(Stabbed) - Someone Save Me Please
Peter groaned. He had to have done something stupid on patrol last night to be feeling this much pain throughout every inch of his body. When Peter flexed his fingers he let out a soft cry and laid still, knowing Tony would get on to him for being so dumb. He had to be in the Medbay if his shoulders were in this much pain. He wondered why Tony didn’t have him on any good meds, as he took in a shallow breath.
Peter peeled his eyes open, and felt as though a weight was dropped onto his chest. He didn’t have any pain meds because he wasn’t in the med bay. He was laying on the cold, hard floor of his cell. As he came back into himself, Peter began to note the pain. Starting in his neck and shoulders as tears filled his eyes. It was too much. He knew that they were both dislocated, and he could do nothing to fix them. He could feel every punch, hear every crack of a broken knuckle, and feel the prongs still digging into his neck.
Every single inch of hope had been slowly drained from his body, and Peter let himself break. Weeping until tears no longer came, and he fell back into a fevered dream.
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When Peter woke up the next time he heard someone outside his cell, and winced as light poured into the room, casting a strong beam onto his face. Turning his head, and squeezing his eyes shut, Peter heard laughter. He recognized the sound of the plastic tray being set on the concrete by the door. This was another cruel joke of Hammer’s. He knew that Peter couldn’t stand or walk, let alone use his arms to eat something. But the smell, it hurt. His stomach panged in new ways, and the knowledge that eating would only help his situation had the cramps coming back full-tilt. So he tried, he just tried to roll onto his stomach so he could crawl along the floor. The second that Peter tried to turn, white spots filled his vision and he was out again.
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“Wake up.” A curt voice. Peter peeled his eyes back, a terrible heat radiating from his body. Hammer stood over him, looking down at him like Peter was gum that had gotten stuck on his shoe. “I have news for you.” He said, as he waited for the boy’s reaction. Peter, despite the burning interest this statement caused, didn’t have the energy to ask. Hammer rolled his eyes. “You’ll be pleased to know that Tony will be arriving in about,” He looked down at his phone before looking back at Peter. “Four hours.”
Peter’s entire world shifted. He felt like the room was spinning as he took a breath as deep as his mangled ribs would allow.
“What?” He asked, or maybe he didn’t. Maybe he was actually floating above this room, because if Tony was here, then Peter could be done. This could all be over, and Tony would get him out, and he wouldn’t have to ever be in this cell ever again, because God, all he needed was Tony to be here. And Tony still cared enough to come for him, he still loved Peter enough that he would come and get Peter from this Hell-hole.
“He agreed to my terms. He will be turning himself in as captive in order to be here with you. I don’t know why anyone would do this for you, but I guess it would be bad for publicity if he just left you here to die.” And Peter felt like he had been dropped from the top of a building.
“No, no, no.” He mutters over and over again. Tony can’t turn himself in. Peter couldn’t let Tony put himself in this place. Hammer wouldn’t let Tony live past this. He couldn’t let this happen. Tony needed to stay with Morgan, and stay safe.
Peter felt a new rage filling his body. He looked at Hammer with a new rage. This man had underestimated him, and treated him like crap. Over and over again. Peter was done. Hammer had taken Morgan, someone that Peter wanted to protect more than anything. He had put May and Happy in harm’s way, and he could have killed Morgan. Peter was sick of him, he was sick of being manipulated and tortured.
He lunged. With pain radiating from every inch of his body, but fury overtaking the pain. Adrenaline masked the pain as Peter’s body slammed into Hammer’s. The two hit the floor with a grunt and Peter could tell he had caught the man underneath him off guard. Despite the screaming pain, Peter’s right hand found Hammer’s throat and he squeezed.
Peter had never been someone to want to kill someone. After Ben’s death, Peter had hunted down the man with the star tattoo. He had put every inch of his being into finding that man with the full intent to kill him. He had scared himself. Since then, He had done everything possible to keep from violence. He used webs to restrain people, but he hadn’t killed anyone. But now, looking at this man, Peter felt a rage fueling him that he had never felt before in his life. He began to put more weight onto his arm, feeling a strange numbness from the dislocated limb that he ignored through the pure adrenaline rush.
Something stabbed Peter’s arm, he looked up, not having noticed that someone had entered the room. A heavy weight began to fill his body. His arm felt heavy, as something clamped down on his blistered wrists. Peter was falling backwards, being grabbed and flung onto the cot. He grunted, unable to even hold his head up as he heard a clanking behind his head.
“Damn you Peter! Damn you! We were giving you a break! We were going to give you a break! But here you are, unable to keep calm for even a few minutes! This-” Hammer waved an angry finger at something that Peter didn’t have the brains to wrap around right now. “This is all on you!”
The door slammed shut with finality, as Peter was falling into a drug-induced sleep, he knew that seeing Hammer with a bruised neck and disheveled appearance for the first time was worth every inch of pain that this would bring.
His last though was of Tony. When Peter woke up he would be there. Tony would fix this. He would fix it.