Ned had spent the past 2 nights at the avengers compound.

He had stopped by at May's apartment asking where Peter had been because he wasn't answering any of his calls and blew off their plans. She had assumed he was with Tony, but hadn't heard from him a little while.

He took matters into his own hands and turned up outside The Stark Towers and was greeted by Pepper. Turns out she was starting to get worried about where Tony had disappeared to and was just about to head over to the Avengers Compound to see if they knew anything.

They went together and turns out they'd both gone missing. Nobody had heard from them in a couple days. Normally, Ned would've been freaking out about meeting all the avengers, but he was busy worrying about Peter. Who knew what had happened to that kid?

Finally they got a message from a blocked number.

"I have Peter Parker and Tony Stark held captive. You should see the amount of blood in this room." Cue evil laughter. "They'll he left here to die if they can't escape within the month. Which they won't. You better start saying your goodbyes to your precious Spider-Man and Ironman."

Nobody could track it and everybody was starting to panic with worry. Neither of them had their suits so they'd be stuck in that place until they inevitably died. And there was nothing they could do about it.

Until Pepper got an alert saying that someone was trying to hack the system and everyone went into a frenzy to find their friends.

Peter finally passes out. He had cried for a good half hour, sobbing his heart out and Tony had been so desperate to give that boy a hug. That's all he's been wishing for since they got here.

Once Peter passes out, Tony just crosses his fingers, desperately hoping for some way to get his kid out of this awful situation. He doesn't think Peter can go through that torture again without totally breaking. Tony's honestly terrified that Peter will break like how Bucky broke when he got kidnapped.

He still can't believe that a 15 year old kid got himself into a situation like this one somehow. He can't believe that he let a kid get into a situation like this one.

All he can do is pray to whoever up in the sky might hear him to get them out of here.

Peter wakes up only about an hour later and instantly looks like he's about to cry again.

"Hey, hey, hey. Calm down, Pete. Please don't cry. Please don't cry again," Tony begs, feeling his heart break at the exhausted and pained boy.

"It all hurts so bad, Mister. Stark. Everything hurts. I... I wanna die, Mister. Stark. I can't do this again. I'm sorry. I just... I just can't. I can't do this again," he begs, holding back his tears desperately.

"You're going to be okay. I'm sure they're tracking our location right now. It's going to be okay, Pete. Just tell him the truth. Tell him the truth and he won't have a reason to hurt you, okay? Please just calm down," Tony murmurs gently.

He doesn't respond, focusing on forcing breaths into his unwilling lungs.

"I don't know what to do, kid. I'm sorry. I don't know how to help or what I'm supposed to do. I wish I could do anything," he says, voicing the turmoil that's been going through his head since they got here.

"It's okay, Mister Stark. It's not your fault. I don't blame you, so don't blame yourself. Just..... Could you count for me?" Peter pants, still struggling to make himself breathe.

"Yeah, sure kid. Okay," he replies. He starts counting off how long Peter should breathe in, how long to hold, and then how long to breathe out, keeping his voice calm and soothing to help his kid.

Finally, Peter's breathing has fallen steady and he looks exhausted and miserable at this point.

"Can you... can you just talk? Just like tell me a story or something?" Peter requests, eyes big and innocent.

Tony sighs, Peter's just a kid. He doesn't deserve this. "Of course. Just relax, bud. I'm right here. Um, there was a time when I was about 16 or 17... I was in University at that point, MIT, thanks to my father. Um, life was easier than it had ever been for me because I no longer had this big pressure from my father to become this important person for SI. I was pretty smart and knew how to do more than most people did, so I didn't feel like I needed to put the effort into school. I would go to parties and get drunk and sleep with women left and right. You better not act like that, Pete. When I told you to be like me, I meant skipping over the bad parts. But anyways, yeah, it wasn't the best time of my life looking back on it, but back then it felt like the best time of my life.

"I think the biggest difference between you and me is that you were born normal and wanted to learn and to be a good person. I was born into SI. I was forced to be smart and did things I was told, believing that it was good when it wasn't. I had to learn the hard way how to be good. You're naturally a good person."

Peter looks up with sad eyes. "You are a good person, Mister Stark. You've been nothing but good to me."

