Chapter 1
They took them from right under Tony's nose.
It was supposed to be just a small ice cream break.
How was Peter supposed to know that an ice cream could end up costing him and Morgan their lives?
They've had their eye on both of them from quiet a few months. Following them. Looking for even a spare second to grab them.
Not just him.
Not just her.
Both of them.
Because this wasn't about money.
This was about revenge. From the one and only Tony Stark. What better way than to take his own kids and make him suffer.
They knew Peter wasn't Tony's biological son. But what they also knew was how much Tony loved and cared for him.
So they decided to take them both. And that day, they got their perfect chance.
Peter's Spidey sense had been going crazy the whole week but he had chosen to ignore it, finding it wierd for nothing to be happening.
Maybe he was just tired because of School or too much patrolling as Spiderman.
.....
Morgan was pleading to Tony to let her go and get ice cream with Peter. And it's not like anyone could say no to those big brown, hypnotizing eyes.
"C'mon Mr. Stark it's okay once in a while." Peter said playfully.
So Tony finally gave up.
"Fine. Just be careful okay. And you miss."
Tony said kneeling down in front of Morgan
"No running away here and there."
He tickled her nose.
She giggled.
"Yes daddy. I promise."
It was the perfect opportunity for them tk grab them.
Peter and Morgan were happily walking and chatting away as Morgan licked at her ice cream.
They attacked Peter from behind before he could even react and knocked him out using a tranquilizer, knocking him out and carried his unconscious body and a crying Morgan to their car and sped away.
So there they were, sitting in a cell. It was dark, and clingy, the only source of light was a bulb dangling from the ceiling in the middle of the room.
Peter was sitting up against the cold, dark wall with Morgan curled into a ball in his side, her small, trembling fingers curling into Peter's shirt.
Of course she was scared.
She was just 5 years old
His head was pounding and he felt sluggish. Whatever they had drugged him with, seemed to have weakened him.
"Hey Morg, Look at me."
She turned her face to look at him with her big brown, tear filled eyes, her face flushed red due to all the crying ever since they grabbed them.
He couldn't imagine how scared she must have been.
When they drugged him, when he had passed out, Morgan was alone with all those cruel people.
He had woken up to a crying Morgan pushing weakly at him and telling him to wake up.
So he had gathered her up in his arms to comfort her. At that point he mentally made a promise to himself that no matter what, he had to stay strong for Morgan. And no matter what happened, never leave her alone.
"Hey Don't be scared it's okay now, I promise, I'm not gonna sleep again okay."
Peter tried to comfort her.
Morgan curled back into him further.
"I want Daddy."
It broke his heart to see her like that, and the worst part was that he couldn't do anything about it.
"I know, I promise okay, you're gonna go back to Daddy."
Morgan removed her face from where she had buried it in his chest and held out her small, pinky finger in front of his face.
"Do you promise?"
She said, sniffing back a sob.
"I promise." Peter smiled, hooking in his pinky with hers.
Morgan wiped her tears with the back of her hand.
"Okay."
She said softly and Peter moved his hand behind her head and pulled it to rest gently on his shoulder.
She quickly latched her hands around Peter's neck and held onto him, believing every word her brother said.
The door to their small cell was thrown open with a bang.
Peter stood up immediately pushing Morgan behind him to shield her. She clutched onto the lower back of his shirt and buried her face there.
There were three men standing at the entrance.
It was dark so Peter couldn't make out their features.
But one word from the man standing in the middle, was enough to send Peter's world crashing down.
"Hey Einstein."
Peter's eyes widened.
No.
It couldn't be.
Please don't let it be him.
Anyone but him.
He watched as the man started moving forward, stopping under the small lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, highlighting all his features.
The blonde hairs. The same blue, horrifying eyes.
Skip started moving forward again.
Peter's breath quickened as he slowly retreated back, pushing Morgan behind him further until he felt his back touch the cold, unforgiving wall.
Skip stopped in front of him, just inches away from his face.
Peter tried to be strong but he was clearly failing.
This wasn't just a random stranger that had kidnapped them.
It wasn't someone from Tony's past, No.
It was the monster that infested his nightmares as a kid. The monster that had ruined his childhood.
"Y-you di-did this?"
He managed to choke out.
"Oh Einstein."
There it was.
That nickname again.
He stood there, fear crawling up his spine, keeping his hand on Morgan, pressing her further behind.
"No it wasn't me. I was just lucky enough to get involved in a 'revenge from Tony Stark' scheme. And look who I found in the process."
Skip said, eyeing him up and down.
Peter's breath wavered and he shuddered.
"We've been keeping an eye on you, on both of you for a while now. Well, I have mostly been keeping an eye on you and I couldn't help but wonder how much you have grown."
