Blood
~-Tony-~
Tony dropped his drink as he watched Black’s fist collide with Peter’s jaw leaving a deep purple bruise. The soda spilled all over the floor, but Tony couldn’t care less.
He just wanted it to stop. Tony couldn’t deal with Peter being hurt. Peter was his kid. His. And he’d be damned to let someone touch his kid.
But Black kept on talking.
“Hey Pete, you got anything you want to say to your boss, here? You know he’s watching.” Black said with an evil grin.
Peter stared straight into the camera, his chocolate eyes wide. He was clearly afraid, but Tony had to admit that he was doing a good job at hiding it.
“Hey Mr. Stark, will you help me with my algebra homework later? Ms. W-“
“Shut it kid.”
“But Scar-face come on I was just talking to Mr. Stark like you ask-“
“Come on kid, don’t make him angry.” Tony said aloud. He knew that Peter’s retorts were only making Black more upset. Although, he had to admit “scar-face” was a pretty funny name for the guy.
Scar-face growled and rose his hand. Tony watched as Peter flinched, waiting for the hit soon to come.
But it didn’t come.
Instead Black ran his hand through Peter’s curly hair.
Tony hissed. He didn’t know which he hated more.
Peter leaned away from the sinewy hand.
At the movement, Black grasped Peter’s hair in a fist and yanked his head forward.
Tony shuddered. He needed to help Peter. But there was nothing he could do.
“Ah ah ah, Peter. Don’t move away from me.” Black said in a condescending tone, a tone that sounded like he was talking to a four year old.
He released the grip on Peter’s hair, and Tony visibly relaxed.
“Hey Peter, can you do something for me?” Black asked.
Peter didn’t respond.
“Call him Tony.”
“What?” Peter asked, clearly confused. Why did it matter if he called Mr. Stark Tony?
“Look at the camera, and say “Tony.” Black said.
Tony watched as the situation unfolded. Why did Black want Peter to call him Tony? And why did Peter refuse?
“N-No.” Peter muttered.
Scar-face sighed. He turned to the corner of the room not showed in the video.
“Subject is once again non-responsive.” He gestured for something but Tony couldn’t see what.
When Black turned back to Peter, he had something in his hand.
The light glistened off of it as he brought the object up to the camera.
A knife.
The knife was fairly short but very sharp. It looked old, like it had been used many times before. The handle was made of ivory. In the center was carved an octopus.
Tony gasped when he saw the knife and took a step back from the screen.
Scar-face turned his back to the camera.
When Peter saw the knife, he gulped and leaned back as far as he could in the chair, which was not much.
Then Black spoke again. Tony couldn’t tell who he was talking to.
“The experiment occurring today will help the subject cooperate.”
Without hesitating, Black turned back towards Peter and yanked his arm up.
Peter winced.
Black forcefully rolled up the sleeve of his science pun shirt. It read, “If you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the precipitate.”
With Black’s other hand, he adjusted the camera so that the only think that Tony could see was Peter. His little boy.
Tony heart was pounding as he watched Scar-face bring the knife down harshly to Peter’s forearm.
“Boss, you’re heart rate is extremely elev-“
“SHUT IT FRIDAY!!” Tony interrupted. The AI instantly silenced.
Tony turned back to the screen.
He almost puked when Black made his first slice through Peter’s arm.
Tony wasn’t a doctor but he knew the cut was deep. It would scar, even with Peter’s advanced healing, which was saying something.
Blood trickled down his arm and splattered on the pristine floor.
Tony was surprised that Peter didn’t scream. Tony felt like screaming. In fact, he felt like throwing up.
Tony looked at Peter’s face. It was deathly white except for his flushed cheeks. He was slightly trembling. His eyes were tightly shut.
Black made another cut. And another.
Tony watched and felt desperate. He needed to save him.
All of a sudden, Peter’s eyes opened wide. He looked terrified. He stared directly into the camera, and Tony looked back.
Tony wished that he could talk to Peter. To comfort him. To tell him that it would be okay. To tell him that Tony was coming for him.
Minutes passed, and cut after cut was made. Tony winced every time.
Peter looked like he was about to pass out.
Finally, Black took the knife away from Peter’s bloodied and damaged arm.
Blood was everywhere. It coated everything.
Black pulled a small rag out from his pocket and dabbed it on Peter’s arm.
This time, Peter cried out.
Black scrubbed the white rag against his arm harshly for a few moments.
When he was done, the rag didn’t have and inch of white left on it.
It was all replaced by red.
Black laughed as he examined his work and then turned to the camera.
“Now this, Tony, you have to see.” He said with a grin that showed his sharp yellow teeth.
Black took the camera and focused it directly on Peter’s arm.
Once the camera came into focus, Tony gasped.
The deep cuts on Peter’s arm formed a word.
One word.
“Tony.”
Black laughed maniacally. One of those classic, evil villain laughs.
“The cuts are for you, Stark. I hope you know that. I did this to Peter because he is protecting you. This is your fault.” Black said, still laughing.
And just like that, the camera switched off, and the screen became black.
Tony threw up.