"To you, yes, I've tried really hard to be good since you showed up. To Steve, to Rhodey, to Pepper. Not so much. I didn't know what was good and what was bad back then."

"Oh. I don't know... I guess I've always tried to be a good person because I didn't have my parents and then Uncle Ben... I don't know. Guess I just wanted everybody else to be happy and safe when I couldn't be," he explains, shrugging with a small half-smile.

"You're too young to be in a situation like this one."

Peter's head drops and his chin rests again his chest in exhaustion.

"I don't know what to do, Mister. Stark. I can't go through that again. I can't. I tried so hard to be strong, but I don't think I can do that again.... I'm really scared. I don't know what to do, what I'm supposed to do," Peter almost slurs, so tired and hurt.

"I know. I'm scared for you too. Just tell him the truth. Give him my real passwords. I won't be mad, this is what I want. Pepper might be able to track it better if he's actively logged in to the account. He won't have a reason to hurt you if you tell him the truth," Tony says, curling his hands into fists.

"But I already did lie, Mister Stark. He's going to punish me for lying. What if I die? Or what if I forget like Bucky did? I-" He cuts himself off, looking ashamed, maybe even guilty. "I'm sorry. I want to be strong. I want to be a hero so so bad, Mister Stark, but it's hard."

"You are a hero, Pete. You're so strong and I'm so proud of you for being so strong, but you don't have to be strong all of the time. You're allowed to be weak and you're allowed to break and you're allowed to give in because you're only 15, kid. You're young and you're obviously in so much pain already. Sometimes you gotta put yourself first, and I'm begging you to do that now."

He nods quickly, almost desperately, like he was waiting for permission to give up.

"Get some more sleep, kiddo. I'll be right here when you wake up," Tony says, smiling sadly as the boy instantly passes out again.

The door slams open and Michael is standing there along with a woman and Kínzó.

Peter wakes up with scared wide eyes with unshed tears and his whole body is shaking before he even has the chance to realize what's happening.

"Leave him alone! Don't hurt him again! Please! Just leave him alone!" Tony is shouting, desperate to get his kid out of this situation.

"Shut up or I'll make it worse for him!" Kínzó yells, immediately silencing the older hero.

Michael grabs Peter and pulls him to his feet, locking his wrists behind his back, but for the first time since they got there, Peter starts struggling.

He fights against Michael's grip, normally super strength makes him so much stronger than any opponent, but he's so tired and hurt that he can't muster up as much as he normally can.

"Let me go! Stop! Stop it! Please! Let me go! Leave me alone!" he screams, fighting against Michael. "Let me go! Please! Just let me go!"

He gets his hands free from Michael, but they're still tied behind his back. He lurched forwards and spins around to kick Michael in the stomach sending him falling backwards.

Kínzó and the woman go grabbing for the kid, but he wrestles away from both of them.

He kicks and thrashes away from the older men, screaming to be left alone.

"Please! Let me go! Let me go! Don't touch me!" he sobs, managing a good kick to Kínzó's side, but Michael's already gotten back up.

"No! No! No! No! No!" Peter chants. "Please, No!"

Michael grabs Peter's handcuffs again and Kínzó punches him a couple times in the stomach.

Peter's knees buckle, only being held up by Michael.

"Please... Please, Mister. Stark. Don't let them take me. Don't let them hurt me again! Don't let them! Please, Mister. Stark. Don't let them do this!" The kid sobs, straining against Michael.

"I'm so sorry, kid. I can't. There's nothing I can do... I'm sorry," Tony whispers, wishing more than anything that there was something he could do.

"No!" Peter screams as he's dragged out of the room. "No! Please! Mister Stark! Don't let them do this, please!"

And then he's gone, leaving Tony alone with his awful guilt.

And then the blood-curdling, heart wrenching screams fill his ears again.

When Peter gets back to the room, the little bit of heart Tony had left, shatters.

Last time, Peter was a sobbing wreck, pleading and begging for the pain to end. Now, he's silent and face emotionless.

"Pete? Kid?" Tony questions, voice barely above a whisper. Peter's hands are tied above his head once again and his eyes stay trained on the floor. The door shuts with a loud bang and Peter doesn't even flinch. "Kid? Come on. It's Tony, remember?"