He trailed the back side of his hand down Peter's face who pushed him away from him.
"Don't touch me."
He screamed, breathing shallowly.
But Skip just laughed. Like a predator toying with his prey right before eating it.
"Well you've grown stronger too. Which makes sense because you're Spiderman. Aren't you Pete?"
Peter's eyes widened in shock.
"How did you-"
"As I said Peter, we've been keeping an eye on you. And It wasn't difficult to find out who you really are when all you need is an abandoned alleway to get changed into your Spidey suit."
No. All of a sudden everything was much worse now.
He hadn't just kidnapped them but he has also been stalking him. And not just normal stalking. He had seen him. Changing .
His Spidey sense had warned him so many times and yet he had chosen to ignore it.
Bile rises up Peter's throat.
This couldn't be happening.
It's like his nightmares were coming back to haunt him.
He watched as Skip gestured the two men standing behind him to leave as he returned to face him.
"You know.."
Skip continue, pacing side to side slowly in the cell.
"The man who planned all of this isn't someone who's gonna take mercy on even a 5 year old."
He said gesturing, towards Morgan who pressed herself further into his side.
"He wants revenge on Tony Stark. And I guess you must have figured out how he's gonna do it. Isn't that right Einstein?"
"No please, she's just a kid. Leave her out of this." he said as his eyes shined with unshed tears, the thought of begging to his childhood abuser bringing in him nothing but disgust.
"Well Pete, he's really evil, I don't think he's gonna listen."
"Please." Peter begged again.
Skip moved towards him and started humming, keeping his gaze fixed on him.
"I like it when you beg."
He smirked.
"You know Peter, I think I might be able to convince the leader to take mercy on sweet little Morgan."
"Thank you." Peter let out a breath.
"Not too fast. Of course I want something from you in return."
There was a deep pit in Peter's stomach. He knew what he was talking about.
"No!." He screamed in shock as realisation dawned upon him.
"No get away from me."
"I'm gonna take what I want to anyway Peter, you might as well just give in . And besides I guess you've brought me someone so much better for what I want."
He smiled cruelly as his hands started reaching towards Morgan.
"No!." He shouted.
" Please, she's just a kid."
But Skip didn't stop.
Peter kept pushing her behind him and trying to push Skip away from them but it wasn't working.
So he did the one thing he could to save Morgan from a lifetime of trauma.
He squeezed his eyes shut, leaning forward and crashing his lips onto Skip's, tears finally falling down his cheeks as Skip halted in his actions and gripped his face, kissing him deeper.
Peter kept his hand on Morgan, forcing her head to be pressed into his side, making sure she's not looking at what was happening.
He tried to break the kiss but Skip had a strong hold on his face and curls and he kept kissing him harder and deeper.
Skip broke the kiss with a moan and moved his lips down to press sloppy kissed on his jaw and neck, sucking and leaving marks on his sensitive skin.
Peter tried to remain as still as he could as he let Skip take whatever he wanted from him, tears falling uncontrollably.
He bit his lip so hard that it started bleeding as he tried to hold in his sobs, swallowing back the bile coming up his throat, feeling the wet sloppiness on his skin and the pleasure sounds Skip was letting out.
He stood there helplessly until Skip's hands slowly moved to his jeans fumbling with the buckle.
His eyes opened with a jolt, widening in shock as his hands came up involuntarily and pushed at Skips chest to push him away from him.
"Watch your hands Einstein. You don't want Sweet little Morgan to pay for your actioms now do you?"
Peter looked down helplessly.
A choked sob escaped his lips as he got out the two words that were gonna haunt him for the rest of his life.
"Not- not here."
He sobbed out.
Skip smirked and dragged Peter out of the cell who tried to reassure a crying Morgan while being dragged away.
Tears welled up in his eyes on the thought of what was about to happen to him.
He knew it. He had tried to to do it to him when he was a child. And now he was gonna do it.
And no one could save him.
.........
Peter lay on the dirty mattress helplessly as Skip took him, one of his hand clamping harshly on his mouth while the other gripping his hip harshly as he moved back and forth in a brutal rhythm.
Peter moved his face to the side as tears rolled down his cheeks, his eyes rimmed red due to crying uncontrollably as he looked at the heap of the clothes lying at the far side of the room.
The clothes that were supposed to protect him from being exposed. That were supposed to be on him, now lay on the floor far away from his reach.
No cover, nothing to preserve him from the hunger of the evil.
So he lay there, defenseless and vulnerable as Skip used him.
He felt as Skip released inside of him with a grunt and collapsed onto him, removing his hand from his mouth and pressing his lips softly on Peter's.
"You're not gonna let anyone hurt her now right?" Peter spoke in between his sobs.
"For today."
His body stilled.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I won't let anyone hurt her for today. You're gonna have to pay me every single day for her safety."
