Whumptober -6. Dragged Away

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 - 8. Stab Wound

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

(Flash back, cont’d from last)

The questioning comes, and then being shoved into ice-cold water when he doesn’t comply. See? It’s just like the first time.

The fourth time they shove him down, they don’t pull him back up.

Instead, he feels the hand let go of him and he’s tentative to come back up on his own, but he can only hold his breath so long.

Something sharp digs in at his back and he tries to fight the person off, but they back away and out of his reach.

His fingers slip back to the edge of the tub to push himself up out of the water.

Just as he starts to, he feels hands return to his neck and shoulder and he turns to shove them away as well, to attack, to do something. Maybe to make his escape, he hasn’t exactly planned it out just yet, but now seems like the best time to try something.

He throws out his fist, but his hand hits the shadowed figure as though he’s made of rock and the man doesn’t even have the decency to back away.

Tony reels in pain, still spluttering and coughing as he blinks to clear his eyes.

He first looks at his hand, then back up and he smiles in disbelief, “Peter?”

Peter’s arms wrap around him and Tony collapses against him, clutching at his skintight suit and still trying to catch his breath.

“Oh god, kid, you had me there for a moment.”

“I’m so sorry, sir, I came as fast as I could.”

“Nah, you did great,” Tony assures him, leaning on Peter as his vision starts to go black, his legs giving out under him.

Peter catches him, and Tony barely hears his panicked voice when he realizes that Tony’s been stabbed.