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Previously:

"Where is that kid?"

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Jesus, all he wanted was to use the bathroom, not get kidnapped.

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Next time, you will come with me, and I won't be as gentle.

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"Dad..."

"...he's coming for me."

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"What?" his father's voice came out calm despite the fear in his son's voice.

"H-he came in the house-"

"Who came in the house!" his father's voice was now worried, but Peter continued as if he hadn't spoken a word.

"-and he, he said he would find me. And that- that I would regret getting away. And-and-"

"Woah, woah. Pete listen to me. Pepper and I are coming home to figure this out." Tony's voice was comforting to Peter, but his fear was still heavy.

"But, but he said he was coming, and that he would get me, and-"

"Peter." Tony's voice was stern but gentle, "no one is going to get you. I promise you. Pep and I are coming and everything is going to be okay. Alright?"

Peter was still panting due to running around the house and crying.

"Yeah. Okay."

"I'm going to go now, but I'll be back soon."

"Bye kiddo, love you."

"Bye, love you"

With that Peter hung up, some of his anxiety's gone.

Bing

Peter saw the notification before his phone alerted him of it.

He was just too scared to open it.

Stop being stupid, it's just a text message.

With that thought, Peter opened the message.

And immediately regretted it.

Unknown: I see you

He's back that fast?

Damn.

Peter didn't have time to be sassy.

Instead, he took a screenshot of the message and sent it to his dad.

Bing

Peter looked at the notification, a look of horror taking over his face.

Unknown: Telling daddy big bucks on me now? Too bad because he won't be able to save you. No one can.

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.

Peters breathing quickened and his heartbeat sped up.

No. You don't have time to have a panic attack.

Peter took deep breaths, calming his racing heart.

Quickly, he got up and went to every window shutting the blinds, locking them. Then going to every door locking every single one.

Then he turned on the security system, which somehow wasn't on earlier.

Now all he has to do is wait.

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Peter was sitting in his room when his phone started ringing.

Peter let out a sigh of relief as he saw the caller ID. 

"Hey, dad when are you coming home?"

"Don't worry bud we're at the airport now, we should be there in two hours at the most." his dad's voice should have comforted him, but the crash downstairs eliminated any comfort he could have gotten.

"Dad," Peter whispered, "Dad they're here." Peter's voiced was laced with fear as he spoke.

"I thought you said there was only one."

"There's more now," Peter whispered, a tone in his voice that Tony hated hearing.

"Okay shit. Um, okay. Pete, I need  you to lock your door."

"It's locked."

"Okay stay in your room and don't go anywhere. Okay." Tony's voice came out rushed and quick, as he yelled at the manager of the building that he had to be home as soon as possible.

Peter heard crashes downstairs, along with two men's voices.

"Dad they're coming. They're going to get me. Dad please-"

"Pete it'll be okay, I-"

Beep, beep, beep.

Peter shook in fear as his father's voice was gone, and the connection was broken.

~At the airport~

"Peter? Peter?" Tony almost shouted into his phone.

"Tony?" Pepper looked at her husband, eyes wide and teary.

"What happened to Peter."

"The connection, it was lost," Tony explained, sighing after he spoke.

"Mr. Stark we couldn't find any flights back to New York until 7:00." Mr. Norman said, his voice slow and boring.

"Listen here douchebag," Tony jabbed a finger at the man's chest, "my son is in danger and god help me if you don't get me a fucking flight to New York right now I will bring hell to this company."

"Oh look at that, flight 328 just opened up for New York," Mr. Norman said looking at his watch.

"Damn right it did," Tony said, following the man to the plane.

~Back to the troubled child~

The doorknob turned back and forth, making a horrible sound as someone from the outside turned it.

"Stop turning the damn knob Jeff, we'll look there again after we search the rest of this damn house."

The knob stopped turning and the man's footsteps could be heard walking away.

Click, clack, click.

Click, clack, click.

Click, clack, click.

Peter let out a small sigh of relief, thankful that the man walked away.

But he wasn't relived for long as the other man's words registered in his mind. 

"We'll look there again after we search the rest of the damn house."

They were coming back to his room later.

And Peter had no idea when later was.

He had to figure out what to do.

He looked at his window, thinking about going out of it. Wait no, he's on the second floor of the house, he could easily break both of his legs and maybe an arm from jumping down.

He got closer to his window, staring down at the street below.

Then Peter saw someone passing by the street.

He quietly opened his window, "Hello!" he said as loud as he could without alerted the intruders of his presence in the room.

The woman looked up at Tony Stark's house and finally at him, then shook her head and kept walking.

Oh right, how could he forget?

The Stark's don't have a kid.

Peter wanted to scream, to cry, to just go to bed.

He shut his window and sat down against the wall.

He really wasn't getting out of this, was he?

Peter could hear the men banging around, the security system going off, but it all sounded distant. Peter felt like he was underwater like he couldn't really feel anything.

Click, clack, click

The sound of two men's footsteps broke him from his trance.

"You think the kid is in here?" one male voice said.

"What other door is locked, Derek? The gym?"

So the first dude is Jeff and the second is Derek. Now he had names to tell his dad.