There's so much fear pulsing through his body. What if he doesn't remember? What if it's like what happened to Bucky? Did they break his kids mind?

Finally Peter looks up, eyes so beyond broken. So tired. So pained.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, voice hoarse and cracking.

"Do you remember everything? You haven't forgotten like Bucky did?" Tony repeats desperately.

Peter's face falls even further.

"I don't want to... Who's Bucky?" he asks, so lost and so far gone.

Tony wants to scream. How dare they hurt his kid like this? How dare he touch him? Take him away? Torture him until he couldn't remember?

"God, Kid. I'm so sorry," Tony murmurs, not knowing what to do or what to say.

"I don't... I don't remember. I can't. I can't remember anything before this. I can't remember... I'm sorry. I tried so hard. But everything's gone," Peter says, desperately grasping at the straws in his head but coming up empty.

"Hey, kid. We're going to be found and gotten out of here and once we're out, we're going to help you get them back. You've probably just gone through so much that a part of your brain has shut down. Once we're out of here we'll wake it up again, okay? We just have to get out. I'm so sorry you've had to go through this," Tony rambles.

"Can you... I don't... What do I do? I can't get them... They're all gone, Mister. Stark. I can't remember anything before getting here," Peter says, suddenly freaking out.

"I know, kid, but you can't worry about that now. For now, we have to focus on getting out of here. Just stay calm and focus on me, okay?"

"I just... Are my parents worried about me? Do people know we're missing? What do we do, Mister Stark?"

"Kid... Your parents are dead... you live with your Aunt May and me part time. And yes. Captain America, Steve, he's looking for us and Natasha, Black Widow, and probably the rest of the avengers too. We're going to get out of here soon, kid. I promise," he replies quickly.

"I'm sorry. I should remember, but I can't," Peter says, voice still mostly devoid of emotion.

"It's not your fault, kid. Just try to sleep off some of the pain. I promise it'll be okay."

"I'm sorry," the teen repeats, searching through his blocked off brain but coming up empty like his memories are sand slipping through his fingers. His head drops and he's starting to feel desperate for human contact. The first thing he'll do out of these cuffs, is hug Tony.

"Hey, kid?" Tony says, right before Peter drifts off. The teen looks up through half-lidded eyes looking exhausted.

"Yeah?" Peter slurs through his tiredness.

"I just wanted to say that as much as you don't deserve this, i am so proud of you. You're so brave and strong and levelheaded. I'm proud of you, kid," Tony says, giving a soft smile.

"Thanks... You should get some sleep too. You look like shit. You've been pretty great through all of this too."

"Okay. Well goodnight, kid," the older hero says.

Peter smiles, letting his head drop again as he drifts out of consciousness. "Goodnight, Dad."

He wakes up feeling more lost and confused than he ever has, that he knows of. He's been in this place for almost 2 weeks now and that's all he can remember as though he spent his whole life here.

All he knows is pain and fear. He can't remember the last time he felt happy or satisfied or anything.

All he knows is this place with the four plain walls and the mirror, they'd been moved back into the first room now that it had been cleaned, with all the bad memories that came along with it.

All he knows is himself, the two evil men, and Tony.

Tony's the only person keeping him sane. If he wasn't here, Peter surely would've lost his mind and became the Winter Soldier 2.0 or maybe the Summer soldier, as Tony had been saying the other day.

Peter felt alone and scared and empty and sad. His parents were dead. The parents he didn't even remember. But he had Tony and for now that's all that matters.

Tony on the other hand is starting to feel the insane pressure of trying to keep the boy across from him sane.

There's absolutely no hope left in the kid's big brown eyes, though he doesn't seem to cry as much. Sometimes not crying is almost worse than crying because that means he's just used to the pain that he's been forced to endure.

But the kid is always looking to Tony for help whenever he's so scared or panicked. And Tony's always there. Always. He would never ever leave the kid alone to figure it out himself because he's all Peter's got.

He'll count the breaths out and he'll breathe deeply and he'll repeat the same words of encouragement and reassurance. Just because it's his kid and his kid needs him.

But Tony's not sure how much more the kid can take. He was so sure that Pepper and the Avengers would've found them a week ago when Peter gave them the fake password to hack into SI's data. But it's been a week and nothing.

