Parker luck

Tony hung up the phone and let his arms fall to his sides limply, the noise of his workshop fading away into the background, Mays voice still ringing in his ears. 

Peter was gone. 

And so were his brothers, by default. 

Apparently, according to a frantic May, they had left the Parker apartment late the night before and had never shown up to meet the eldest's - Todd, Toby or something's- wife. When 7am had come around, she finally had the sense to call May, who called him in panic straight away. His teeth creaked in his skull, clenched in anger, JARVIS's prompts for action drowned out by the blood rushing through his ears. Why had that stupid woman not called the INSTANT they hadn't turned up? That was nearly a 10 hour window from the time of the attack to now. His so- Peter could be anywhere by now. He could be hurt, his brothers hurt, fuck they could be dead.

Tony could quickly feel himself spiralling down a dizzying hole, his vision narrowing while his breathing picked up, the ache in his lungs kicking himself into action. Tony liked to ward off incoming anxiety attacks by doing what he did best. Focusing on the facts. 

Okay, run through what we know.

okay, point number one. Peter was Spiderman. That either painted a neon target on his back, or provided him a decent chance at escape, depending on who took him or where he was. 

Shit! Tony thought, closing his eyes and groaning. Being the self-sacrificial little shit he knows he is, Peter would rather die than leave or hurt his brothers, having his bothers there with him meant his chance at leaving unharmed or alone was dramatically reduced. If there were civilians thrown into the mix, then the chance of him revealing his spidery alter ego was down to a whopping 0.2%. As a last resort, maybe. And if he was taken for being spiderman, that means someone out there must know his identity. And if that was true, it's possible they came prepared for his enhancements. Which is.... double shit.     

But how? Peter might be a bit naive when it comes to the whole "Superhero business", but he was also smart. Scarily smart. Tony smart. Especially in withholding his superhero identity. Jesus he had managed to take him to Germany to fight against captain godamn America -he winced, yeah that was still on him-, and had managed to conceal his enhancements from May for an entire year. The Kid was like that Godamn daredevil guy when it came to his identity, and Hell, if Tony hadn't had an entire artillery of super computers at his disposal, he might have not been able to identify the kid either. Despite all this, kid liked to change in alley ways. Which is... not so smart. 

He mentally checked off a box that said "possible identity reveal".

Point number two, Peter was close to Tony himself. A shudder ran through him at the thought of one of his enemies getting their hands on his kid. Tony Stark had a lot of enemies with too many allies, it's entirely plausible that Peter had been seen entering and exiting the tower through the intern levels as Tony Starks personal intern. Not many people knew though, he mainly used it as a cover if anyone asked, but he knew that the school had been notified of this development just in case Peter was needed somewhere during the school day, or if he was suffering a sensory overload and had to leave stat. A lot of lower level staff knew of Peters exitance too, due to Peter making the trek from the lower floors to the intern labs, to his personal elevator a couple of times a week. Sometimes he even popped down to the science and bio labs for chemicals for his webs because Tony can be a sleep deprived idiot and forget to stock up for him sometimes. Normally he would 'spiderman' his way to the roof entrance, but he loved to speak and introduce himself to the new interns. He claimed it made them less nervous when he rambled because hey if a highschooler with anxiety can keep his position here, so can some well adjusted adults. Because Peter had approximately the looks and the personality of a golden retriever puppy, everyone instantly loved him. Not to mention he could solve problems some of the interns had problems with with ease, saving them valuable time and energy. Every time he walked through the levels he had "hello!'s" and "Hey Peter!'s" thrown at him from all angles, much to his immense joy. Tony and Pepper once sat down and sorted through a 3cm thick pile of requests for peter to come down to visit more. They weren't even mad, because Peter took all the requests home with a beaming smile to show May. 

He made another mental note to screen every employee he has. Go through their application and double check that they didn't just pop onto the face of the earth mysteriously a couple of years ago with three PHDs and a full ride to Harvard. God knows it's happened before. 

Was he taken for ransom? Should he expect an envelope with a lock of hair inside it? Live footage from a dusty cell somewhere in Transylvania? Fuck he was too old for this. 

