Irondad and Spiderson One-shots

Be quiet

*Mentions of threatened rape, doesn't happen though!*

"Be quiet," whispered a harsh voice in Peters ear,

Peter squirmed in the position he was in, his hands tied behind his back and a rag stuffed down his throat, and hiding  behind a dumpster that did nothing to his enhanced senses.

Tony's suit now scuffed up and his watch shattered, along with his wrist because the man couldn't get the watch off.His head pounding, because the man had thought knocking him out would be a good idea, but after a few rounds of slamming Peters head on the dumpster did he realize he couldn't.

A faint yelling could be heard in the distance and peter, through a haze of pain, immediately recognized it to be Tony screaming for him.

Peter tugged at the restraints while his broken yells stopped at the rag. A hand combed through his hair before grabbing it and forcibly pulling it back.

" I said be quiet!" The man whispered threateningly.

Tears prickled in Peters eyes as his stomach lurched with the horrid smell that surrounded the duo.

He's Spider-Man for fucks sakes, he can get himself out of this!

But he really couldn't, his head and wrist screamed in agony and he couldn't feel his legs anymore do to the fact he had been sitting on them for more a long while. He wanted nothing more than for Tony to find him. But the thought itself seems so impossible.

He should have just listened to Tony, he should have stayed inside the compound, he should have not followed the man.

Tears now streamed down Peters dirty face as the man shifted peter into a puddle ,of which he can't identify, further damaging the suit. Peter cringed internally, though getting Tony's suit dirty was the least thing he should be worrying about he couldn't help but feel horrible.

Peter sniffed and analyzed his surroundings. Ok, he was behind a dumpster about a block or two from the compound. He can hear various people shouting his name, but Tony's stood out the most, his watch is a no go so Tony can't track him with that. He was way to weak to fight himself out of this situation, he carried a couple dollars in the soles of his shoes, but peter was almost positive two dollars won't get him out of this mess. He had some gum in his pocket along with his phone-

His phone! Peter nearly sobbed In relief. He still had his phone in his pocket for Tony to track. Hopefully-

The man gripped Peters upper arms and hoisted him off the ground,

"Looks like we have to go," he whispered to peter a faint sickening smile on his lips. His legs wobbled and his let out a grunt of pain when his wrist was jostled.

A gun was cocked a peter felt as the cool metal pressed up to the side of his head,

"Just a precaution, don't want to kill you. Imagine how much money I could lose,"  the man whispered In Peters was. His smile widening as peter squirmed away.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" He cooed, he yanked peter forward, gun still pressed to his head, ignoring the pained grunt that came from him.
"Good,"
He then practically dragged him across the paved ground in the dark alleys, further and further away from the desperate cries of his only hope.

Peter struggled and made as much noises as his body and the man would allow.

"Stop struggling or your going to regret every second of it," Growled the man into Peters ear, the hair on his neck standing up as his hot breath grazed past it sending a uncomfortable chill down Peters spine.

But nonetheless, peter didn't give in.

He continued to thrash and kick much to his ability, satisfaction pooling in his stomach as he heard the man grunt with the effort of restraining him.

After minutes and minutes of this, his chances of getting out grew with every kick.

"ENOUGH!" Screamed the man, throwing Peter in the floor. A muffled scream tore through Peters throat as his wrist got caught underneath his body in an fruitless effort of breaking his fall.

Peter looked up at the man who towered over him the gun pointing straight at his forehead, anger and frustration igniting in his eyes as he stared deep into Peters fearful ones.

"I could have so much fun with you, with Peter Parker, Tony Stark's innocent intern. The money I would get in exchange for you, the pleasure I would have."

Peters blood ran cold at the thought of the man getting anywhere close to him like that, tears gathered in his eyes as he chanted one sentence over and over in his head.

Track the phone Tony,

Track the phone Tony

"But i would love to see my name in the head lines for Peter Parker's murderer, it has a better ring than rapist. What do you say?" The man said, his smile growing with the scene in front of him, he tilted the gun and walked close to him.

Peter desperately tried to back away but his wrist and head protested. So instead, he stayed down and watched as inevitable death came towards him.

"Nothing? What a shame,"

The man stomped down on Peters ankles, Peter cried out.

"I bet you had a beautiful voice," he whispered.

Peter could hear a familiar pair of metal shoes pounding the ground and peter couldn't help but let a relieved smile go over his face.

The man didn't notice his smile, but he did notice the gigantic red and gold metal suit standing behind the boy. His raised metal hand leveled with the mans chest, a faint high pitched sound filled the silence up before a light blue beam struck the man in the chest sending him flying backwards knocking into the wall.

Peter didn't even wait to see if the man was unconscious before turning his body around to look at Tony.

Tony fell to his knees and immediately took the rag out of Peters mouth.

"Holy fuck Peter did I not tell you stay in the compound?!"

Tony didn't wait for a reply before starting on Peters wrists.

"Honestly peter, one more second and you would be a dead arachnid-"

Peter let out a cry of pain as Tony gripped his shattered wrist.

Tony immediately let go and flipped up his face plate. Concern and guilt etched on his face.

"Shit- kid, sorry."

Peter nodded away his apologies and let out a rasp

"Broken"

Before settling on silence once more.
Tony nodded, agreeing to his statement before returning to his previous work. But this time, carefully.

The ropes dropped onto the floor and Tony looked peter up and down once more.

"Any other injuries I should be warned of?"

Peter shook his head,

"Don't believe you kiddo, FRIDAY?"

"Peter Parker has a severe concussion and a small laceration above his eyebrow."

"Agh, knew it." Tony said a forced smile on his lips.

"How bout we go on to the medbay?"

Peter looked up at Tony and nodded,

"Don't have a choice do I?"

Tony flipped down his face plate,

"Nope,"

He scooped Peter off the floor careful not to worsen any injuries and set towards the compound where the party guest were already cleared from.

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