find him and we get outta there, if he's there." Tony said.

"He'll be there." Rhodey said, noticing the lack of hope Tony was showing.

"Let's go then." Tony replied, getting up immediately and extending his arm as his armour came flying.

"I'll just wait here, I guess." Rhodey said, the disappointment showing in his voice.

Tony turned to face him. "You could use a break." He said, and Rhodey nodded.

They both landed a few meters south of the building in a field.

"I can make out twenty." Tony said, walking side by side Vision.

"Peter isn't here." Vision stated, turning his head to scan the rest of the area. "There is a tunnel." He said as he moved his head to the left while looking at the ground.

Tony looked around as Vision inspected, "Friday?"

"It wasn't in the blueprints." Friday replied. "Cameras cover the area five steps from where you are." The AI warned as Vision stepped forwards.

Tony waved his arm in front of Vision to stop him. "If we're wrong...", Tony trailed off. They'd been in enough trouble with the Accords.

"If they have nothing to hide, why should they fear anything?" Vision asked, almost sarcastically.

"That's true." Tony mumbled, "well it's now or never." He said, looking to Vision.

They flew upwards over the fence and landed on the ground above the tunnels within seconds.

"Check it, I'll take care of this." Tony said to Vision as he watched two security guards run towards him.

Vision disappeared and Tony stood in his position as the guards started firing bright blue bullets.

"A little over the top for a paper company," he shouted as he walked through. He grabbed the guns and threw them over the fence, looking to small dents in his suit. "What the hell was in that?" He looked at his damaged suit and back to the guards.

"Thought you were invincible?" One of them said, and Tony looked up in anger, lifting up his hand and throwing them back.

"What the hell are you doing!" A voice yelled, and he turned to see a man dressed in white.

"And who might you be?" Tony said in a curious tone, looking her up and down.

"No record on him." Friday informed when the facial scan was complete.

"You come in here and you destroy-"

"Where is he-where's Peter?" Tony said in a cold tone, approaching the man as he stumbled backwards.

"I don't know-"

"Don't-" he started and was cut off when something hit him and sent him crashing backwards.

He opened his eyes alongside a sharp intake of air. His chest was hurting and his ears ringing. "How long was I out?" He choked out, blinking rapidly to sort out the blurred vision.

"Forty-five seconds." Friday replied. "Visual systems and thrusters have been damaged." The AI continued, covering the screen with a statistical report.

Tony tried to get on to his feet and fell backwards again as he watched the man in front of him smile.

"Now that you mention it, I might've seen a kid." He said in a wicked tone, circling around Tony.

Tony felt his heart rate increase. "What did you do."

"I killed him." He replied, laughing to himself, "he was all 'I'm fifteen! What about my poor aunt!'" He mimicked in a higher tone, and Tony blasted at him with his hand, speeding over instantly to pick him up by the collar.

"You're lying." He felt tears build up. "Where is he?" He yelled, throwing him back into a brick wall.

"I hit him over the head twice, and I-" he was cut off when Tony threw him back again and he fell unconscious on to the ground.

"Damnit!" He hollered, moving back and lifted his metal hands to his mask, looking around at he half destroyed building. "Friday, find Vision." He stated, following the dot on the screen ahead of him.

He kicked down the huge metal door as he entered the building. Fancy. It was all white inside - the walls, floor, shelves and cupboards. Turning left, he saw the string of guards and weapons on the floor and Vision standing outside a shutter.

"Vision." He said, but it didn't seem to affect him. "You okay, buddy?" He looked down at the guards again. "Whatcha looking at?"

"Something here...it's-it's affecting me." He said, standing still in his position for another few seconds before stumbling backwards.

"I can't seem to get past this." Vision stated, looking around as Tony eyed the shutters and then the computer screen next to it.

He clicked around and the shutters opened. "I'll-I'll check it out." He said as he turned to Vision.

"My powers-"

"You can keep lookout." Tony said, facing the wooden door. "Friday?"

"It is safe, sir." Friday replied as Tony scanned the area. Tony nodded and kicked down the door.

He froze. "Peter?" He ran forwards, "gimme his vitals!" He yelled as he bent down in front of him.

"Low pulse, two severe head injuries and a bullet wound."

Tony ripped the restraints off and gently took hold of his shoulders with his right hand as his mask opened up. "Peter?" He asked - his breathing was uneven and there was blood around his lips. What did they do? Why did it take so long to find him?

"Then fix him! That's what I pay you for!" Tony hollered, watching the doctor nod and sigh as he walked the opposite direction. He put a hand on his head in despair as he turned around.

Pepper was massaging her temple with her fingers as she looked on in sadness. Rhodey was staring at the ground and Vision was nowhere to be seen.

"Why aren't any of you saying-", his voice broke and the "anything" came out as a whisper as he squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his fists.