Tony's scared and Peter's scared. And they have no way of knowing if they'll ever get out of there alive, but they're certain that they'll never be the same again.

"Have you found anything?!" Natasha demands. She hasn't left the computer in a whole week, checking through every database she could to find to see if she could locate Peter and Tony. She's fallen asleep multiple times head beside the keyboard.

"No! And if you keep asking that, I'll rip your head off," Banner replies, not really angry, but he's losing his patience with the redhead. He's been better than Nat at leaving more often, but he's been pretty attached.

Steve's not good with computers so he just brings them food and water whenever necessary and will drape a blanket over their shoulders when they fall asleep at their stations.

The rest of the Avengers have been scavenging any nearby places where they'd be able to be held captive, but again nothing. Absolutely nothing.

And the more their hope drained, the faster they worked. If their hope was draining, Tony and Peter must be so far past hopeless.

Ned, May, Pepper, and Happy stayed at the Stark Tower waiting for another call or another hack or anything, unable to help in any other way.

To them it seemed like the boys had just disappeared off the face of the earth, considering even Loki and Strange couldn't find them.

All they can do is wait for a sign from the boys.

One million four hundred sixty eight thousand eight hundred and forty seconds.

Peter can't even remember what hope feels like. Or happiness. Or even simple peace.

One million four hundred sixty eight thousand eight hundred and seventy two seconds.

There's little bits and pieces of memory that float through his head occasionally, especially when he's asleep, but he's never quite certain what they mean or what to do with them, and he doesn't have the heart to ask Tony what they mean.

One million four hundred sixty eight thousand eight hundred and ninety four seconds.

The one thing that keeps coming back to him is feeling warm. Something he hasn't felt in as long as he can remember except for the warmth of his blood whenever it trickles down his body. He always remember warmth. Whether it comes from a soft smile or a hand in his or a hug or soft words sometimes a woman sometimes a man's voice. It's always warm. A good warm.

One million four hundred sixty eight thousand nine hundred and twenty three seconds.

How many more seconds have to pass before he'll be saved from this hell? He counts because it's the only thing he can do. It's the only thing that keeps his raging stomach and empty mind at peace. Or maybe it's his empty stomach and raging mind. He isn't sure at this point. All he knows is that at times everything feels too much and other times it feels like he's empty and floating away from the rest of his body.

One million four hundred sixty eight thousand nine hundred and fifty seven seconds.

Tony's been sleeping for the past eleven thousand one hundred and twelve seconds and counting leaving Peter alone to count as the time passes and wish he had something, anything, in his mind to occupy him. But instead he's left alone in the vast emptiness of the dark stretched out in front of him.

One million four hundred seventy thousand and thirteen seconds.

Tony wakes up and his eyes are drained of everything. Normally he's got at least some pretense hope to make Peter feel better about their chances, but seeing the boy there, absolutely empty as though he's lost his heart and his mind, leaving nothing but a body in it's wake, destroys the last bit of hope he's got.

One million four hundred seventy one thousand five hundred and fifteen seconds.

Tony finally speaks, a simple rough good morning in Peter's direction. Peter wants to correct him, it's not morning. Morning was forty three thousand seconds ago, but he stays silent, watching as his hero shifts uncomfortably in his chair, trying not to dig his handcuffs into his wrists again.

One million four hundred seventy one thousand seven hundred and thirty two seconds.

Peter speaks up, almost too quiet to be heard, "When are we getting out?"

Tony's voice is a void that tries to tug Peter into the pit of hopelessness. "Probably never, kid."

One million four hundred eighty thousand two hundred and twelve seconds.

Peter wants to beg Tony to remember how many times he's promised the kid that they were going to be rescued. He doesn't know how to make Tony hopeful because he can't even remember the faces of the supposed family that were meant to save them. Peter almost wishes that he could get them out of there, but he knows that hating himself won't help the situation.

One million four hundred eighty five thousand one hundred and ninety two seconds.

Peter can hear Tony's heart beating from across the room and he almost wonders why it's racing as fast as it is. He can't hear any footsteps outside the door, nobody coming to hurt him again. He watches a bead of sweat race down the side of Tony's face and he almost wants to wipe it away for him. Tony's eyes are facing the floor, unknowingly being stared at by the spider boy.

