Peter felt his skin burning: the electric running through him killing the top layers of cells. He wished he could just snap his fingers, and then he would be out of there. He didn't ever care where he'd end up, as long as it wasn't on that chair.

Tony had spent the whole time watching his son, ignoring the silver blade attacking his skin. His pain didn't matter - he could take it but Peter's own pain was killing him.

After over an hour of Peter being fried alive on the chair, the door opened. The tattooed man strolled in - smirking when he saw Peter's tear stained face.

"Not so brave now, are we Spidey?" he jested, turning the dial on the machine back down to zero.

"I'm not the one who's gone and tied up a fifteen year old, surely that makes you the coward," Peter blurted out, in his usual 'change the subject' kind of way.

He could sense the punch coming towards him, but that didn't stop it hurting any less. But the man's hands didn't return to his side immediately- instead they reached for the metal restraints.

"Try anything and you'll regret it," he growled: as he dragged Peter to his feet.

"What are you gonna do to me?"

Tugging the boy by his collar, the man pulled Peter out of the door, "Something that'll make you wish I left you in that chair."

Tony glared at the one way window. How dare they do anything to his son, "Let Peter go. You seek revenge on me, not the kid," he pleaded.

Sylvia cackled, "Have I really got the famous Tony Stark begging? Now that's something. And no."

"What?"

"I said no. The boy's staying here, right where we want him."

* * *

The tattooed man forced Peter onto the floor, and then pushed him into the room: if you could call it a room. It wasn't even a metre by a metre, and Peter couldn't stand up without banging his head against the stone.

The teen curled up into a ball, making himself look like a tortoise. He couldn't lie down properly, and he was tired - and in dire need of rest.

Peter noticed a red light, it was in the top corner of his cage... he had decided that was what he would call his prison. It was probably a camera. To the right of the red dot was something the boy couldn't make out, but he didn't want to risk touching it. He was too weak.

However, his captors seemed to know what he was thinking: and the square lit up, blinding Peter with a vibrant, white light. The boy had to shut his eyes in pain - hoping they would turn it off, hoping the brightness would cease.

But it didn't.

Peter spent the next fifty minutes tossing and turning, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep. Eventually, he passed out: whilst having a sensory overload.

* * *

"Hey, High-heels, you gonna stop cutting into my skin - or are you gonna tell me what you want?" Tony asked, referring to Sylvia.

She dropped the knife onto the floor, kicking it away afterwards. Then she walked around the chair: stopping after his eyes met her own. A cold smirk across her face.

"I told you, I want revenge," she replied sternly.

"But you want something else, something less," Tony searched his mind for the word, "Spiritual, something you can hold between your hands."

Sylvia took a step closer towards Tony, "Are you offering me money, Stark?"

"Only if you let me go," Tony answered: the thoughts of Peter were lost, and he had almost forgotten the small boy was also there.

"Deal accepted," Sylvia stated, signalling the tattooed man to enter the room.

Suddenly, Tony realised his mistake. Peter. His son. His little boy. The kid who saw the best in everyone... no matter who they were.

"Wait. My son, I give you the money and he's free to go too."

Sylvia just shook her head, and laughed, "That's not how things work, Stark. You took away my creation - my baby. I'll take away yours."

Tony felt the needle hit his skin, paralysing him for a few minutes, as the men assisting Sylvia blindfolded him, and took him out of the building.

He didn't know what happened, or how long it had been, when he found himself feeling groggy lying on the ground in an alleyway. But that didn't matter: he needed to do one thing.

Find Peter.

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