Peter squeezed his eyes shut, nausea creeping up on him.
"Do you understand?"
Peter nodded.
So Skip started doing it to him everyday then.
Using him.
Dirtying him.
Slowly breaking him, tearing away his soul and heart into millions of pieces.
Peter tried to hold himself together for Morgan's sake.
Even after Skip took him everyday, broke him, killed him from inside, but still he put on a smiling face for her.
Because she was his responsiblity.
He always put on a smiling face with her.
Well, atleast for the time he was with her.
Morgan had to watch helplessly as they dragged him out of their cell for the second time that day.
He had taught her not to make any noise and stay quiet when they came to take him. He couldn't risk her drawing even a little attention to herself.
The leader, the one who planned all of this, loved to torture him.
Kick him.
Punch him until he couldn't breathe.
Make him bleed.
Torture him everyday using different tactics.
Sometimes they electrocuted him, or burned him.
They would cut into him after tying him down.
Apparently that was their motive. Just to torture them.
To make them hurt.
Keep them in pain.
So that by the time Tony found them they would be long gone, and then Tony would suffer.. just like he had.
Skip convinced the leader with the idea of letting Peter take all the heat of his and Morgan's part both because apparently it would hurt Tony more than anything knowing Peter died protecting his daughter.
That was their plan. To make sure Tony only found their dead bodies.
Even after all the pain, all the torture they made him go through, Peter still tried his best to never give in to the darkness. To never pass out.
He had to stay awake for Morgan.
He didn't want himself to be thrown into the cell passed out and imagine how Morgan would be seeing him like that. The last time that happened Morgan had almost cried herself to death. And he was not letting that happen again.
She was already scarred too much for her age. But again. So was Peter.
So he tried his best to make things better for her.
He sat in the cell with Morgan on his lap.
Comforting her, making her laugh on occasions when in real he was just an empty shell from inside.
What hurt more than the torture wounds were the bruises marking his wrists, his neck, his hips, and his thighs.
Morgan had no idea what was being done to his brother.
For her, they were just 'hurting' him, and that alone was scary enough for her.
And Peter was thankful for that. He intended on keeping it that way.
Morgan shouldn't know what the marks on his neck meant.
He would feed her joyfully when they were given food on some days, sometimes offering his own to her too.
"I'm not really hungry." He used to say.
He never once let the pain of his sufferings come on his face.
Sometimes the sleeve of his shirt would slide up revealing the bruises on his wrists.
"Petey you're hurt."
"I'm okay Morg. Nothing Spider-Man can't handle."
She would ask him or cry sometimes, watching her brother come back to the cell with more wounds than before. But Peter made it look like they didn't hurt a bit.
It wasn't until he made her go to sleep, making sure she's completely out of it, did he let his tears fall, the events of the following days rushing back into his mind, reaching and clawing onto his soul even more and more every night.
Morgan would hear muffled, soft cries every night after Peter tucked her in to sleep.
She knew that his brother was hurt but she didn't want to let him know she knew.
Because she could see how hard it was for him. And how hard he was trying for her.
She just wanted to go back to Daddy.
She slowly got used to falling asleep every night to soft cries instead of lullabies.
.......
Peter's whole body rocked on the dirty mattress as a figure loomed above him.
He tried to tune out the moans and grunts, the feeling of something hot lodged in between his thighs.
He lay there brokenly, not even having the strength to fight, that is, if he could.
His eyes were empty and void as they stared up ahead into the oblivion.
Silent tears rolled down his face meeting the dirty matress beneath him.
It had been nearly a month since they were taken and Peter had almost lost all hopes of rescue.
He couldn't figure out how he was still alive.
How the deep, stabbing pain in his heart hadn't taken the life out of him.
But again, it was him who was holding on.
Not for himself. But for Morgan.
A month of holding himself together for her.
A month of enduring pain and suffering.
Every day for a month and still every time Skip did this to him, he felt a part of himself die.
Just when he thought he couldn't be more broken, he would be proven wrong the next day.
He felt a wet release inside of him marking the end of the dirty act.
"You're gonna die soon Peter."
A low voice made him turn his eyes slowly to look into the eyes of his tormentor.
He almost looked sympathetic, if it was possible.
More tears rolled down his eyes as he thought about Morgan stuck in that cell alone.
He was right.
Skip was right.
He was about to die.
He could feel it too.
He had a black eye and a split lip. His nose was most probably broken as dried blood coated it. Loads of bruises covered his face and jaw.
Dried Blood coated his hairs from a small gash on his forehead where they had banged his head on the concrete in a torture session.
He had bite marks and red long slashes all over his back, abdomen, thighs and hips from where Skip has scratched his nails and bit him to mark him .