One million four hundred eighty five thousand two hundred and thirty seven seconds.

Tony looks up and Peter suddenly freezes. Tony's eyes are full of tears, awful tears that are so close to slipping over the edge and down his dirty cheeks.

"What's wrong, Mister Stark?" Peter asks, feeling like he's suddenly seven, helpless and scared, not knowing what to do, but he hasn't been seven in three hundred and fifteen million three hundred sixty thousand seconds.

"I never should've gotten you into this. I never should've let you become a superhero. I never should've taken you to Germany and upgraded your suit and allowed you an internship and let you become the friendly neighborhood spiderman. I never should've gotten you into this mess in the first place," Tony rambles.

And even though the words don't make sense to the amnesiac, Peter knows that Tony doesn't deserve to be hating himself for however they got here.

"It's not your fault, Mister Stark. There shouldn't be bad people in the world like them. If there weren't bad people then I wouldn't have needed to be a superhero, we wouldn't have gotten kidnapped and none of this would have happened. Bad people are who to blame, not yourself."

One million four hundred eighty five thousand three hundred and eleven seconds.

Tony doesn't respond for a few moments, trying to get a hold of his breathing for the kids sake. The worry in Peter's wide brown eyes makes Tony upset. Peter never worries about himself and Tony feels like that his fault. He didn't voice all this internal hatred, Peter probably wouldn't realize there was anything wrong.

"We need to get out of this place. I can't stand seeing you like this and I can't believe they broke you and I'm so sorry any of this had to happen," Tony says, trying to keep his voice as gentle as he can.

"It's okay. I'm sure we'll be found soon. I'm sure. You just have to have faith that they will. I've been thinking of something and I know how absolutely crazy and stupid it is, but I think it can get our location out to your database. But I'm going to need your help."

One million four hundred ninety thousand seconds.

Tony knew there was something horribly wrong with his kid the more they talked about Peter's awful plan. It was like only half his head was there, the other half doing something else, but Tony couldn't figure out what.

Until Peter mumbled a number and confused Tony even further.

"What was that, kid? Why are you thinking about numbers?"

Peter sighs, a long defeated sigh and looks up at Tony. He doesn't even look like who he was a month ago. Wide brown eyes utterly empty and drained like Tony felt.

"One million five hundred twenty one thousand three hundred and twenty seven," Peter says as though it's self explanatory, but Tony's more lost than before.

"What is that? One million five hundred what?" Tony asks, shifting his position on his chair and watching the kid look at his dirty feet.

"Seconds. One million five hundred twenty one thousand three hundred and forty two seconds. That's how long we've been here."

Tony's already shredded heart seems to break even more. The kid is counting the seconds. He briefly wonders if Peter will stop counting when they get out of here or if his last breath will be counted in this godforsaken place. He wonders if Peter will make it to 2 million before they're either rescued or killed. He hopes not. Either way, he doesn't want Peter to be here for very much longer.

With the plan they're coming up with, they'll either be dead or rescued within the next 24 hours. So hopefully Peter's counting can cease soon.

(I don't actually know anything about technology and stuff so sorry in advance if it's wrong)

Peter can't help but start to cry when Kínzó walks into the room the next morning. He doesn't think he can go through anymore pain, but he needs to if they're going to get their location out to the Avengers.

"Pete. Hey, kid. Listen to me. You're going to be okay. I promise. Remember? Like we talked? It's okay. Stay strong, kiddo. Please," Tony begs, watching his kid try his best to breathe deeply.

"Enough of this bullshit. Hopefully this will be the last time you ever have to see this stupid nuisance," Kínzó says, glaring at the boy.

Peter doesn't fight back, more scared than he's been in a long while. If he fails, they'll die in this place.

Kínzó drags him down the hall to the dreaded room. The one with the chair and the restraints and the switch. The torture chamber where he was electrocuted and cut open.

"Please don't," he whimpers quietly, wishing he could be strong like Tony asked, but he's so scared. What if he forgets the plan? What if he forgets Tony?

"Shut up, spidey. You should know by now that you don't have a choice," Kínzó mutters, attaching him to the chair again looking a little more tired than he should be. Hopefully that'll make it easier to do what he has to.

