The Call
~-Peter-~
Peter’s arm stopped bleeding. His sleeve had pulled back over the mutilated arm. The camera had been switched off a long time ago.
His head was pounding. His spidey-sense was constantly going off, so the feeling that he needed to get away never stopped.
To make matters worse, the blood loss was starting to make him dizzy.
“Peter.” Scar-face said as he returned to the room. On his way in, he flicked on a light switch, and the dark room instantly turned white.
The light burned Peter’s eyes.
“I had a little talk with Tony after you passed out yesterday. He told me he wasn’t coming for you. That you weren’t worth it.” Scar-face said with a laugh.
Peter’s face turned red.
Did Mr. Stark really say that?
“Th-that’s not true. Mr. Stark wouldn’t say that.” Peter mumbled.
“Oh, but he did dear boy.”
Peter shook his head. Scar-face was just messing with him. Wasn’t he?
“No. He. Didn’t.” Peter stifled out.
“Then do you have an explanation as to why he hasn’t found you yet? It has been a full day. You know that Mr. Stark has the resources and time to find you.”
If possible, Peter’s face turned even more red. He didn’t respond.
“That’s what I thought.” Scar-face said smugly.
“Now, lets check on that arm of ours.” He said evilly before yanking up the sleeve.
“What the hell?!?” Scar-face yelled as he examined Peter’s arm.
“Lincoln, come look at this!” He yelled to the corner of the room.
A shorter man with thick wire glasses hobbled into the room. He was speechless when he saw Peter’s arm.
The cuts had healed considerably, though you could still see the word Tony etched into his skin, and probably always would. They healed much faster than a normal person.
“H-how did it heal so much? And so fast?” The shorter man, Lincoln, said in a thick accent that Peter didn’t recognize.
Lincoln turned to Scar-face who looked just as shocked.
“I have no idea. This has never happened before.” He replied.
“But I am going to find out.” He added before turning to Peter with an evil look on his face.
Peter thought about breaking out right then and there. He knew that he could break out of those chains fairly easy. Plus, he needed to leave before they figured out that he was Spider-Man.
He was ready. He was going to break out.
But right before he had the chance, something thick and metallic wrapped around his neck.
It was a collar.
Peter instantly felt weak. The collar was effecting his powers.
His vision swayed. The two men in front of him were blurry.
Peter wanted Tony. His Tony.
A second later, Lincoln was face to face with Peter.
Peter could barely understand what he was saying.
“Wow. We took you because you were Stark’s intern and we love to see him suffer. But now we find out that you are enhanced? This is just marvelous. We have lots of work to do.” The man said.
Peter shuddered.
He was scared of what was going to happen next.
Lincoln stood back up and whispered something in Scar-face’s ear. He nodded. Lincoln ran out of the room.
“Did you know that we have been following you for a while, Peter?”
Peter raised an eyebrow. Had they really?
“We know everything about you. Your likes and dislikes, things you enjoy doing,”
Scar-face hesitated a moment before continuing.
“Your friends. Who they are.”
Peter yelped. “N-no!” Hydra could NOT touch his friends.
Scar-face continued.
“Where they live.”
All of the blood drained from Peter’s face.
“Y-you can’t d-do this.” He cried.
“Who they love.” The man added.
Peter actually cried this time. He cared so much about his friends. He couldn’t let them get hurt. Not because of him.
“D-don’t touch them. I s-swear to God I will kill y-“ Peter yelled before he was interrupted by Scar-face.
“Did you know that Lincoln is currently on his way to young little miss Michelle’s apartment right now.”
Peter saw red. This was not happening. He wouldn’t let this happen.
“P-please. Don’t.” Peter begged.
Scar-face squeezed his arm, the arm with the cuts.
Peter hissed at the pain.
Scar-face sat silently for a moment before continuing.
“I won’t hurt them Peter. On one condition.” He said.
“A-anything.” Peter replied.
He would truly do anything to protect his friends.
Scar-face hesitated before pulling out a sheet of paper from his pocket.
He held it in front of Peter’s face.
“Read this.” He said.
Peter took one look at the paper and shook his head.
“Alright, fine. What knife do you think I should use on Miss Mich-“
“FINE! Fine! Just don’t touch her.” Peter yelled.
“Very well. Now wait one moment, I’ll be back.”
Scar-face returned a moment later with Peter’s phone.
“Now don’t try anything, or the girl gets it. Understood?”
Peter nodded.
Scar-face unlocked Peter’s phone and scrolled through his contacts. When he landed on Stark’s, he pressed “call.”
As the phone rang, Scar-face raised his eyebrows as if to say, “don’t try anything.”
A moment later, Mr. Starks worried voice flooded into the room.
“PETE? Peter I’m coming okay? You’re going to be okay. Just h-“
As he was talking, Scar-face looked to Peter and mouthed the words, “you know what you need to do.”
Peter nodded and then interrupted Mr. Stark.
He began reading the paper.
“Tony.” He began. He hated how the word rolled off his tongue. He never, ever called Mr. Stark “Tony.”
“I’m hurt because of you. I am injured because of you. I am bleeding because of you.”
Peter hesitated before continuing. He knew that hearing this would kill Mr Stark. But he couldn’t let his friends get hurt.
“I might d-die, because of you. Whatever happens, it’s your fault.” Peter finished.
He heard Tony sob through the phone.
The call ended, and the room was silent.