Pepper looked up after ignoring his whole argument with the doctor, "he's in a coma, Tony! There's not a lot anyone can do." She said, her last sentence quietly fading away.

"What was I...I didn't...", Tony mumbled, and Pepper looked up attentively. He took a few big breaths and stumbled down the corridor.

Rhodey was about to grab his crutches when Pepper put out her hand, "I'll go." She said, getting up and watching him disappear into one of the meeting rooms.

She slowly walked down and watched him sit and lean his head against his hands on the huge table. "Tony." She said sympathetically as she stood in the doorway.

He shook his head as he inhaled loudly, and she went over to him, holding his shoulder before taking a seat next to him.

"At least this time your suit didn't...," she looked away and then back to him, exhaling as she put her hand on his. "Don't let this...don't blame it on yourself."

"I'm not-I don't-I'm not blaming it on myself." He replied, burying his face in his hands.

"You're not? Really? Is that what's happening right now now?" She said sarcastically.

He looked up at her, his eyes bloodshot, "yep. I wasn't the one who took him or shot him or-"

"Tony, don't bullshit me." She said softly, "he definitely won't think it's your fault."

"May will. If she knew-"

"But she doesn't!"

"Peter's half-dead-"

"Don't say that-"

"How do you know he won't be angry-"

"So you think he'll wake up and say, 'Tony, I hate you and never wanna talk to you again'?" She said as she moved back in her chair and watched him stare at the table.

"You don't know what he'll say." He said in a dangerously low tone.

"I can guess." She countered, and he shook his head in disagreement before she even finished saying the three words, looking away from her and back at the table.

"It's-it's Mr Stark." He said quietly after a minute of silence.

Pepper glared at him, "what?"

"He calls me 'Mr Stark', not Tony, I-"

"Seriously?"

"Pepper, what if-what if all I'm doing is putting them in danger?" He asked, and she looked at him in sadness.

"What are you talking about? This is what you do. You chose this." She reminded him.

He fiddled with the ring he was wearing and slumped back in the chair, "I did. But they didn't."

She scoffed, "yes, yes they did! We all-", she stopped midway and realised. Realised that Peter wasn't the only topic of discussion anymore, "Tony you have to let that go." Her tone changed, and he closed his eyes.

"I can't."

"Yes you can. They're not your responsibility, they chose to do what they did." She said quietly, "you have to move on, and you can only do that when you realise you couldn't have changed what they thought."

"Maybe."

"Definitely. You have other people to look out for now." She stood up, "other, smaller people." She said with a smile, putting down Peter's mask on the table in front of Tony as he smiled a little.

1 week later

"-she's coming in-", Tony looked down at his watch, "-three hours." His eyes narrowed, "time's going quick." He looked up at Peter, and then back at his table. "Anyway, you're probably the second person who knows what I just told you, after Jarvis."

He sighed, putting down the screwdriver. "Jarvis wasn't supposed to...die." He frowned, "machines can't die. They're not supposed to, not my ones."

He was about to continue when he heard a quiet groan. He looked up and got up from his chair, making his way to Peter. "Parker, can you hear me?" He asked, waving his hand in front of his face.

Peter's eyes opened slowly, and the first thing he saw was something moving quickly in front of him, until his eyes adjusted to see it was a hand. The hand moved and he saw Tony, smiling as he hovered over him.

"Where?" He managed to say with a raspy voice, taking hold of the tubes on his face and ripping them off as he squinted at the light.

"The new facility. We found you." He said, helping Peter up as he handed him a glass of water.

Peter lifted his hand up to his head. "Man...that was-wow." He yawned, and Tony smiled, "it was."

"How long have I-um-been asleep?" He asked.

"A week." Tony replied, and Peter's eyes widened.

"A what!" He yelled, looking around the room. "What about school-May! She's probably-"

"She knows." Tony said, realising it was the wrong choice of words too late.

"She knows? She'll kill me!"

"I mean she thinks you got into a car accident." He corrected himself, "now stop yelling and moving so much."

"My head." He said, touching the back.

"You got stitches. Be careful."

"Did you get the guy? The one with the white shirt?"

"Is he the one who hit you?" Tony asked, and Peter looked away uncomfortably. "Peter."

"Yeah."

"We got him."

"Good."

"What did he want?" Tony asked, rolling over his chair with his foot as he took a seat.

"What's that?" Peter glanced at the table behind Tony and attempted to change the topic.

Tony looked at the table, "a distraction. Someone had to keep you company, and I see what you're doing. What did he want?"

"He wanted to know where Captain America was." Peter replied loudly in defeat.

"And? What did you say?"

"I said nothing, because I knew nothing." Peter said childishly.

"Siberia. I told you, when we came back-"

"I didn't tell him." Peter interrupted.

"Why not?" Tony asked with underlying anger in his tone.

"You said not to tell anyone."

"They could've let you go. It wouldn't matter, because I also told you that he wasn't there anymore."

