Have You Ever Started Reading A Book And Just Put It Down And Thought I Have Read Better Fiction By Fifteen-year-olds

have you ever started reading a book and just put it down and thought “i have read better fiction by fifteen-year-olds with microsoft word and a fanfiction.net account”

Instead of working on any of the 10+ Starker fics I’ve ALREADY started, or WHUMPTOBER, or some other challenge I’ve signed up for... I’m starting another new Starker fic completely unrelated...

Whumptober - 6. Dragged away

1, 2, 3, 4, 5

(Flash back, cont’d from last)

Tony gasps when Peter’s thrown into his lap, the both of them flying back and hitting the wall, but not hard enough to break the wood of the chair Tony’s still tied up to.

“Augh, sorry, sir,” Peter groans, gasping and pushing the blade away just in time for it to stick in the wall at Tony’s ear. Peter pulls the man in, kicking him between the legs and twisting his arm as his body presses firmly against Tony, digging him harder into the wall.

It’s a little painful, but Tony’s too turned on by everything that’s happening to care.

Peter reaches down to rip one of the legs off the chair, hitting the man in the head as his large fingers fly forward and wrap around Peter’s throat, slamming him back, the kid’s head just next to Tony’s and close enough to brush their cheeks together.

“I think you’re doing great, kid,” Tony says, smiling, “I’d love to help, but you’re squishing me.”

“Sorry, sir,” Peter pants in his face as he reaches down between them (Tony’s breath catches for a second there), fumbling at Tony’s belt, “Mind if I take this?”

“No, no, go right ahead-” Tony groans as Peter rips the leather from his slacks, “Glad to be of service.”

Peter snaps the belt out, hitting the man in the face and throwing him off enough that he can leap up, feet going over their heads and sticking on the wall. He stands horizontally, toes just above Tony as he pushes the guard back and wards him off, but then a second one joins them.

“Get my hands, would you?” Tony asks, trying to be helpful and leaning forward.

“Right,” Peter reaches down, snapping the ropes and ducking to miss the blade when one of the men tries to stab him, “Oh my god, why does he have a knife?” he asks, tone mocking (there’s probably a reference there, but Tony doesn’t get it), flipping out and kicking the man in the face, “Don’t you guys have /any/ manners?”

Tony groans as his arms are finally back in their rightful place, rolling his shoulders and standing to help Peter.

He grabs the first guy, pulling him around by the collar and slamming an elbow across his jaw, reaching out to grab the knife from where it was embedded in the wall.

Peter guides him along, guiding him back through the hall, “We’re almost out, we just gotta-” before he can finish speaking, something slams into them from an attached hallway and knocks both of them off their feet.

Unfortunately, Peter takes the brunt of it, flying back and hitting the ground hard.

Tony recovers first, lifting his upper half from the ground just in time to block the short sword coming down at him. He hits the man in the stomach, the jaw, and is about to take the blade from his hands when something wraps around his neck and yanks him off his feet.

His back hits the ground hard, air flying out of his lungs as he chokes, hands reaching up.

He looks down to see the lines of dirt his legs are leaving behind, Peter still out cold on the floor as he’s dragged away.

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Whumptober - 7. Isolation

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

(Flash back, cont’d from last)

Tony’s been captured before, this isn’t his first rodeo.

In hindsight, it’s actually easier this time. Probably because he’s less of a civilian and has been working with the Avengers for some time now.

And probably also because he’s technically been captured twice at this point.

His biggest concern is for Peter.

Last he saw him, the kid was out cold on the floor and didn’t show any sign of waking up. Did they capture him too? Or did they leave him there?

If it was the latter, Tony tried to assure himself that Peter would be fine.

Peter’s strong and smart and resourceful. If he woke up alone, he would find his way out and he would survive. He didn’t need Tony to make sure of that. He would be fine on his own.

But if he was captured as well…

Best not to think about that.

They leave him alone most of the day, letting him spend his time slowly going mad with all the ‘what if’ scenarios he can think of.

He spends the time pacing the cell they’ve put him in, checking the walls, checking the floor, checking the bed in the corner and anything else he can get his hands on.

The problem always comes down to this.

Without the housing unit, he’s not much. He’s just a human that is too smart for his own good.

If he doesn’t have his armor, even if he still had the arc reactor in his chest, he would not be able to do much at all with it.

He needs the armor.

Meanwhile, Peter without his suit is /everything/ he is in the suit and more.

So all he can do is wait. Wait, and hope. And maybe plot some kind of escape, if they ever let him out of this damn cage.

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