3rd Person POV, maybe?
He was still there.
On the ground.
Unmoving.
Almost 3 hours it took for the white threads to become loose enough so that the trapped could become the escaped.
Tony slumped forward with a hand over his mini arc reactor. A ragged breath was forced past his lips in an attempt to slow the growing panic attack. It's not everyday that your favourite person in the whole damn world nearly eats you, so cut him some slack.
Clint, the selfish bastard, was being a fantastic help by playing dead on the kitchen floor. Seriously, for a super spy who shoots for a living, he isn't doing a great job at staying alert on a situation. Especially a situation involving Peter. The older ADORED the younger.
Steve had unwrapped himself first and was making a painfully slow-paced start on Wanda's bound hands. Really, the sticky stuff is stronger than even his super strength, so he was having to untie it manually which took some time. The witch gave a huff in fustration. She was too late to use her magic to stop Peter from doing whatever he was going to do to Tony. She could've prevented herself from beinging taped to a stupid wall too. Finally after at least 10 minutes, Steve (God bless his soul) had gotten her down and was comforting Tony with soothing words. The mechanic's eyes were frantic and welling with unshed tears.
"Anyone want to explain what the fuck just happened?" Asked Wanda as she shot a small burst of her magic at the oak doors. The blast wasn't that strong, but the strands that held the doors together didn't break with the force. Instead, the poor things flew off their hinges and crashed outside the room, alerting the others of their predicament. Shocked, she looked at her hands. Surely the ropes of white weren't tougher than her magic, were they? Maybe she just hit the wrong part of the door. Yeah, maybe. Hopefully.
"I have absolutely no clue. Something's definitely wrong with Peter though." Steve voiced his concerns for the baby Avenger. When being a superpowered soldier, most things didn't scare Steve. But when a tall, lanky, overall skinny-as-a-twig teenager suddenly snaps and tries to... kill his own friends, his hardened demeanour crumbled down.
Everyone knew Peter had a high moral code. He would take a million bullets for a stranger and would still try and save a cat from a burning building afterwards. He wouldn't let anything happen to someone he cared about, so why did he turn all savage?
A quick look to the lean body flattened on the floor made more worries to pop into Steve's head. The long spindly leg things had disappeared. Not a trace of them left.
Absolutely nothing.
Suddenly Natasha, Bruce, Thor and Bucky all trampled into the floor from the lift. Bruce stopped short at the sight of the 2 prone figures collapsed on the ground, scenarios flashing in his mind. He pushed forward to check up on them with Natasha in tow.
"Clint? Clint can you hear me?" The doctor was checking Clint's heartbeat and looking into the archer's eyes for any sign of a concussion. The man didn't move.
"I swear to whatever God you believe in Clint, that if you're dead, I will find a way to revive you, just to cut you up and throw you in a blender, saving you eyes to feed to stray dogs." Natasha snarled.
Silence... Then-
"Nnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooo" Came the prolonged moan from Clint's chapped lips. The female assassin smiled sweetly at him, her fiery eyes being the first thing the male saw when coming back to consciousness.
"Glad we're at an agreement for not murdering your ass."
After a few minutes and many failed attempts, the sharpshooter managed to sit upright with the help of Bruce and was rubbing his head with a sour expression. "Urg... my head feels like some unlucky soul decided to dump bricks on it. They're gonna be dead as soon as I can see straight again."
"No one did anything to your head Clint. You fainted." Wanda replied with a sly look in her eyes.
"No, I...No, NO! I wouldn't just faint! There had to be something that triggered me collapsing! Yeah! You guys must've put something in my water earlier!" Clint's flustered face burned red with embarrassment. He had fainted once on a mission when he was first starting out, and let's just say, Natasha is brutal when it comes to completing an assignment. He couldn't walk for 2 months after the assassin had had her way.
"I'm sorry, but it's true." Steve interjected, feeling a slither of pity for Clint. Natasha was not going to like him collapsing one little bit.
Speaking of the woman, Steve glanced at her and nearly laughed at her stonecold 'you're totally going to pay for slacking on the job' expression. The archer was soooooo dead.
"How about we take you down to the med bay Clint? I think you may have a concussion from your tiny fall." Bruce smiled at the forever shrinking form of the male assassin. Clint hunched over and flopped his head in his hands.
"Aaarrrggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh... FINE!! I'll go and get my head checked out for a bloody concussion..." the Archer mumbled to himself as his slouched figure was pushed down the hallway to the med bay, by a stoic female, a grinning Bruse leading the way.
As he passed Tony and Steve, the mechanic could hear the faint ramblings of how to escape Natasha's rath falling from Clint's pale lips.
"She can't do anything to severely harm me if I- no that won't work...maybe... no... If my vision focuses enough I can-" the archer turned out of range. Thor and Bucky trailing behind.
