Kidnapping
Peter's head throbbed as everything started to come back to him. He didn't recognize any of the sounds he was hearing, or any of the damp smells. the last thing he remembered was stepping out of his apartment to go join the Starks and others for dinner.
It was the end of his last semester at MIT and Tony had decided there would be a celebration that included all of the Starks, May, and numerous Guardians and Avengers. Peter had been looking forward to it, but now as his senses came back to him, he knew he definitely wasn't there. He tried to move his arms from their awkward position above his head and metal clinked against metal.
Peter forced his eyes open, and saw his hands were handcuffed together and then to a steel pole. He tried to break them but the only thing that happened was that his head swum, and he realized he had been drugged. He had no idea who had taken him, why they had taken him and if they knew he was Spider-Man.
A glance around the room showed no signs of where he was, as the only thing in the room was steel poles.
As Peter pondered his predicament, a door swung open and a blast of cold air came into the room. Peter shivered, all he had on was jeans and a t-shirt. 2 figures stepped through the door and walked towards Peter. As he looked at them, he noticed that one of them held someone in their arms, and as they got closer Peter realized he recognized the dark hair draped over the man's arms.
"Morgan! What did you do?!" Peter screamed out in panic. Morgan's eyes were closed, and she lay still in the man's burly arms.
"Relax. She's just drugged. Like you should still be." The bald guy responded. "No matter though. You can hear us call Tony Stark, and hear him us ask him which one of you he wants to save. He's already received pictures."
As Peter could only watch, the drugs still coursing through his system, and keeping him weak, Baldy pulled out a phone and dialed a number, putting it on speaker. Peter heard it ring a few times before a familiar voice came through.
"Where the hell are my kids?!" Tony's angry voice said.
"Relax. They are right here." Baldy replied.
"Let me talk to them!"
"No can do. And don't bother trying to track them, or this call. It's untraceable and we triple checked the kids for trackers. We also destroyed Peter's phone."
"What do you want?"
"To hurt you, like you hurt us."
"How much money do you want?"
Oh, we don't want money. We want you to choose a kid."
"What?!" Tony sounded panicked now and Peter knew what he had to do. Before anyone could stop him, he called out.
"Morgan! Pick Morgan!"
"Pete? Peter! Are you okay?"
Before Peter could respond, the guy holding Morgan put her on the round, walked over to Peter and punched him on the side of the head. Peter crashed to the floor, his head spinning and the only thing holding him up was his arms handcuffed to the steel pole.
He could hear Tony's voice yelling in the background but the only thing that came out of his mouth was a groan. Peter lifted his head to rest it against the cold pole, relief coming through his head at the coolness. He stayed there, hearing Tony's voice, but unable to discern the words.
He drifted, unaware of how long had passed until Baldy was in front of him pulling him up by his hair until he could see his face
"Looks like Stark doesn't care much about you. He chose his daughter."
The man slammed Peter's head down onto the concrete floor and Peter's vision left him.
He was aware of the man grabbing his ankles and cuffing them to another pole, essentially stringing Peter off the ground between the two poles but his head hurt too much to even try to fight back. He didn't know where Morgan was but he hoped the fact that Tony had chosen her meant that she was on her way to being safe from wherever they were.
Peter's neck twinged slightly and then Baldy jammed something into his neck. He felt a coolness in this veins, and then he was drifting again, not aware of anything except darkness.
-
Slamming doors pulled him back out of the darkness, Peter having no idea how much time had passed. He could tell he was still handcuffed to the poles, his muscles still weak and unresponsive and his head pounding.
A meal hand touched his face and he lazily opened his eyes to a blurry scene of red and gold. After a few seconds of squinting and getting no better vision, Peter gave up and let his eyes close again. He felt the hand shaking his shoulder gently but he didn't make any effort to open his eyes again.
There were more hands on him now, human hands. His hands were un-cuffed and he slumped down towards the ground, unable to help himself. A cool metal stopped his fall and then hands were releasing his ankles.
Peter could hear the vibrations of the person holding him as they moved and he could tell they were talking, but he couldn't understand any of the words.
A moment later his body was moved until he was being carried in a bridal carry. The movement made his head swim, and his stomach roll and he groaned. The movement under him ceased almost immediately and his head and stomach settled, before the person started moving again. The swaying motion sent Peter right back to the welcoming darkness.
-
The next time he surfaced, he was lying on a bed with a pillow underneath his head, still feeling pretty groggy. He opened his eyes, relieved to see that things were a little clearer than before. He shifted his head, aware that he was in the Quinjet. Tony was sitting on one of the chairs with Rhodey next to him. Morgan's head was on his lap with the 10-year-old's body sprawled on the next to him, fast asleep. Tony was looking down at her stroking her hair.
Peter watched them for a moment before getting Tony's attention, calling out to him.
Tony looked up from Morgan, his face shifting to relief upon meeting Peter's eyes. Peter watched as he adjusted Morgan so she was sleeping on Rhodey's lap before he got up and walked over to Peter.
"Hey kid."
"Hi." Peter responded quietly. Tony wasn't so blurry, but his head still hurt and he still felt sick. The lights of the quinjet made him wince and Tony leaned over and covered Peter's eyes with his hand, effectively covering all light.
"You're going to make me fall asleep." Peter commented.
"That's the point Pete. That drug is still in you, and you're healing from a concussion. Even for your metabolism, that drug is incredibly strong." Tony responded.
"How's Morg?" Peter asked.
"She's okay. Hasn't woken up yet. Like I said, that drug is extremely strong. Hopefully she won't remember anything."
There was a pause before Tony spoke again and his voice had Peter reaching his sluggish arm up to pull Tony's hand away from his eyes.
"I'm sorry kid." Tony said again. Peter tried to grab the man's hand, his hand flailing for a moment before Tony realized what he wanted and grabbed his hand.
"No." Peter said.
"I knew you would be able to handle more but i'm sorry kid. I thought we could get Morgan and then find you. I'm so sorry I left you."
"Tony stop." Peter interrupted. "I wanted you to take Morgs. I knew you'd find me and I wasn't wrong." Peter squeezed Tony's hand and the man squeezed back.
"You'll have to thank the wonder twins for that. They can be very persuasive." Tony remarked and Peter knew he meant Clint and Natasha. He realized that they must have been flying the jet, and he thought about all of the other Avengers and the Guardians that would have been at the Tower.
"How did only the four of you come?" He asked Tony.
"These three were in the room when asshole called. We didn't have time to get anyone else before we rushed out. I'll be hearing about it when we get back, but it was worth it." Tony replied.
"I'll always have faith in you." Peter's words slurred more than he meant them to, the drugs starting to take hold again.
Tony reached his free hand up to cover Peter's eyes again, and Peter didn't resist, just allowed himself to relax. As he drifted off again, he realized Tony was still holding his hand.