Logic and time sensitivity replacing anxiety, he swiped off his projects from three of his main holoscreens and got to work.  

"JARVIS, give me the route from the Parkers apartment to wherever that other woman was staying". He ordered, hands flying across his keyboard to bring up his list on any offenses that have happened in the Tower in the past year- around the time Peter got involved with Tony. 

Access denied flashed across his screen, and he did a spit take, before remembering that as CEO, Pepper was in charge of this kind of stuff, and had specific passwords that she changed every month. Bringing up her contact, he requested access with a quick flick of his wrist and dismissed the tab, already focused on a 3D map that appeared on the screen in front of him.

"Sir, I have taken the liberty to show any direct routes from the Parkers to the... Parkers residence and have chosen the route most likely taken last night. Would you like for me to show you?" 

"Give it to me, bud."

Three lines showed up on the hologram, winding through the streets like brightly coloured snakes. Two were red, and one was green. 

"The green is the route most likely taken, boss." 

"Yeah I got that, J." Shit. The green line alone spanned across a good chunk of the map, and the reds were even worse, making unnecessary turns throughout the city. And without cameras, there was no way Peter could be tra-

wait. Idea. 

"J, swap with FRIDAY for me will you? I need to pick her code real quick." 

JARVIS didn't reply, and Tony got a feeling he was being judged by his AI for not saying thank you, but a resounding ping and an Irish accent filled the lab a second later. 

"Hello, Boss. How can I help?"

Still studying the map, he asked "FRI, have you had any contact with Karen recently? Say...yesterday night or today?" She seemed to hesitate for a second, and Tony felt his tentative hope wilt, before she responded with;

"The last time I spoke with Karen was two nights ago at 2:34AM, as she was threatening to call you for Peter breaking Curfew, but we have not been in contact since-"

Tony slumped. 

"-However, Karen's tracking was activated last night, but went off at 11:02PM. This may be caused by her rebooting as she left a Stark Industries safe spot and lost signal. She is currently at 53% active, and functions like audio are available to use. I am unsure if Peter will be able to reply from his end." Tony came alive again, hope brewing in his chest, pulling up KARENS vitals. To his surprise, and to be honest a little bit of horror, his vitals came up empty. 

"So you're telling me Peter could potentially hear me if I tried to contact him?"

"In theory."

"Is he in the suit? I made the suit to have full ability functions active even if he was out of range. It's how it worked in Germany. Unless it's damaged we should at LEAST have audio and visual. Where are his vitals?" Another pause as FRIDAY searched her database. 

"I am sorry Boss, it seems that Mr Parkers suit is at home at the Parker residence. He does however, have his mask on his person. He is not wearing it, which is why you cannot detect his vitals. His webshooters are not attached to the ports on the suits wrists, so I can assume that he may be wearing them. Peters phone is offline, I cannot get a read." 

He nodded, mind whizzing a mile a minute, about to ask another question when his fiancé walked into the lab, a frown on her beautiful face. 

"Tony why are you requesting access for criminal records and offences for the towers residents? Has something happened?" She asked, crossing over the room to peer over his shoulder. 

"Pep" he choked. "He's missing."

She pulled back, shock written all over her face, staring directly at her husband with wide eyes. 

"What?" She breathed. There was really only four people who could get to her husband like this. Herself, Rhodey, Happy, and...

"Peter. He and his brothers went missing last night and... I'm stuck Pep. FRI told me she hasn't spoken to KAREN since two days ago and most of the suit is offline and I can't track him and I don't know what to do." He breathed in deeply, breath shuddering as Pepper allowed him to lean his weight on her. 

"What? Oh God... any idea who?"

"No clue. That's what I'm trying to find out. I don't know if this is a Spiderman thing, a Tony Stark thing or... God Forbid a human trafficking thing."

Pepper looked at him in silence for five seconds, and Tony worried if she mentally went offline.

"FRIDAY cancel any meetings I have today sweetie."

"Of course, Miss Potts." 