Kínzó reaches for the switch when Peter suddenly speaks out.

"Wait. Please. Please, please, please. What can I tell you to make you stop? I'll tell you anything. I won't lie. Please," the kid begs, tears falling down his cheeks to make it more believable.

"And how would I ever believe you?" Kínzó demands, rolling his dark eyes at the struggling kid.

"I'll hack in for you. I've done it before. I hacked my suit. I'll hack the database for you if you swear you won't hurt me," he pleads in return. This was the big awful plan he'd come up with. He needs to hack the system either so carelessly that it'll be easy to track or he needs to find a way to secretly send their location to whoever finds out. The only big problem is, Peter's not sure he can hack it. He's lost his memories so he's not sure he'll remember how to do it. But anything's worth a shot at this point.

"You'd jeopardize everything with Stark just to not get tortured again?" Kínzó asks, sounding genuinely confused.

Peter realizes very quickly that he needs to make his act more believable.

"Please. Please don't hurt me again. You've already taken all my memories. I don't know what to do. I-I can't... I can't do this again please. Please. I'm sorry. I'll do anything," he whimpers, easily able to bring up the emotions to sob pathetically.

"If you try anything, I swear to god I'll put it on the highest setting and leave you here to die," he hisses, making Peter seriously start to regret deciding to do this.

"Please. I'll hack it. I will. I can. Just please don't hurt me," he cries.

Peter's suddenly jolted up, hands pulled out of his restraints.

Kínzó's hands dig into Peter's shoulders as he's pulled into another room in the maze of this place. There's one pretty old looking computer and a moth eaten chair that he's forced into.

"Do it," The man says.

A bead of sweat races down the teen's face and clings all the way down his spine as he starts working desperately. He can feel the gun trained on his back and his spidey senses are going insane. He has to move quick or he might have a sensory overload, and passing out would be a really bad option here.

And so he types and types and types. Until the numbness has spread through his fingers and all the way up to his elbows in the cold room. The sweat now cool and sticky, gun unmoving. But Peter doesn't care. He'd rather die than live another die in this hell.

So he continues, leaving a little message here and there in the coding, just one letter at a time so it's not suspicious, spelling out help. Because even he doesn't know where he is.

He hopes that it'll be trackable, hacking into the system in the way he is. Tony had tried to explain the way the security worked and the best way to get through recklessly. Peter didn't quite remember what he was doing, so he lets his fingers take over hoping it's right.

One million six hundred eleven thousand two hundred and sixty seven seconds.

Natasha's head whips up from the spot she had been dozing off when the coding suddenly changes, filling in with everything that Peter had just written.

"There seems to be someone trying, and not succeeding too well, to hack into the Stark Industries Database," FRIDAY announces.

Natasha scans the work desperately as Bruce starts working on tracking it with a couple of the people who worked in SI's security watching him type away as the letters kept scrolling in.

The red headed assassin finally notices a pattern, a single letter that sticks out in every couple of lines of coding.

-H. E. L. P. -P. L. E. A. S. E. -H. U. R. R. Y. - P. E. T. E. R. P. A. R. K. E. R. 

"It's Peter. Peter's hacking it," Natasha breathes, trying to find a location as well as she continues reading through the coding for more hints at a secret message, but she doubts Peter knows where he is.

And finally it changes and the pattern starts again with the miscellaneous letters throughout the system.

-A. V. E. N. G. E. R. S. -P. L. E. A. S. E. -T. R. A. C. K. -T. H. I. S. -B. U. Y. I. N. G. -T. I. M. E. -G. U. N. -O. N. -M. E. -H. U. R. R. Y

"Got it!" Bruce suddenly calls, and everything in both of them seems to suddenly fit together. "Got a location!"

"Yes! Finally! Thank god! They're okay!" Nat screeches. She throws herself at Bruce for a hug and when Steve walks in, planning on scolding them for not going to bed when he asked, he falls apart so happy that his family's alright.

One million six hundred thirteen thousand five hundred and thirty eight seconds.

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Ayyyy another update. Hopefully the last one should be out by this weekend depending on how much free time I have

If you want me to write any other stories, maybe a one shot book or some sort of plot based book, let me know!

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Thanks for reading :)

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