At least we've got each other

Tony and T’Challa felt like absolute idiots.

The only reason they’d been in line for ‘It’s a Small World’ was that Peter and Shuri had insisted that they hadn’t really been to Disney unless they rode it.

And halfway through the ride, they realized that the teens were no longer with them.

At first, they’d been fairly calm, and they started calling Peter and Shuri’s cells. When they didn’t get answers, they tracked the phones.

Tony sighed in relief when he saw that they were together.

They followed the tracker clear across the park, until they realized the tracking signal was coming from a garbage can.

Then they started to panic. Tony hacked into the parks security cameras and searched through until he found what he was looking for.

“T’challa, you’re gonna want to see this.”

The two men watched as Peter and Shuri walked along a sidewalk snapping selfies. Tony groaned as he and T’Challa walked out of the frame, and three men walked in. Two pulled syringes from their pockets, and swiftly plunged them into the necks of the teens.

They collapsed, and then were picked up, and carried behind the nearest building, which happened to be the one Tony was staring at now. Moments later, one man emerged and dropped the phones into the garbage can, and then disappeared once more behind the little gift shop.

“Tony we have to get them back,” T’Challa whispered. “I can’t lose her.”

“I know, I know,” Tony said as he began frantically dialing numbers on his phone.

“I’m calling people right now.”

Both Tony’s and T’Challa’s phones suddenly buzzed in unison.

“Did you just get…”

“Yes.”

A video file had popped up, marked ‘URGENT’.

“We can’t play it here,” Tony said. “I’ve got the quinjet on it’s way. The teams coming too. We’ll watch with them.

Sure enough, five minutes later, they were on the quinjet streaking towards an abandoned SHIELD base outside Orlando.

When they arrived, Steve and Nat walked through turning on lights and powering up computers.

The base had been left after Nat leaked sensitive SHIELD secrets, some of which made citizens surrounding the base very angry.

Long story short they’d been run out of town.

Tony linked his phone to the screen in the main room and played the video.

Peter and Shuri were huddled together on the ground. Peter looked shaken, but otherwise okay. Shuri on the other hand, was grimacing in pain, clutching at her ankle. Tears streaked down her face, and T’Challa raised a hand towards the screen as if he wanted to brush them off her face as he had done when she was younger.

They couldn’t see the kidnappers, but could clearly hear their voices through the speaker.

“Well, well, well. A ransom video. How typical of us!”

Nat groaned. She’d seen this kind of thing before, and was afraid she knew what may be coming.

“I’m assuming you Avengers can figure it out. We want some plans. The Black Panther suit, arc reactor, the works. And we want five million dollars transferred to the linked bank account. If you try anything funny, your friends over here…”

Everyone in the room jumped at the sound of a gunshot, and they strained their eyes to see if anyone was hurt.

Peter had leapt up and covered Shuri’s head. At the sight, Tony’s heart soared at how selfless he was being.

T’Challa was overcome with gratitude.

But then they heard the voices begin to laugh.

“Ha! Look at these little babies!”

“It didn’t even hit anything! Wimps.”

“You two really are just some dumb kids.”

“Wouldn’t be surprised if they just left you here to die.”

Shuri cried harder, making Steve’s eyes water at the sight.

Everyone’s blood absolutely boiled because Peter and Shuri were not dumb. They were two of the strongest people to grace the earth. And never in a million years would they leave them.

One of the voices whispered something undecipherable, and then a gruff voice spoke again.

“Now, you have one hour before you receive another little movie from us. Until then, know that your little ones are in very good hands.”

One of the men walked onto camera, holding glistening metal in his hand.

“No, no, no, no, no,” Sam muttered, putting a hand over his mouth.

The man approached Shuri, making T’Challa jump forwards towards the screen in fear.

“Hey, hey!” Peter yelled. “Leave her alone you big ugly oaf!”

The man turned towards Peter.

“Shut up,” he hissed.

Peter shook his head.

“Nah I’m good. I like talking. It calms my nerves. Not that I’m nerv…”

The knife was stuck into his shoulder, and Peter cried out in pain.

Clint turned around and threw up, while Tony collapsed onto a couch.

The man yanked it out, and the medical knowledge in Sam and Bruce winced knowing that it’d hurt more on it’s way out.

The feed cut, leaving the team gaping at each other.

Tony, Bruce, and Sam began typing away at computers, looking through security footage, cell signals, anything that could help them.

Vision and Natasha left to go and search, while Wanda’s eyes glowed red as she tried to reach the mind of anyone who may know something.

Bucky went to make some coffee for everyone, knowing it’s be a long night.

And Steve?

Steve got on his knees and prayed.

“Lord, bring them back. Please bring them back to us?”

Peter and Shuri

Shuri woke with a gasp. Her breathing echoed sharply through the cool room.

“Peter?” she asked.

“I’m here.”

Shuri exhaled. “Peter I’m sorry I fell asleep. I didn’t mean to.”

Peter laughed softly.

“It’s okay, you need sleep. I only just woke up.

He shuffled over to her again, groaning as he jostled his shoulder.

“I miss my brother,” Shuri whispered.

“Yeah,” Peter sighed, “I miss my da… Tony.”

“At least we’ve got each other.”