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Whumptober - 5. Gunpoint

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(Flash back)

“Mr. Stark!”

Tony grimaces when his neck snaps to the side and he glares up at the man above him, pulling back the hammer and pointing the gun at his head, “You shoot me and you don’t get what you want.”

“I shoot you and I get /everything/ I’ve ever wanted, Anthony,” the man spits at him, “But not before… a little test.”

Tony tenses when Justin turns the gun to Peter and steps slowly over to him.

“Don’t,” Tony warns him, “Don’t-”

“No?” Justin smiles sharply at him, “Don’t like the gun being on someone else?”

Tony shakes his head, “Kill me, leave the kid alone.”

“Or I could just… shoot him and then shoot you after,” Justin suggests, shrugging, “That’s a win-win if you ask me, Anthony.”

“Don’t hurt him, don’t you harm a goddamn hair on his head, I swear-”

“Or you’ll what?”

Tony presses his lips together, breathing calmly through his nose.

Justin reaches out, touching Peter’s jaw with the end of the gun and turning him to look up, “Looks like our friend Anthony is speechless. I gotta say, sport, that’s a first, even for me.”

Peter stares up at Justin, tears in his eyes, “Just take me, leave Mr. Stark alone.”

“My goodness,” Justin gasps and leans down, petting Peter’s hair, “You’re so /loyal/, and to such a scumbag. What did he do to get a pretty little boy like you wrapped so tightly around his finger, hm?”

Peter blushes.

“Leave him alone, Hammer,” Tony growls out, “I’m the one you want, I’ll give you anything, you just let him go-”

“Or is it the other way around?” Justin asks as he stands back upright, eyes filled with sick delight, “This kid got you around /his/ finger, Anthony? Come now, he’s just a child. Don’t… tell me it’s like that.”

“Its nothing like that.”

“No? Looks pretty clear from where I’m standing.”

Peter lets out a low sigh and turns to Tony, “My arms are getting tired, sir. I don’t think he knows anything, he’s just an idiot.”

Tony smiles, “Alright, alright. I think we’ve wasted enough time already.”

“What?” Justin asks in confusion.

Peter flexes his arms, snapping the ropes around his wrists, flipping his entire body up in the seat and slamming the chair against Justin’s head, knocking him out as Peter’s feet land back on the ground.

Tony stares up at him, clearing his throat, “Good job, kid. Mind helping me out here-”

He’s cut off when another man comes into the room, shouting in surprise when he sees that they’re making their escape.

Tony can’t do anything, still tied as the man leaps towards Peter first.

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Whumptober - 7. Isolation

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(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.

Whumptober - 4. Human Shield

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(Flashback)

“Why don’t we ever get /creative/ enemies?”

Tony lifts a brow, “Are you seriously complaining that they came with real weapons and not… what? Magic?”

“I just mean that I’d like to see them do something different,” Peter says, panting loudly into Tony’s ear as he jumps and leaps around wildly, dodging bullets left and right.

“Sorry to disappoint, kid, but this is it most of the time,” Tony tells him, ducking a spray of fire and returning it.

Peter sighs, “That’s disappointing.”

“Want me to unlock your iron suit?”

“No, no,” Peter says, “I’d like to actually do this /without/ cheating.”

“How is it cheating to use everything you’ve got, kid?” Tony asks rhetorically, “They are. You shouldn’t be ashamed of using nanotech to deflect these kinds of things.”

He says that, but he’s been watching Peter from a distance and the kid is phenomenal at avoiding fire.

“Feels like… cheating because I’m not you,” Peter tells him, pulling a gun from one of the men and shattering it in his fist, slamming it over the thug’s head and knocking him out, “No offense, sir. But everyone has their own thing and that’s not mine.”

“Right, right.”

Peter chuckles, but stops when one of the men pulls out a minigun and aims it directly at him, “Oh shit!”

“Pete, get down!” Tony bursts after him, flinging himself into the line of fire and turning his back to cover Peter, wrapping his arms around him and holding him down to keep him safe.

“Mr. Stark!” Peter shouts, reaching up and watching him helplessly as the bullets barrel down, the armor quickly replacing and repairing itself in an attempt to stop any of them from breaking through. It can’t last forever, but it buys him some time to think of an exit plan.

Tony grits his teeth, “It’s okay, just stay put.”

“Yeah, yeah… yes… sir,” Peter nods, his hands on the armor just around the arc reactor as Tony lights up, plates of nanotech separating from him and blasting the gunman.

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