He jerked at her in surprise, before seeing her determined face and nodded. Peter may not be theirs by blood, but he knew for a fact he managed to bring out the motherly side of Pepper whenever he was around. 

It's why they have a copy of all his baby albums from May.  

"Okay, so what were you planning on doing with the offence list?" 

He took a deep breath and started to explain. With another person by his side it was easier to breathe. 

"I was thinking of crossing the offence list with the list of our official SI intern and intern programs, to see if any of the interns have committed crimes like fraud, company theft, snooping, being accused of being spies etc. If nothing comes up I'll move up a level and start on the scientists....or maybe I should start with the Paparazzi and journalists? Although all of them probably have something on their records. I'm only focusing on the interns right now because he's always down there talking with them, so my best guess is someone from the lower levels has sold off his info or something to people who have a vendetta against me." 

"That's a start at least. What about Happy? He picked Peter up on Friday didn't he? Ask if he's seen any shady characters hanging around the school lately. Black cars, blank plates, the works."

"He's my head of security Pep, if he didn't inform me of any 'shady characters' then I doubt there's nobody around. Nobody that's been seen, anyway. Go ahead and message him anyway FRI, say there's a code RED BLUE GRID."

"already sent, boss." 

"Good girl FRI, and start crossing the database for me will you? Any anomalies and you tell us."

"Of course, Boss. Also Mr Hogan has messaged you back saying "Hey Tones. Kids aunt phoned me and said to not pick him up from school Friday. Said there was a surprise. There's a code red blue grid? I'm on my way."

"What's a code "red blue Grid?"" Pepper asked, breaking the flow momentarily. 

"Its a code we made just in case Spidey goes missing. As in off the grid, off the map, vanished into thin air missing." 

"Oh. Red Blue Grid. Smart. Have you ever had to use it?"

Tony looked pained. 

"Not till today."

They stood in silence for a couple of seconds, DUM-E beeping and running around the other side of the lab. 

"What if there's no leads Pep?" he asked, voice shaking. Pepper reached out and took her fiancés hand in her own, stroking the top of it smoothly.  

"We'll find him Honey. We will. I have faith in you. Besides, didn't you say just before I came in that Peter could receive audio from his mask?" A sudden spark lit in her husbands eyes, a new lead to follow, a new theory to test. 

"You're amazing" He praised, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before spinning away.

"FRIDAY connect to KARENS contact."

"are you sure Boss? Peter could be within hearing distance of his kidnappers. I am still unsure about if we will receive audio back. "

"...If nothing else, We could let them know he's not to be messed with. If we don't get audio back, we reassure him, we make a vague threat to any kidnappers that may be in the room. If we get audio back, we can go from there."

"connecting....connecting...... connected to speaker." 

A loud burst of static in the lab forced Pepper and Tony to cover their ears with pained grunts. They could vaguely hear small shuffling sounds and muffled voices from the other end, it didn't sound violent though. It sounded like a conversation, even if it was a little panicked. Peter must be with his brothers. After hearing no negative sounds or angry voices, he took Peppers hand in his own and squeezed.

"Hello? Peter?" He ventured, and the shuffling sounds on the other end ceased, and someone gasped. 

"Peter? It's Tony. Come on Kid, are you there? I need to know where you are. FRIDAY can't get a read on you so I need you to work with me."

"Tony!" 

The couple felt relief deep in their bones, slumping and sighing in gratitude that they could hear his voice. Pepper sent a thanks to whoever was listening. 

"Peter! Oh GOD Kid do you have any idea how worried I've been? May called me this morning in a rush of frantic Italian swear words and I was about one panic attack away from sending every iron man suit after you!" 

"Tony please I don't have much time! I don't know where we are- the guy who took us knows about... You know! He's one of Toomes guys! He's enhanced!"

The bottom seemed to drop from the world, and a dark pool of dread started to swirl in the bottom of his stomach.

"You'll be okay Kid, focus on keeping yourself safe. If he's one of Toomes men he probably wants revenge. Make sure to listen to him- don't do anything to get hurt do you hear me parker?"

"Okay Tony I- I'll try. I just don't kno- SHIT KAREN ACTIVATE PEEPING TOM PROTOCOL!"

