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The best duo ;___;

Peter: Please, call me Peter.

Tony, sipping on his 14th coffee of the day: It’s called Time Management kiddo

Got a family? 

I told you, I don’t wanna join your super secret boy band.

Tony appreciates that the secret society of scumbags who are all determined to make their lives as miserable as possible apparently try to shake it up a little bit, because instead of Tony being the target for their little kidnapping-plan, it’s Steve and everyone who had been with hm had to be taken as well because they’re witnesses.

And that’s where Tony’s appreciation ends, because it hadn’t been only him and Steve, no – Peter had been with them. Both Steve and Tony had noticed that they’re a lot more relaxed and likely to work on rebuilding their trust when Peter is with them, working as a puffer without him knowing it. But instead of spending the afternoon in an arcade (where Tony would obviously have won every single game, he’s sure of it), they’re in some moldy basement, tied to chairs, all their technology rendered useless by a surprisingly good jamming transmitter.

Tony and Peter sit by the side while Steve is placed in the middle, tied up with something that actually manages to withstand his superstrength. Peter is getting antsy next to him, but Tony throws him a look that tells him to keep still. It’s probably not surprising that this isn’t Tony’s and Peter’s first shared kidnapping experience – c’mon, he’s Tony Stark, the list of people who want to do him harm is pretty much endless, and since the world found out about his personal intern, everyone makes the mistake of thinking Peter is an easy target. Peter knows the drill: as long as nobody lets it slip through that they know he’s Spider-Man, he won’t do a single thing that would give him away. Peter isn’t a big fan of that rule, of course, but seeing that every adult in his life, plus Ned and two very concerned Ais agree with Tony, he does his best to follow it.

Someone punches Steve’s face again. That has to be number six or seven, but to be honest Tony isn’t really counting, too busy trying to come up with an escape plan. “Where is the Winter Soldier?” the man asks to the umpteenth time.

“I’m not gonna change my answer just because you keep asking,” Steve answers, spitting some blood on the ground. “I can do this all day.”

“He really can,” Tony throws in, hoping that by pulling the attention on him he can give Steve a short break. “He’s such a stubborn asshole, you wouldn’t believe it.” The only reaction he gets is a somewhat annoyed look from Steve. Hey, Tony is trying to help, okay? In this state, he can’t do anything else but talk.

They punch Steve again. So much for giving him a break. “Where is the Winter Soldier?”

“Dead,” he answers, the venom from the beginning of this little question game now gone and replaced with annoyance.

The man’s fist is already back in the air, when the woman who leans against a wall at the back shakes her head. “This isn’t working.” Before Tony can make a witty remark, she’s nodding towards the other man whose primarily job has been to stand tall, cross enormous arms over his chest and look intimidating. “Go get it.”

The man grins, leaves the room, and comes back shortly after with a chunky box that looks like it might be older than Steve himself.

Peter nervously shifts in his seat, and when Tony looks over to him, the kid does his best to nod towards his own neck. His spidey sense.

That can’t be good.

“What’s that?” Tony asks.

“Oh, don’t worry,” the woman answers with a smile, walking towards the box, “it’s completely harmless.” She flips a switch. “Well… for us, at least. For enhanced people, however…” Another switch gets flipped.

Immediately, Steve starts trashing around in his chair, trying to fight whatever that machine is doing to him – and failing. Tony’s attention isn’t on Steve, though. It’s on Peter, who went rigid, eyes wide, biting down on his lip so hard that it turns completely white, doing his best to not show any signs of his pain.

Tony has to stop this. He doesn’t know how, but he knows he has to do it soon. He has to stop it now.  

“So, let’s ask you once again,” the woman says in an agonizing slow way, apparently enjoying watching Steve squirm and finally being affected by what they’re doing. “Where’s the Winter Soldier?”

“Dead,” Steve presses out.

“Turn it up.”

This time, Steve can’t suppress the scream that rips from his lungs, and tears spring into Peter’s eyes as he desperately tries to keep quiet.

“Stop it!” Tony screams, his heart beating in his throat, a special kind of anxiety and urgency taking over, the one that always takes over when he sees Peter in pain. “Stop!”

“And why would we?”

“Because then I’ll tell you where he is!” That gets their attention, but it doesn’t make them turn off the box. “And that box isn’t working on me, so why keep it on?”

“Oh, seeing as you just offered to give us some answers, I think it’s working just fine,” the woman says with a smile, coming over to him and Peter, the box underneath her arm. With every step that she comes closer, Peter stiffens more and more, reacting to the close proximity.

The woman notices Peter’s struggle.

