People wake up in the night (my condolences towards them)
Tony wakes up to Pepper screaming his name loudly and shaking his shoulders.
Tony, per his self-destructive character, had worked in his lab late into the night. When FRIDAY had finally convinced him to go to bed, he had fallen asleep the second he fell on it. Somewhere in the night, Pepper must've draped the bedspread over him, because now he woke up to find his feet tangled in it.
Cursing and kicking his feet loose, Tony looks up at Pepper: 'Well, you look happy.' he states happily, seeing her grumpy face.
'Peter is in trouble.' Pepper says, not even glancing back at Tony as she runs out of the room.
Which is when it hits Tony: there is an alarm blaring and Pepper is stressed. Pepper is stressed. Something really messed up must have happened for her to be stressed.
Cursing the confines of his prison which is the blanket, Tony stumbles out of bed and after Pepper, swerving away from the doorpost just in time.
He turns the corner to see Pepper a few metres in front of her as he quickly dashes on, trying to catch up to his really fast wife (since when was she such a fast runner?) ahead of him he can spot Steve, Nat and Clint running into Peter's room, which is still hundreds of metres ahead.
Under his breath Tony curses as he realises a lot more things: 1: he should get a smaller house and 2: Steve, Nat, Clint and Pepper are running at full speed, which means something is horribly horribly wrong.
Ideas flash through Tony's head as his breath comes ragged in his throat: did the kid die? Was he kidnapped? Did he almost die? Was he almost kidnapped? Is he sick? Is he really sick? Has he randomly dissappeared?
Finally, after way too long, Tony reaches Peter's room at around the same time as Pepper.
His eyes widen as he sees Steve sprawled on the floor, taking in shallow breath's, a cloth lying over his face.
'Steve!' Tony cries earnestly as he runs into a crouch next to Steve, quickly removing the cloth from the latter's face.
He grabs the super soldier's neck in his arms. What's wrong with him? And calls his name again. Steve's head however lolls around. His eyes glazed over, as if not even seeing Tony.
Tony slaps his friend across the face. Steve looks annoyed for just a second, until his eyelids shut completely, and don't open again.
Tony stares at his friend, his trembling hand taking Steve's pulse. Thank goodness, his heart is still beating, albeit be it a bit slower than usual.
A glance back tells him that Nat and Clint faired the same fate as Steve, both lying unconscious by the door.
'Tony.' Pepper's voice says, barely above a whisper.
Tony looks up, she points at the bed. Nothing. She points to the window. It's open, and the curtains are flapping in the wind. Nothing to see there.
'Pep, I don't under...' Tony starts, then cuts himself off, realisation dawns on him.
Peter is gone. He's not in his bed, and the window is open. Peter is gone. Tony's kid, is gone.
***
Nat groans softly as an annoying beeping sound fills her head. Can't whatever that is just shut up?! Nat keeps her eyes closed as she curses herself internally for her initial groan.
She doesn't know exactly where she is: for all she knows, she might have as well been taken when Peter was taken.
Peter. Peter was taken. Gone. Nat had been there, she had been in the room for crying out loud! Peter had been taken, and it was her fault. She had been cocky, there had only been two people in the room, she thought they could take them.
Why? Why didn't she check behind her? Why didn't she make sure there were no more criminals hiding in the shadows?
Instead of doing that, she had marched in together with Steve and Clint like they owned the place. Cocky, deliberated and not the least bit scared. They had assumed Peter would be fine, because they were the avengers, and the avengers couldn't lose to two men!
Which is what had gotten Peter kidnapped, or worse.... what if.... what if he got killed? His death would be on her hands. Another red blot in her ledger, but this blot would be the largest of them all, this blot would be the one she regretted the most.
The beeping continues in the background as Nat tries to drown it out. Her heart beats faster as her breath comes quicker and quicker.
'Hey, hey, it's alright, Nat. It's alright, you're safe.' Clint's voice says softly from the side, his hand grabbing hers firmly. 'It's alright, you're safe.'
Nat peels her eyes open. She's in the med-room and Clint is sitting next to her with a grin on his face: 'Who knew your metabolism was this slow?! I already shook off the effect of the chloroform two hours ago!'
Nat tries for a smile, but it comes off more as a grimace and Clint's smile falls as well: 'He's still gone Nat, we couldn't find him.' he says sullenly as he still holds her hand and stares at the floor.
Natasha bites back her tears as she stares at the ceiling. They'll get him back. They will. They have to, because if they don't, Natasha doesn't know what she'll do anymore.