Pepper and Tony jumped violently as Peter hissed loudly in alarm, before the static returned and cut out abruptly. They had lost connection. 

"What- what? What happened FRI? What's the peeping tom protocol? I didn't add that one!" he asked, frantically trying to re-establish connection. 

"I'm sorry Boss, it seems that the 'peeping tom protocol' was created by Ned Leeds and mini boss as a way of quickly muting and blocking you at the same time if their hands were preoccupied or in the midst of something that was sound sensitive. You cannot force your calls through while this protocol is in place."

Tony pursed his lips. Are you kidding me,

"Are you saying Leeds hacked my AI? Again?"

"yes. Before you get off track, i would like to alert you to the fact that I have found an anomaly in the system."

Leeds could wait. 

An hour before. 

"Let's get down to business, shall we?"

Peter could hear three gun mechanisms click as the guards took off the safety, each gun aimed at one of his brothers. But the Boss wasn't looking at them, he was focused on him. 

He gulped, the intense stare doing nothing but alert his Spidey sense. It was clear he was waiting for him to talk, and he could smell the taint of anxious sweat in the air. He could tell it came from Tobey without looking, the professor probably scared out of is mind at the sight of a gun, let alone the guns being trained on his younger brothers. 

"O-okay." He whispered, ashamed of the fear he felt tickling his belly yet he could do nothing to stop it. The Gorilla man grinned big and wide, the sight of his teeth looking sinister with his pig eyes and strong structure. His brothers glared at him for speaking, clearly wanting him to shut up and let Wade take charge. The scarred man opened his mouth to retort something -probably something that would get him shot- but he was interrupted. 

"Glad ya agree Peter! Now, I know all about you. Every, last, thing." He drawled, and it set Peters nerves on fire at the implications of that statement. Please God don't let him harm his brothers. Or tell them. Both would preferably be off the proverbial table. 

"Okay, so you know me, do I get the honour of getting to know your name?" He prodded, letting a bit of his Spiderman persona seep through. Just enough to look like a rambling highschooler who didn't know how to keep his mouth shut, but enough to test if Gorilla man truly knew his identity. His brothers nearly blew a couple of blood vessels with stress. Wade hissed at him to "Keep your fucking mouth Pete you don't know what you're doing", and peter winced as he got a butt of a gun to the forehead. He slumped back, dazed, superhealing already doing it's thing. 

"On the contrary, Wilson, he knows more than you. You kill people for a living, he just gets 'em locked up. To revisit your earlier enquiry, Petey, you can call me Malcom. You got my boss locked up. You know how many of us were put outta jobs? There ain't a lot of demand for small time criminals like us." Peter scoffed and shifted, the cuffs around his wrist biting into his hyper sensitive skin.

"What like I'm supposed to apologise for that? You got people killed! You would have murdered more! It's not MY fault your boss was such an asshole!" He cried, staring straight at the man- Malcom, his mind hissed in mirth. His name was Malcom!- in an effort to keep the attention on himself. For one moment it looked like Malcom would Strike him, but instead he laughed, taking Peters chin in hand with his thumb and finger.

"Yer playing a mans game, boy. But I expected nothing less from one of Tony's weapons." He sneered, all traces of laughter gone. Peter jerked his head sideways, out of Malcom's hand and glared at him, eyes narrowed and mouth curled into a scowl.

"I'm nobodies weapon!" He bit out, feeling sick at the thought. Tony had never once wanted to use him for his own personal gain, sans Germany, but that didn't count because he was recruited, along with many others, and wasn't used just for his abilities afterwards. Instead Tony had taken the time to talk to him, starting with words carried from him by Happy, then he started texting, then he allowed a trip to his lab to help with the suit, and suddenly Peter was spending a good chunk of the week hanging out at the tower after school, being in the Lab, ordering takeout and watching movie marathons and laughing about the shitty science mistakes. Eventually, Tony had somehow gotten close enough to his teenage ward that he had his own room at the tower, and had a very healthy relationship with both Pepper and Tony, getting to hug them whenever just because. There was no way he was a fucking weapon.

