Irondad and Spiderson One-shots

Stiches

*Warnings for torture of a minor and gore,*

Hands and feet tied down behind him, Doctor Porter grabbed at Peters hair, yanking his head up to meet his gaze.

"You listen to me as I speak," He spat, spit hitting Peter in the face.

Peter scrunched up his nose is disgust,
"As long as it keeps your mouth shut, I don't fancy your spit on my face,"

In response, Doctor Porter slapped Peter hard across the face. Letting go of his hair just in time for his head to snap to the side.

"In time you will learn to keep that mouth of yours shut," He snarled.

"I'm hoping you'll be the one to show me how to do that." Peter replied, wincing at the now red hand mark on his cheek.

Doctor Porters nostrils flared with anger, his hand lingering towards Peters face once more. Peter tensed up, ready for the slap but what came completely threw Peter off guard.

Doctor Porter gently cupped Peters cheek I'm his hand, the other brushing his curls out of his face. Peter tried to jerk away from his touch, but Doctor Porter quickly grabbed onto his hair and forced his face back into his hand.

"Careful Peter," he purred, continuing to rub his thumb over Peter's cheek bone.

"So many things could happen in the days I have you," Peter shuddered under the doctors burning gaze and sickly sweet smile. "Many things,"

Peter couldn't help but notice how the doctors eyes wondered to his lips. He sucked in a breath and waited as the doctor harshly let go out his hair and turned to walk away.

"I've warned you to keep your mouth shut Peter, don't make me tell you again."

Peter didn't reply but watched as the man walked out, his white lab coat shuffling with each step.

He couldn't help but let the fear of what could happen wash over him.
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Peter laid on the cool metal table, the drugs used to bring him here without fight still flowing freely through his system.

He watched ,his eyes half lidded, as many assistants in white cloaks scrambled around. Setting scalpels, magill forceps, and many other medical tools I'm a small metal plate just to the side of his head.

Hands grabbed at his legs, arms, and head holding them down as straps were tightened over them. The leather immediately biting in on his exposed skin. Peter already knew he had no chance of breaking these until the drugs were completely gone.

Peter groaned numbly, his mouth loosely hanging open.

The assistants ignored any sound that came from Peter and continued on finishing their work as fast as they could before stopping all together as the sound of a metal door banging open filled his ears.

Then Peter heard scuffling and the voice he dreaded to hear everyday.

"He's ready?"

An assistant nodded
"Yes sir,"

If it weren't for the restrains, Peter would have flinched back in fear as Doctor Porter came into his line of view.

"Hello Peter," he said while snapping on a pair of blue gloves.

Peter did not respond.

Doctor Porter raised an eyebrow and leaned in close to his face,

"Nothing?" He scoffs, "That's a first,"