Peter's first thought when he heard them jiggling his doorknob was to call the police. Oh wait, he can't.

The Stark's don't have a kid.

How was he supposed to convince them Tony and Pepper Stark did have a kid? Not like anyone would believe him anyway.

"Just kick in the door, Derek."

Don't kick in the door, Derek.

But to Peter's dismay, the door was getting kicked at.

Peter quickly dove under his bed, backing up to the wall.

He was breathing heavily as he squished himself as far up against the wall as he could and making sure his feet weren't sticking out from under the bed.

Then the door fell down.

And the men came in.

Click, clack, click.

Click, clack, click.

"Is this the kid's room?"

"No Derek, it's some other thirteen-year-old boys room."

"Okay, okay. You need to chill man, get your head out of your ass for once."

Click, clack, click.

Click, clack, click.

Peter held his breath as feet approached his bed.

He held his breath as a man got on his knees and laid on the floor.

The man scanned under the bed, eyes meeting Peter's.

Peter's eyes widened as the man grinned and reached out towards him.

The man's hand got closer and closer.

When the man's hand was about to grab Peter he did the first thing that came to mind.

"Ow! Fucking brat!" The man yelled jerking back his hand.

"You good Jeff?"

'No! The brat just bit me!"

Peter heard stifled laughter then someone grabbed his ankles.

Peter gasped as he was getting pulled back.

Quickly he grabbed the bedpost, kicking at the man holding him.

"Let me go!" Peter yelled repeatedly as he kicked at the man.

Finally, the other man came and yanked on Peter's wrists, making him release the bedpost.

The hands on his ankles let go and was now wrapping around his waist.

Peter kicked and thrashed as the other man tied his hands and legs together.

"Did you bring the tape?" Jeff asked as he finished tying Peter's thrashing legs together.

"Uh no."

"Dammit, Derek!"

Derek sighed and covered Peter's mouth with his hand instead.

Peter thought about biting him to before changing his mind.

He doesn't know where that hand has been.

Peter struggled as much as possible as the men took him downstairs and outside.

"Let me go!" Peter yelled, but it came out muffled and could barely be heard.

Peter kept this up, not wanting to be taken away.

"Shut up!" Jeff yelled, punching Peter in the face.

Then Peter got hit with reality.

Reality didn't care if Peter got kidnapped.

His parents would.

They would put in a nationwide search, hell even a worldwide search if they had to.

They wouldn't stop at anything until he was back with them, safe.

But what if they couldn't find him?

What if after searching for so long they gave up?

He was thrown in the trunk of a car, breaking his train of thought.

"Help!" he yelled before Jeff covered his mouth with duct tape.

Peter thought about rolling onto the ground but they would just put him back in the trunk.

Then the trunk door was slammed shut.

~Back to the worried as fuck parents~

Tony called his suit as soon as he was out of the plane, Pepper promised she could drive back on her own.

Tony was flying as fast as he could go towards his son.

Tony scanned the streets watching every car that might have his son.

Tony pulled up the coordinates of the man's phone that texted Peter which he got through the screenshot.

The car was speeding and on the highway.

Tony flew towards the red dot in front of him praying that his kid was alright.

Because if one hair on his head is gone then Tony will most likely beat them both to death.

When he got his kid back, he was going to make sure everyone knew not to mess with his kid.

Tony was still 18 miles away from his kid and it felt like he was going slower than a sloth. He was determined to get to his son.

No matter what.

Tony was about to go even faster when he saw the car that had his precious child in it.

Tony almost laughed as he swooped down going in front of the car. He reached out and grabbed the front of the car.

He saw people recording as Iron-Man ripped two guys out of their car.

"Where is he?!" Tony demanded, lifting up his faceplate.

"I- I don't know who you're talking about." one man said eyes wide with fear.

"I'll ask one more time. Where is my son that you took from my fucking house." Tony was seething by now ready to chop off both men's heads.

"That- that was your kid?"

"Five." Tony counted.

"Four."

"Three."

"He's in the trunk!"

Tony dropped the two men, letting them hit the pavement.

He didn't care if there were reporters and people recording his every move as he walked up to the trunk of the car.

Tony pried the trunk door open to see his kid.

Peter's eyes wide with fear and tears streaming down his face.

And he had a black eye.

Tony stepped out of his suit and took his kid out of the car. He untied him and took the tape off his mouth.

Tony then held his kid close to him, never wanting to let go again.

But he did let go.

He let go and punched the men in their ugly faces with his bare hands.

Then, he looked at the reporter's cameras and spoke, "Mess with my kid, and I'll make your life a living hell."

After he finished, he got in his suit, picked his kid up and went home.

Yeet this is bad but I still tried.

I really need to update more.

Eh, I'll try.

I hope y'all enjoyed this because it took me awhile to make this shitty chapter.

I've been busy and a lot of social media shit is happening that is stupid af but somehow got me involved.

I don't like the drama, the drama likes me.

Anyway I'll see you lovely Cucumbers whenever I update again!

🥒 "oH mEh GoD, iTs A sAlTy CuCuMbEr"