"Oh yeah? He took you to Germany didn't he? He forced you to fight, I know that. How did it feel to be pinned down by good old Steve? A good person wouldn't make you go against older men. He clearly thought you were capable, buy you still managed to get yourself in a very...dangerous situation." 

Peter felt cold. Wade Jerked in his restraints as if he had been shot. This was getting dangerous, very fast.

"How do you know about that?" He wheezed, frozen. Malcom scratched his stomach and reared his head back, chortling. Clearly he was taking pleasure in the teens growing fear. It was clear his identity was important to him, perhaps that would be fun to play with.

"I know a lot of things, lil boy. For instance, you're Sp-"

"Peter what the fuck is he on about?" Andrew asked, voice high and clearly craving his boyfriends comfort as he tried to reach for his hand. Peter, who's heart had literally just skipped a beat, couldn't answer.

"Shut up you." Malcom growled, not even turning around to address him. They took this as a challenge, asking the things they've been wanting to all day. They started hurling questions at him and Peter, mainly about what he wanted with the boy, the cell filled with noise that Malcom was obviously finding annoying. 

"Shut yer mouths!" He warned, and Wade told him to go to hell. Peters Spidey-sense started to scream at him.

His hand moved quickly, and he bent down to give Peter the hardest slap anyone had ever given him, right across his left cheek. 

The teen's head whipped around and cracked against the hard stone wall, grunting low in his throat as he took the brunt of the attack, eyesight blurring for a couple of seconds. Fucking enhanced bully. 

"I SAID SHUDDUP!" Malcom roared, turning back to the stunned adults, who could only watch as Peters nose started dripping red blood and tears invade his eyes, cheek cherry red.

"perhaps now you'll fuckin learn. If I say somethin', you do it." He side eyed the rest of the room hard, before abruptly turning around and walked out the door, forcing the guards to follow him. He managed to pick up the hiss of 'If they interfere again, kill Deadpool. He'll come back but it wont be pretty 'come from his mouth, causing a cold shiver to creep up his spine. 

As soon as the metal door slammed shut behind them, Peter was attacked by the guilty eyes of his older brothers.

"Peter I'm so sorry! I didn't know he would hit you! Are you okay?" Tobey asked, quivering with adrenaline.  

He summoned the hopeful naivety of Spiderman, and sent a sunny smile to his brother, trying to swipe away the blood with his cuffed wrists, the blocky cuffs reminding him that no matter what happened, he could handle it. His family were normal, civilians, and compared to him, Fragile. Peter could keep fighting even with a bullet lodged in his thigh, could ignore the crack of his ribs if it meant getting a mother and her child to safety. He was Spiderman, it was his duty to protect people.

"I'm okay Tobey! I know it looks scary but I promise it isn't even broken!" Tobey just stared at him and shook his head, closing his eyes and leaning back on the wall heavily. Peter felt as if he was disappointed in him. It hurt.

"Kid I am not fucking playing. What the hell is happening." Wade demanded, and it was a testimony to how fired up he was because he didn't back down, not even when Peter shrunk back with big eyes. Fuck, now two people were potentially mad at him. Tears rose in eyes as for the first time since he woke up, began to feel hopeless. Fuck man, he never wanted this to happen. The worst part of having a secret identity was facing the fact that people will start to change how they see you. 

"I'm sorry." He choked, shaking his head. The words I'm Spiderman floated to the front of his mind, but damn if he was saying that. "I'm sorry you all got dragged with me, I wish it was just me who was taken I'm s-so sorry!" he cried, sniffling. Wade had fixed him with a hard stare, but there was no anger in his eyes. Tobey opened his eyes to look at Peter, the teen clearly feeling guilty over something or another, but trying to keep it together. Seeing as though Wade was still silent, he took the role of speaking.

"Peter that's not what he asked. What is happening?" He asked, professor voice in place of his soft spoken one. But Peter just shook his head, staring at the wall above the door.

