Whole
I am soo sorry for the long wait but I’m back now!! I’m sorry in advance for the pretty short chapter. Also I was rewatching Spider-Man Homecoming while writing this haha!
Previously in A Normal Day:
Peter’s plan works. He plays dead and knocks out his kidnappers. That still leaves one big problem: How will they escape one of the largest and most protected evil incorporations in the planet? Can the team do it without getting hurt?
~-Tony-~
3 Days Later
(an: just a warning, a lot can happen in three days *evil laugh*)
Did you know that emotional pain can feel so, so much worse than any physical pain?
Tony was figuring that out.
All it took was imagining Peter, his son, tied up in a dark room, kidnapped by a group so powerful and so evil.
What was worse was having his enemy’s sickening voice replaying through his head.
“-or I will kill one of your friends.
Starting with the child.”
Tony shuddered.
Tony had been trying everything and searching everywhere, but nothing worked. He couldn’t find a way into the facility alone.
Tony’s body was wracked with tears.
A million thoughts ran through his mind, repeating over and over again. Twisting and stretching and seemingly never ending.
“I’m alone. They’re all gone. I didn’t save him. Is Peter gone? Really gone? Are they all dead? Oh my God I’m alone. I’m never gonna see them again. I didn’t save them. I killed them. They’re dead. Gone forever.”
Tony didn’t know how long he must’ve been laying on his bed, already feeling the loss of Peter.
Tony wasn’t whole without Peter, and if his son was truly dead, he wouldn’t be whole ever again.
A second later there was a knock on the door.
A loud, powerful knock.
Tony barely had time to sit up before the entire door flew off and hit the wall, making a giant dent.
Left standing in the door frame were two people.
One of them was a face that Tony hadn’t stopped thinking about punching in days.
Black stood tall in the door frame, with a maniacal snarl plastered across his face. His right eye was morphed into deep purples and blues.
In his right hand was a gun, one that Tony had never seen before. It must’ve been made by some new technology that only HYDRA had access to.
In his left hand hung the small form of a bruised and bloodied Peter Parker. His brown eyes were wide as he stared at Tony.
Peter was alive.
Tony’s son.
His missing piece that made him whole.
Tony subconsciously reached around for a weapon.
Black saw this, and raised the strange gun to Peter’s temple.
“Stark.” Black said loudly, his voice lined with venom.
Tony felt his hands shaking and tears running down his face. He hadn’t even realized he’d been crying.
“We need to talk.” The man continued.
Honestly though, Tony couldn’t really hear him.
His son was right there.
A few feet away from him.
He could almost touch him.
Peter stood with a gun against his head, standing on the edge of the cliff of death.
And if Tony didn’t do this carefully, Peter would fall off the edge.
Tony wouldn’t let that happen.
.