Steve sighed. Glancing down at Tony, he noticed that the genius' eyes were locked onto the prone figure of Peter, never once moving to grant something else with his talented gaze. Sadness pooled in those globes of coal, as if this effected him more deeply than he would like to admit. It was then that he realised something. Tony thought of the nerdy, science-crazed teenager as a mini him. It warmed Steve's heart to know that the billionaire had someone else in his life after Pepper rejected him and left the industry. Tony has finally found someone to mentor, (Properly. Everyone knew that Tony liked to have another 'Science Bro' or whatever he and Bruce calls them, and that's why he kept Peter rather than let him go. (Anyway, back to the sappy stuff!)), someone to dote on, someone to love. As a son. A smile etched its way onto the soldier's face at the thought of a mini Stark.
Steve's gaze then flickered out of the large windows at the side of the lounge. The sun was setting, pathing the sky in beautiful reds, yellows and purples. Like a wet painting in the wind, the colours ran and bled into each other, creating an array of wonderful hues, contrasting to the murky grey and dull building of New York.
In his haste to pick out the rainbow of shades in the curtains of space above him, Steve had failed to notice that he had drifted away from Tony, and was now stood in front of one of the floor-ceiling windows. The captain drew in a large breath of the polluted city air, and sighed heavily. Nothing beat the cool evening air of New York from Stark Tower.
"What should we do with Peter?" Asked Wanda softly. Forgetting about the great view for a moment, the supersoldier shot a nervous glance at the teen.
Peter was pale, paler than normal and still wasn't moving. His hair had flopped back from his forehead. A fluffy halo spread out around his silent face. He looked almost peacefully asleep, if one could forget what had happened 10 minutes ago. Not like that was going to happen anytime soon. Wanda sighed.
"He should've woken up or at least done something by now right? I mean, I don't know what happened to him, and frankly I'm not sure I want to know, but surely something must've happened by now."
Wanda scrunched her features up and carefully slid down to the floor next to the secret vigilante. Her hand brushed over his still face. His skin was furry and soft, like a baby's. She smiled at the thought of telling Peter this, a blush as deep as a rose crawling down his neck. He would try and deny it, but she would know the truth. Clint would most likely chase after him and demand to feel them, only to be thwarted by Natasha tapping his shoulder. The archer was scared of what the female could do,everyone was. Tony was slowly making his way over to Peter as well, careful to not jostle him too much. Except Tony. He would brush anything off and change topics, masterly diverting the thoughts of others.
"Maybe." Tony interjected. "I do hope we get some answers out of him as well as ground him. Scared the living daylights outa me!" His expression dismissing all of what he just said.
"What do you think made him do that? Turn on us I mean." Steve piped up.
Tony threw an annoyed and angry pronouncement at the soldier. A raised eyebrow was all he needed to complete the look of 'Are you seriously asking a stupid question right now- Aha! There it is!
"I don't know Steve, why don't we ask him. Oh wait, we can't. Can we?" The sarcasm dripping from his tone made even Wanda wince. She was the queen of sarcasm after all.
"I just hope he wakes up soon." Came a feeble reply from the billionaire. Steve and Wanda recoiled with shocked and bewildered declaration plastered on their faces. Tony was never the one to act so small and broken. He was the one who never went for medical stuff if he got injured, was always the one to get on Fury's nerves, was the one to laugh when someone was stupid enough to talk back to the fridge. (The kitchenware were terrifying if they got insulted. Mostly it was Clint, or Peter dobbing in Clint for the insults which would set them off. They hated the male assassin with a fiery passion which Natasha encouraged gleefully) Tony was never this emotional.
"He'll be okay Tony. He's a strong young lad." Steve said, trying to lift his friend's sadness. Watery eyes locked onto his in a silent plea for his statement to be true.
"What if he doesn't come back to then same Peter we know Steve?" Tony voiced his worry, clasping onto the younger male's hand with force. Knuckles whitening in the process.
Just as Wanda was about to support the genius, J.A.R.V.E.S' accent graced the room.
"Sir, there is a number trying to call. It's been calling several times for approximately 11 minutes and 46 seconds and I calculated that it must be urgent."
The three still conscious gazed questionly at the hidden speakers in the ceiling which were linked to the supercomputer.
"Patch them through J.A.R.V.E.S." A few seconds passed. A click sounded.
"Hello? Mr Stark?"
"Who is this?"
"Hello Mr Stark, my name is Charles Xavier and Peter needs to wake up."
LLLIIINNNEEE BBBRRREEEAAAKKK!!!!!
There ya go! A new chapter. Don't expect me to upload for another 3-4 weeks as GCSE's are a bummer and I don't wanna lose everything again if I rush. (Already lost this 5 times tonight) okay, I'm tired. And hungry. Night my Pack.
Альфа-волк out.