His neck was covered in thousands of hickeys and bruises from Skip and from the torture session where they had tried to strangle him.
His wrists were covered in bruises where Skip had held onto him tightly while taking him and angry rope burns where they tied him up while they tortured him.
His back was covered in multiple contusions from where they whipped him.
And so much more to go on with.
He knew he didn't have much long.
"Skip."
He stuttered out. His voice, barely above a whisper.
All the trauma hadn't just taken away his will to live from him but also his voice, bending him, crushing him down below them.
"I need your help. Please. For all the times I made you feel good and happy, please just, please get Morgan out of here and back to Mr. Stark."
He begged again, swallowing back disgust. He never wanted Skip to even lay a hand on her. But he wasn't left with much of a choice.
"She can't stay here alone. Please. Just her."
He expected Skip to refuse him, hit him for even asking for such a thing, but instead what he said next shocked him.
"Okay."
Skip said softly giving him a small, sympathetic smile.
"Pr-Promise me you wont- you won't touch her. Please."
"I promise."
He felt strong hands grip his hips and then Skip was slamming inside of him again.
Like he hadn't a few minutes before.
He turned his head to the side brokenly, trying to live through what seemed like the last time this was being done to him.
He could have sworn he heard a small "I'm sorry" from Skip but he chose to ignore it.
"I love you Pete."
"I love you too Skip." Peter muttered brokenly, his voice and body both void of any remaining emotions.
.........
Morgan watched as her brother returned to the cell with a small smile on his face. His eyes were rimmed red and he had clearly been crying.
She watched as he sat in front of her and picked her up to sit her on his lap.
He turned her face towards him and brushed a strand of hair out her face softly.
"Hey Morg." He smiled.
She could see he was trying not to cry.
Um- well...Morgan..You need to know this."
He took a pause, taking a deep breath.
"I'm going to die soon."
Morgan stared at her with her big eyes, confused.
"What is die Petey?"
She watched as a tear escaped her brother's eyes.
She bent forward and wiped it off with her small finger.
"Well.."
He said, as he took her small hand into his.
"It means that..I'm going to go to sleep one day and um..I'm not going to wake up."
Morgan stared at him, puzzled.
"But you will wake up in the morning right? Everyone wakes up in the morning."
Peter held back a sob.
"No Morg. I'm never gonna wake up. Not even in the morning."
"But why. I want you to wake up. Who's going to be my spider brother then? Who's gonaa play with me and get me ice cream? Noo you can't sleep Peter."
Peter threw his head back, resting it against the dirty wall as he cried openly .
Morgan was too naive, too young for all of this and he had to just sit there and explain to her why her big brother was not going to wake up from his sleep one day.
She thought that he didn't want to. She thought he had a choice. She didn't understand any of this.
He took a deep breath and faced her again.
"Well, Sometimes we don't have a choice."
"Of course we do. You can choose to not sleep. Then you'd be awake all the time."
Peter chuckled at her innocence.
"That's not how it works baby."
Morgan was crying too now as she rubbed her eyes with her small fists, looking down at his lap.
"I don't want you to sleep Petey."
She said, sadly.
"Me too."
Peter wiped his tears with the back of his hand as he spoke again
"Hey you know Skip right.?"
"The bad man who hurts you."
"Yeah, um .. He's gonna come to take you away in a while."
"No Petey I don't wann-"
"Hey It's okay. He's gonna take you to Daddy. I promised you, remember."
"But what about you."
"I'm gonna be sleeping Morg, I told you."
"But you can sleep at home. You can come with us."
Morgan cried.
"I can't Morg, I just can't."
He watched as the door to his cell opened and Skip entered softly, looking around and making sure no one knows.
"Now, Morg baby. Please you have to do one thing for me. You have to keep quiet. Please. For me."
"Petey!" she cried as Skip moved towards them .
"Listen. I want you to go back to Daddy. And tell him that I love him and I miss him so much." Peter spoke, tears falling down his face.
"I want you to tell Daddy, that- "
He sobbed.
"-that it wasn't his fault."
He sobbed and whined as he watched Skip take Morgan away from him.
As much as it enraged him seeing her in that monster's hands, he knew it was the only way to save her.
He didn't trust Skip but he was risking his life to do this. He knew how ruthless the boss was. He had seen it.
And Skip wouldn't just do something like this for fun.
He didn't knew why all of a sudden this change came in him. But he was thankful it came in time to save Morgan atleast.
Sobs wrecked through his body, shaking him, the events of the past month finally catching up to him as he finally let himself fall apart.
He collapsed onto the floor as he waited for the darkness to take him for ever.
He was scared to die. But atleast with the thought of Morgan being safe, he could die peacefully.
The next day, Morgan Stark opened her eyes to look into her father's loving ones while Peter Parker closed his.