No. No, no, no!

“Oh, are those tears?” she asks in mock-concern, lying a hand on Peter’s curls. Tony starts to growl, pulling against the robe around his arms and legs stronger than before. “Are you sad to see your childhood superhero in so much pain?” Suddenly, she grabs a handful of his hair, turning his head in Steve’s direction. “Watch closely. This is what happens in people aren’t doing what they’re told to do.”

If looks could kill, Tony would’ve killed that woman at least five times already – but then he sees it: the blood running out of Peter’s ears.

The woman sees it, too. And, unfortunately, she’s not stupid. “What-”

Peter decides to break the rule. Before the woman can finish her sentences, he pulls his head free from her grip and throws it forward, hitting her right in the chest (probably breaking at least five of her ribs from that punch alone) and sending her flying across her room until she crashes into the wall hard. She doesn’t stand up again, her eyes are closed, and for Peter’s sake, Tony hopes she’ll live.

The men are confused for exactly one second, but it’s one second too long. Peter breaks free of his chains and jumps at them, knocking them out with one punch each (looks like Nat’s training really paid off – or Peter is simply angry enough). However, Peter’s rampage doesn’t end there. He turns towards the still-running box and Tony has never seen so much fury in the kid’s eyes. Peter picks up the box, holding it high above his head and smashes on the ground with a scream, destroying it in such a vicious way even Tony wouldn’t be able to fix it.

Silence fills the basement. Well, silence except for Peter’s heavy breathing, Steve’s small whimpers, and Tony’s heart that’s thundering in his ears.

Peter begins to sway.

“Kid,” Tony immediately says, trying to keep his voice as calm and soft as possible, even though he’s… well, Tony wouldn’t say scared, because it’s Peter he’s talking about, but… sometimes, he forgets how strong the kid is. What he could do if he wouldn’t choose being nice. And this reminded Tony of it. “Peter.”

“M’. S’ar’?” Peter mumbles, blinking and still swaying.

“Yeah, kid, Mr. Stark. You did very good.”

“’m diz’y.”

Tony’s eyes jump towards the blood that’s now running down the sides of Peter’s neck. “I’m guessing your eardrums burst, that can effect your sense of balance. But your healing should take care of it in a matter of a few minutes.” Peter nods, which he obviously immediately regrets if the grimace on his face is anything to go by. “Peter? Hey, buddy. I need you to get me out of this, okay? Can you do that?”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, slowly stumbling over to Tony, looking like a drunkard on his way home. Halfway on his way to Tony, he loses his balance, stumbling towards the wall but catching himself in the last moment, one hand against the wall – the wall that now has a little crater in it because the kid didn’t control his strength. With lazy eyes, Peter blinks at the wall and looks at Tony.

Tony with his very much human bones that break way easier than a wall. Yeah, Tony had the exact same thought: there’s a real chance that Peter might hurt him by accident. “I can’t-”

“You can,” Tony quickly says, ignoring his own fears in favor of reassuring Peter. “And you will.”

“But-”

“You won’t hurt me, Peter. You would never. I trust you, buddy.”

Peter looks him in the eyes for a second, as if he wants to reassure himself that he really won’t hurt Tony, and Tony gives him a small smile and nod. With a new surge of confidence, Peter bridges the rest of the way towards him and starts to slowly and carefully work on the robes that hold Tony captive. The entire time, Tony encourages him with gentle words, and as soon as the last robe fell to the ground, he pulls Peter against him, crushing him in a hug.

“I’m so proud of you,” Tony whispers, careful not to strain the kid’s no doubt overly sensitive ears.

“That box sucked,” Peter mumbles in his shoulder, slouching against him in exhaustion.

Tony tightens his grip around Peter’s shoulders. “Yeah, it really did. But you sent it to the equivalent to Technology Hell, so it’s fine.” Peter nods, and Tony allows him a moment to catch his breath. “Listen, I know you’re exhausted, but you need to break Capsicle out of that chair.”

Peter nods again, and Tony helps him towards where Steve is sitting, his head lulled back and eyes closed, but his chest is slowly rising and falling. “Hey, old man. I know you grandpas have the habit of falling asleep everywhere and at any time, but I can’t carry two superheroes out of here. C’mon, I’m obviously not the brawn of the team.”

Steve groans and it sounds exactly like his annoyed groan. Oh, he will be okay. “Next time, let’s stick with the original plan of going to the arcade. It’ll be more fun.”

Tony can’t help but smirk. “What makes you think losing against me will be more fun?”

Peter: Are you shuffling?

Shuri: Everyday.

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