In which they escape
“I have a plan,” Loki whispered.
“No murder,” Peter was unhappy about being kidnapped, and he was very angry at these people for doing what they had done to his father, but he wasn’t going to turn this place into a bloodbath.
“I no longer have a plan,” Loki frowned.
“Look, I really think we would better off on the planning front if you and Mr. Stark worked together,” Peter suggested. The two of them were both incredibly smart if they could just work together they should all be able to escape.
“I suggested that before you got tossed in here, and he pretty much told me to go to hell,” Loki grumbled.
“I think now that I am in here he will be more cooperative.”
Loki nodded in agreement.
Peter had been thinking on a plan since the second he had thrown in here. He had an idea.
“Can you still shape shift?”
“Always,” Loki sounded offended by the question.
“Good, and you said that people come in here and keep taking Mr. Stark away right?”
“Yes, best I can tell they torture him, but he hasn’t told me what they want, nor what goes on.”
Peter felt sick to stomach at the thought of people coming in here, dragging Mr. stark away, and doing unthinkable things to him.
“And you can change other people’s appearances right?”
Loki nodded.
“Perfect,” This plan could actually work!
“So what’s your plan kid?”
“Okay, When the guards come and get him you memorize what they look like. Then they take Mr. Stark and he memorizes the route to where ever it is they take him, and also gather other intel on the guards. Then the next time after that when the guards come for him again me and you knock out the guards, and then we pretend to be them. We take him to his designated place, and then knock out as many people as we can and escape,” Peter explained.
“I like the plan, but I really think it would be better if we killed the people.”
“I am not killing anyone!”
“We might have to use their guns, if we are being shot at, I am going to shoot back,” Loki argued. He had a point.
“Fine, you do what you want, but I am not shooting anybody.”
“I don’t expect you to.”
Loki sat quietly in his corner as Peter explained the plan to Stark, and to his surprise the man agreed to it.
The door to the room screeched open and two guards walked into the room. Loki scooted a little closer to the wall. One of the guards hauled Peter away from Stark, while the other yanked the man to his feet. The two guards hauled Stark out of the room, and slammed the door. Once the door was closed Loki got up and began pasing. He had no idea how long he and Stark had been trapped in the room, and he was itching to get out, not to mention that no food had been brought to them since they had been stuck in this place. Time inched by slowly, and and finally the big metal door screeched open. Loki stopped pacing, and Peter looked up from whatever he was doing on the floor. A small burlap pouch was tossed into the room, but to Loki’s dismay Stark was nowhere to be seen. The door slammed shut, and Peter leapt to his feet.
“Where is Mr. Stark?” Peter squeaked. Loki shook his head. He didn’t know, “Is he usually back by now?”
“They normally only take him for maybe an hour.”
“It's been three!” Peter almost shouted pointing at his watch.
Loki shrugged and approached the bag that had been thrown into the room. He cautiously poked it open and discovered it had a stale loaf of bread, and a bottle of water.
“Cool, they gave us food,” Loki was happy to have a meal, even if it was old bread.
“How could you be worried about bread right now! What if something horrible is happening to Mr. Stark!” Peter shouted angrily.
“I have no doubt that something unpleasant is happening,” Loki stated passively. Peter let out small shocked gasp, “Plus the way I see it, we can’t do anything for him while we are in here, so we might as well eat to pass the time.”
Peter apparently saw the sense in this because he joined Loki by the sack of food.
“If you drink water before you eat it fills you up faster so you don’t need to eat as much,” Peter said as Loki handed him a small piece of bread, “We probably shouldn’t eat it all.”
Loki agreed, and cracked open the water bottle.
“Don’t drink to much water,” Loki directed, “We should save it.”
Neither of them drank or ate much just to be on the safe side, since they didn’t know when the next meal would come. Loki resigned himself to his corner, and Peter took up pacing. The kid’s impatient strides made Loki anxious, to anxious. Loki joined the kid and began pacing as well. Every few minutes the kid would glance at his watch and gown. Loki was starting to get a little nervous about what was taking so long. If Stark died their escape plan was ruined.