"I-I can't tell you, I'm sorry. DONT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT WADE!" He answered, voice going from guilty to a yell in just a few seconds. Wade had been scoffing at him, disbelief on his normally happy face. His childish and protective personality had been switched with the calculating and deadly Deadpool, and Peter couldn't help but feel like he was fucked.

"Are you fucking kidding me Peter? That guy is clearly here for you and you have the audacity to keep us in the DARK? What happened to you? Are you tangled up in some shady business deals?" 

A head shake.

"Are you doing drugs?"

A head shake.

"Are you being forced to dabble in weapon deals? A runner boy?" 

A head shake.

This fucking kid.

"Peter?" Andrew asked, sending his boyfriend a warning look as he did so. Peter looked up, catching Andrews eyes and instantly felt shame at seeing the fear cloud those beautiful brown orbs, not unlike his own. "Peter..." He gulped, almost as if he was scared to initiate this conversation. 

"Is someone forcing you to do stuff you don't want to do? Is someone hurting you? Like...like Skip?"

Peter felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on him and jerked up in surprise. God no, FUCK no. All eyes snapped to Andrew, before three pairs looked right back to Peter. Wades eyes looked like they were clearing up, looking at him in a different light and Peter wouldn't mind except it was the wrong light. Totally wrong light, like the difference in lights were as different as an IKEA cow themed nightlight and a UFO beam. 

"W-what?" he croaked, looking at his older brother and trying not to shake. He hated thinking about Skip, about the possibilities. He didn't want to think about any of the adults in his life like that. It felt wrong. Tobey was white in the face. Andrew mistook his confusion for fear.

"It's just that- well that guy mentioned someone called Tony and said he made you fight against older men and he also said you were pinned down by someone called Steve and- and if that happened you realise it wouldn't be your fault right? You wo-" Oh Fucking hell. The conversation with Malcom earlier. What made perfect sense to him probably sounded completely different to outsiders. Peter was pinned, yes, but not under Steve, rather underneath something Steve had thrown.  The jetway had collapsed on him during the whole civil war fiasco last year, and he had to hold it up with his bare hands. 

"W-No Andrew no! Tony and Steve would never do that! They- they were just fighting, that's all, and I accidently got in the way and something fell on me because I was too stupid to move! Nothing and I mean nothing like that has happened since... well..." He looked at Wade, who understood. The relief on their faces would be sweet if they weren't locked in a cell. 

"Then wha-"

"Hello? Peter?"

They froze, a garbled male voice had just seemed to come out from nowhere, and it made Tobey gasp in surprise. Where had it come from?

"Peter? It's Tony. Come on Kid, are you there? I need to know where you are. FRIDAY can't get a read on you so I need you to work with me."

The teen lit up and sighed in relief, body slumping before sitting back up again with new energy. He turned his body so his side wasn't facing the wall, and they could all see the faint glow coming from his sweater pocket.

These numbnuts didn't even search my pockets! He crowed in his head, which means Tony had a way to find him! Find them!

"Tony!" he cried, ignoring the suspicious glares of the other residents of the room. 

"Peter! Oh GOD Kid do you have any idea how worried I've been? May called me this morning in a rush of frantic Italian swear words and I was about one panic attack away from sending every iron man suit after you!" The garbled voice was clearly stress- wait did he say Iron man suits?

Peter wasn't the only genius of the family. His boss "Tony", his internship, able to spend time in a lab, iron man suits and the voice of THE most famous man in the world?

Jesus fuck, kiddo.

"Tony please I don't have much time! I don't know where we are- the guy who took us knows about... You know! He's one of Toomes guys! He's enhanced!"

"You'll be okay Kid, focus on keeping yourself safe. If he's one of Toomes men he probably wants revenge. Make sure to listen to him- don't do anything to get hurt do you hear me parker?"

"Okay Tony I- I'll try. I just don't kno-"

Footsteps.

"SHIT, KAREN ACTIVATE PEEPING TOM PROTOCOL!" He hissed, and the blue light immediately faded with a faint female voice saying "be careful, Peter."

Tobey looked about ready to faint. "Peter what..?" He started, only for the teen to violently shish him, looking intensely at the door. 

A second later, it opened.