It continues like this.

Multiple statements. Reliving his mistake over and over again, until Tony can say the story without even thinking about it. Until he can go on autopilot, and think about the scene from all angles to find something that will help.

More words, more questions, more time wasted.

"Tony?" Pepper gently asks, snapping Tony out of his thoughts. "Are you… do you need a break?"

Right, he was in another round of questioning. With another round of people who thought they could get any new information out of Tony even though he had already repeated everything half a dozen times.

"I cannot do this anymore," Tony answers. He looks back at the officer who looked startled at his admission, "Sorry, I'm not up for this. You want the same statement that I've already given? Go talk to the other cops that have it. I've already said everything I know."

With that, Tony stood up from the table, walked out of the room, and back to his lab. He needed to see the scene again. He needed to see what he missed. Tony was a genius. He could figure this out.

Soon, a 3D layout of the setting two seconds after the gun shots originally rang out was laying out before Tony. The first thing Tony noticed was the place where he had paused the footage was the moment he had made eye contact with Peter. Clearing his head from the horrible thoughts that occurred to him (That was it. That's the last time you ever saw him.) he fast forwarded the scene until Peter was giving his silent comfort to the woman next to him.

"Okay, let's see just who you people are…" Tony murmured to himself. He walked over to the person who must have been talking.

An inch or so taller than he was, wrinkles around the center of his eyebrows… Tony could see bits of a mustache with gray hairs before a black cloth covered the lower half of the man's face. A dark colored beanie covered the sicko's hair, and Tony walked behind the male to see nothing peek out of the hat. The parts Tony could see were shaven.

"So you're a military man…" Tony murmured, typing the idea out on the holographic notepad on his arm. "But why would you need to cover the top of your head?"

"A tattoo?" Rhodey's voice asked. Tony turned his head to see his friend leaning against the door frame with two water bottles. "A particular shape shaved into his hair?"

"Possibly," Tony confirmed with a nod, adding the idea to his notepad. He looked back over at Rhodey, "Anything new?"

Rhodey pursed his lips and shook his head, "No. nothing yet." Tony growled and looked back over to the man he was studying. "Tones," Rhodey voiced. He was close enough to put a reassuring hand on Tony's shoulder, "We'll find him. We'll get him back."

"How? We don't even know who these guys are," Tony retorted. "All we know is that they wanted…" Tony's stopped speaking as realization dawned on him.

"Tony? Tony, what did they want?" Rhodey gripped the other man's shoulder tighter. "Tony, did you remember something else?"

"No! It's something I've completely been overlooking this entire time," Tony rushed out. "FRIDAY! Pull up all of the logos, and brand marks of all the companies and people we denied partnerships or cut off partnerships with in the last… ten years."

'On it, Boss,' FRIDAY replied immediately. Soon an array of about five hundred logos popped up in front of Tony and Rhodey. 'What next?'

Tony felt a spark of pride ignite in his chest towards his AI. He circled the strange gunman, until he noticed the small symbol on the dirt near the base of his neck. He zoomed in on the image, and put it next to the array of logos. "Now cross reference those for at least a 52% match."

'Yes sir.'

"Tones, what are you looking for, man?" Rhodey questioned once again.

"They're looking for someone that works for me. Now what were we always worried about before you found out that I had at least two body guards watching me every time we'd walk to another class back at MIT?"

Rhodey's eyes widened, "You're saying they took him for ransom?"

Tony shook his head, "It's more likely they took him because they knew he worked close to me. He'd know things like passwords, and security. Blueprints and future plans."

"So they took him for… information?"

"That's my guess. So they'll need him alive. We need to look for him because who knows what his captors will do to him when he doesn't comply to their demands."

"What makes you think that he won't comply?" Rhodey asked. "Tones, I know you have a lot of faith in the kid, but come on. He's barely sixteen."

"You've met the kid, Rhodes," Tony grumbled, "He won't sell out any informa-"

'Boss, someone is hacking into one of the files.'

Tony met his friends equally panicked eyes. As much as Rhodey worried, he knew Peter would have to be forced to give away any information regarding his loved ones. He wouldn't do it without any pain being a motivator. "What files, FRI?" Tony questioned in a weak voice.

'One of Peter's files. The file is labeled Project: Look At All Those Chickens.'

Rhodey shared a bewildered look with Tony. "What's on the file, FRIDAY?" Rhodey asked.

'Plans for Peter's trackers. They are practically useless for anyone that does not have a spider-sense like Peter does.'

Tony chuckled weakly and shook his head, "He's smart. Sharing something with them only he can use? Good thinking, Pete."

Rhodey squinted his eyes as he peered closer at the file. He opened the file and hummed, "This doesn't look like something for a tracker."

Tony looked over his shoulder, "Are those…"

Rhodey nodded, and maneuvered Tony's arm so he could type into the hologram on the inventor's sleeve. "Those are coordinates," The Rocket Scientist confirmed, "No where are you, Pete. What did you send us?"

'Boss,' FRIDAY interrupted, 'The highest match is at 96%.'

Tony turned back to look at the holographic image of Peter. Scared, and putting on a brave face. Tony wondered if he was doing the same thing right now. Had he gotten caught? Was he left to be alone for a few minutes before whoever had him came back for more information?

Did they even need Peter for more information?

"Tones these coordinates…"

"What? What is it?" Tony asks, turning his head to where Rhodey was, but still not completely taking his eyes away from Peter.

'The logo matches up with Bellum Industry, but they went out of business almost three years ago, Boss.'

Bellum?

"Where do the coordinates match up?" Tony asked, finally turning to face his best friend completely.

As soon as he looked down at his arm, he already knew what was wrong. Tony's blood felt like ice, and he felt all the oxygen get sucked out of the room. No…

"Tony. The coordinates match up to right under us."

AN: Oof. Short chapter this time around, folks. Tomorrow is the end of this mini-plot, so there's that to look forward to. Up next: Day Five: Major Character Death.

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