Finally after another two hours the door grinded open and the two guards tossed Tony on the ground in the room. The man hit the ground and didn’t get back up like he had the last four times. He didn’t stir, just lay in a limp heap on the floor. The door slammed shut and Peter ran to Stark’s side.
“Mr. Stark?!” Peter shook his mentor. The man didn’t stir, “Come on Mr. Stark! WAke up!”
To Peter’s relief Tony let a small noise of protest. Peter helped him into a sitting position.
“I’m fine,” Tony coughed weakly. That was total bullshit.
“What did they want?” Loki spoke up from his corner.
“First they wanted to know about the identities of the Avengers, then they wanted to know what our escape plan was. I didn’t tell them anything,” Tony answered dryly.
“That’s good,” Loki responded calmly
“I think I wore them out,” Mr. Stark chuckled resentfully. Peter could hear wheezing in his thin sardonic laugh. Fresh blood was soaking through his shirt.
“Mr. Stark you’re bleeding again,” Peter pointed out. They really needed to get out of here. Tony was in really bad shape. Peter wished they could move up their escape plans.
Tony was to dazed to really care about the blood running down his side. He really just wanted to sleep. Sleep would make the pain go away. Peter’s terrified brown stared into Tony’s. What was the kid so scared about? Tony could feel himself slipping, but he was too exhausted to try to stop himself. He found that he couldn’t focus on anything. He blinked a few times desperately trying to clear his clouding vision.
“Mr. Stark?” Peter’s voice was shaky and far away. Tony tried to speak and comfort his distressed child, but his mouth was to dry and he couldn’t form any words. Something loud boomed over head. It sounded like an explosion. He flinched a little.
“What was that?” Peter sounded afraid. Tony wanted to make it better, but he couldn’t even find the strength to keep his eyes open anymore.
Peter dragged Tony over to the corner of the room and leaned him against the wall. He was out cold. Loki had risen from his corner at the sound of the explosion.
“Loki what was that?!”
“I don’t know, but we should be ready to fight just incase someone unpleasant comes in here.”
Shouts echoed outside the door, and something heavy was thrown into it with a heavy clang. Peter stood in front of Mr. Stark and clenched his fists. Gun fire erupted and more shouts sounded from outside. The bolt on the door was undone, and it screeched open slowly. Peter braced himself for a fight, but instead of a guard entering the room, Steve and Thor strode in cautiously. Thor let out an exited sound and pulled his brother into a hug.
“We gotta get out of here. Do either of you know where Stark is?” Steve asked quickly. Peter stepped to the side revealing his unconscious mentor. Steve inhaled sharply, and rushed to his side. "We gotta get him to the jet."
Steve hoisted Tony into his arms.
"I'll lead the way," Thor volunteered and left the room pulling Loki behind him.
Tony woke up staring at the ceiling of what looked like the quinjet.
Why was he in the quinjet?
A quiet sob made Tony turn his head. Peter was holding one of his hands, and crying into it. Why was the kid crying? then Tony remembered passing out. Oh, that would explain it.
"Hey, calm down kid. I was just taking a nap. No need to get all weepy," Tony said weakly, and cracked a smile to try to reassure the kid.
Peter sniffled and wiped his eyes.
"It's dusty. It kept getting in my eyes," Peter sobbed, "Like it is making me so congested!"
Tony laughed.
"It's okay kid," Tony squeezed his hand, "I should be good now."
Tony lifted his other arm that had an IV line going into it.
Peter smiled through his tears, and yawned.
"Here we can both take a nap," Tony suggested. The kid nodded in agreement. He wondered if Peter had slept at all since being thrown in the cell. Tony flinched a little as the kid rested his head on his side. Peter was soon snoring softly. Tony stroked the kids hair. He wasn't sure how they had come to be on the quinjet, but they were safe, and that was all that mattered.