Chapter 3
Peter whimpered as he opened his eyes, wincing and squinting at the sudden light.
Frowning, he glances to the side, seeing a heart rate monitor in an otherwise empty room. The walls were painted red, he noticed half mindedly.
Where was he? He tries to sit up but was quickly halted by the soft bands encircling his wrists and ankles. Shit.
Was the vulture back? Or did some other criminal find out his identity and want him gone?
It certainly didn't look like a place he would be killed in, he notes. The chair he was laying on was oddly comfortable, and the restraints didn't sting at all.
He shut his eyes tight until tears started to come and tried to think, but his panic was quickly growing and he felt as if he couldn't breathe.
"Oh no, baby. Don't cry." Peter's head snaps up faster than he previously had thought possible.
"Mr. Stark?"
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Tony Stark was a lot of things. Soft was not one of them.
But goddamn if he didn't want to kiss and cuddle and comfort Peter the moment he walked in and saw his tears. This kid was too sweet for his own good.
He frowns, rushing over to his baby's side. "It's alright. I've got you now. Nobody is going to hurt you ever again. I promise." He wipes the tears off of Peter's face with his thumb.
Peter looks at him with an expression that can only be described as complete shock.
Although he hates the emotions that it meant his darling was feeling with them, Tony notices how pretty Peter was when he cried: mussed hair, glossy eyes and pink cheeks. He wonders if he cries when he comes.(God, he hopes so)
He stows the thought in the do-list of his brain.
"...Mr. Stark.." Peter looked up uncertainly, nervously noticing the lack of an iron Man suit and the billionare's oddly affectionate behavior. "You're here to save me, right?"
Tony choked back an exilerated laugh and cradles the teen's angelic face in his hands.
"Yes Peter, I am."