(Intruder) - Don't Touch Her
Peter waited until Morgan was completely asleep before he let himself break. Tears poured from his eyes as he ducked his head. His entire body shook with sobs. The more he wept, the more pain it caused, but he couldn’t stop.
Every thought that consumed him was dark. He thought of May and Happy. He had no clue if they were okay. He knew the car that hit them had come straight into him, and if Morgan had remained unharmed, he could only wish the same for Happy and May. He knew Tony would be absolutely losing his mind. Peter got kidnapped often enough – but this was different. Hammer had taken the most innocent thing from Tony. And sure, Peter had done everything possible to keep her safe, but he knew that this was still the worst-case scenario for Mr. Stark. He resonated with himself to make sure that no harm came to Morgan. That not a hair on her head was touched for the entire time that the two of them would be here together.
Against his willpower, Peter felt his eyelids slowly drifting shut as his brain struggled to think of a possible escape. He blinked once, not realizing that his eyes didn’t open again.
He was awoken to an ear-shattering clang. He jerked forward, arms assuming their position around Morgan’s body. He could hear her whimpering, but he just ignored it. Peter’s brown eyes hardening as they caught sight of Hammer, snide and proud.
Morgan was tucking her head into Peter’s tattered and bloodstained shirt, refusing to look out of the safety of her position. Hammer just stood in the doorway cleaning his glasses, before tucking them back on his face and grinning.
“Mr. Parker! How good to see you awake! I have been so excited to get to know you better! I mean, any stray that Stark picks up off the street must be at least a little bit interesting. Or maybe he just felt so bad for you that he couldn’t get past his conscience.” Hammer clapped his hands together, stinging Peter’s ears. “Any-who, I just wanted to give you a bit of a head’s up about this thing.” At that moment Hammer’s two goons came into the room. One holding a gun, the other holding a small, open bracelet.
“Step away from the little Stark, Peter.” Hammer said calmly. Peter’s entire body began to shake with fear.
Peter grunted against the leather, shaking his head. Hammer just huffed in annoyance, sounding more like someone had cut him off in traffic than someone that was holding two children hostage.
“Shoot the girl in the knee.” Hammer said passively. And Peter shot to his feet, completely ignoring every blinding inch of pain in his body.
“NO! NO! NO!” Peter yelled, though the words were completely muffled by the gag. He shook his hand, sliding as far away from Morgan as the chain would allow. The young Stark began to wiggle against the wall, tears welling in her eyes as one of the men drew closer to her. Every inch of Peter’s aching body begged to race toe where she was and put as much distance between her and that man as she possibly could. Morgan found his eyes, and he could see that she wanted to run as she tucked her arms up into her chest.
Peter held his hands placatingly to Morgan. She stared at him with wide, horrified eyes. It was so hard to communicate with her without speaking, but thankfully she was smart like her dad. Morgan nodded, her dark eyes completely filled with trust as she held out her dainty wrist to the man. He took the metal band, about as wide as a watch, and latch it, locking it with a thin key. Morgan pulled her left arm back to her chest as she shrunk down into the corner. The two men walked out of the room and Peter fell back at Morgan’s side as he wrapped his arms around her.
He pulled her head to his chest, ignoring the screaming pain that it caused as he hummed quietly, letting the vibrations of his chest comfort the young girl. She had burrowed herself into Peter’s arms and he ignored the punch in his ribs as she did. Anything for Morgan. Absolutely anything.
Hammer cleared his throat then, staring at the two of them, something dangerous alight in his eyes. “Mr. Parker, as you can see, Ms. Stark has a new bracelet. Now, this is a piece I have spent quite a long time perfecting. See, it has a needle and vial of a concoction that I personally made tucked inside it. The milliliter that is in it- well, it has stopped an elephant’s heartbeat in a matter of ten seconds. I’d – well I would hate to see how quickly it could stop the little princess’s heart.” Peter wrapped his arms tighter around Morgan, his eyes catching onto the glinting silver of the device. “Now, don’t worry. I really have no intentions to harm her. I just need to make sure that you understand how serious I am about you not causing any funny business. No secret messages to Tony, no trying to break out. I know you’re a genius, I’d be an idiot to assume that Stark would let you be around his family if you weren’t. But cruelty trumps genius any day. And I hold no lack of both. Don’t test me, and she will be fine. I’ll leave you for the rest of the day. Your rations will be by in a couple of hours.” Hammer slipped out of the room the heavy metal door clanging shut in a deafening statement behind him.
Needing to see that she was alright, Peter tapped the little girl on her shoulder. Morgan shook her head, digging herself deeper into his side. Peter wanted nothing more than to be able to talk, but the damn leather mouth-piece had completely cut out that option. Morgan unfolded from him, tears rolling down her cheeks as Peter
“I want daddy.” She cried, and Peter felt a wave of renewed anger.
Peter just hummed again, doing everything he could to comfort her without the use of words. Morgan, seeming to grasp the graveness of the situation just hugged into him again.
He began to run his hands through her hair once more, allowing the adrenaline to wear off. He felt the pain anew, but he could tell he was healing a bit. He needed to eat, but Hammer had said something about rations. If he ate just a little bit he knew his healing would pick up speed quickly. He just had to wait. Peter leaned his head against the wall, staring at the cracks on the ceiling.
“God, Tony please hurry.” He thought, staring helplessly at the cinder-block walls.