"He wanted to know about your facility too!" Peter said in a high-pitched tone.

"You hardly know anything as it is, you could've made something up"

"I'm not a good liar." Peter said, and Tony clenched his jaw.

"Then tell him the truth!"

"I made the right choice by my-"

"You could've died. The facility could be remade." Tony argued furiously as if he was scolding a young child.

"What if he-if they attacked you and tried to kill everyone-"

"Peter."

"Then it would be my fault." Peter said with all his heart, and it hurt Tony to see him so upset. To see that this was the young boy risking everything to save a few people he didn't even fully know yet.

"What did he do?"

"Just asked me-"

"Really?"

"He hit me on the head twice. You know that already."

"Anything else? I'll personally pay him a-"

"If you were in my position, would you have told them anything?"

"That's not the point. I shouldn't have put you in that position."

"I knew what I was getting into."

"It wouldn't be your fault-"

"Yes it would!" Peter yelled as he cut in.

"What are you not getting! Peter-"

"You're not listening to me! They were psychos and that lady-"

"You don't get to decide that your life-"

"Enough! It's like there's two of you now." Pepper appeared at the door as she glared angrily at Tony with a 'seriously?' face.

Tony looked at her and then back to Peter, sighing in his chair. "I'm done." He announced, lifting both hands in the air for a second. "I am!" He said defensively when Pepper furrowed her brows.

"How you doing?" Pepper asked Peter, smiling as she walked inside.

"Uhm-g-good, Miss-P-"

"Pepper. It's Pepper." She said, and he nodded.

"I'm great. Thank you-both of you." He looked at Tony, who had his arms crossed now.

"You're welcome. Now back to the guy." He said as Peter sighed.

"You just said you were done." Pepper reminded him.

"I'm done arguing. I'm not done finding out what these people were after." He argued back, and she rolled her eyes.

"Tony. I-"

"Fine, fine." He said, waving his hand, "we'll do this later."

Pepper frowned at him and was about to say something when her phone started buzzing, she glanced at it and then back to Tony, "I have to go, play nice." She ordered, backing out of the room and walking away.

"She's nice." Peter said after a few seconds, avoiding eye contact.

"Yep, super nice." Tony said instantly.

"Well, I'm feeling better, I'm gonna just-"

"You're not going anywhere yet. You're super-worried aunt is gonna be here in an hour - I texted her." He said, waving his phone.

"Ok. Right." Peter mumbled to himself.

"I'm glad you're okay." Tony smiled, "and also, you're not going on a mission ever again." He added, going on his phone.

"What? No! You always say that stuff like this happens-"

"You're fifteen, going to college, you don't need nightmares keeping you up all night."

"Mr Stark, that's unfair!" Peter whined, sitting up on the bed. "I can handle it!"

"I know you can, but I can't."

"What does that even mean?"

"You're my responsibility-hey!" Tony called when he saw Peter roll his eyes, "you're my responsibility and I can't have...", he trailed off, "you're not going."

"For how long?"

"Seven years. You want a number? It's seven."

Peter stared in shock with his mouth open, "seven years? That's crazy!"

"No, it's responsible, is what it is-these people put you in a coma!"

"I'm fine. You're seriously-"

"I'm the grownup here, so I decide." Tony said in a suddenly-serious tone.

Peter shook his head in discontent, "you're the one who brought me into this. You took me to Germany! You told me all these things-"

"And I'm also the one whose changing my mind now."

"Fine. Then I'm leaving." He muttered under his breath, throwing the blanket off and stepping off the bed, before stumbling back to gain his balance.

"You're not leaving, stop acting like a child."

"You treat me like I'm a child."

"You are-Peter, you're young. You don't wanna grow up and realise you wasted your time with all this."

"I won't-"

"You will. Then you'll realise I'm the one who let you do this-made you do this. You'll be stuck in a life you can't leave."

"I can decide."

"You'll thank me when you're graduating. You'll thank me when you get home now and start having panic attacks and understand that you don't need more of this."

"I should be able to decide that." Peter argued, pursuing his lips.

Tony looked at him for a minute as the argument came to a close, "okay, look, how about we focus on you recovering first?"

"But we'll talk about the missions thing later, right?"

Tony exhaled, "sure, we'll talk about it later."

"And I'm sorry about Jarvis." Peter said quietly.

Tony shrugged, "he-it wasn't real. You're real. That was a machine."

"Yes he was. And I'm glad I have Karen."

"You named her?"

"You named yours."

"I did." He smirked as Peter started telling him about why he named her and getting trapped in side the building.

Thanks again for the reviews! So I was already working on this one and it was way harder to write than the others.

Shoyzz- I didn't do a part 2 to the last one because it'd be similar to the other ptsd one and I considered the hair and all but decided not to mention it at all.

And idk if it's because I'm the one writing it but does it feel like it ends too quickly? Or like the skips are too much and I miss too much info? Anyway, thanks!