This is my first Whumptober and I am very excited to start. I will be releasing a bunch on some days and none on others. I might also not finish it. This is because of school. I am also starting early.

Peter P.O.V.
The first thing I notice when I come to is that I am hanging from shackles connected to the ceiling. I tug at the chains above my head to test the strength. The chains are too strong for me to break. They must be vibrainium, so these captors know I am Spider-Man.

I hear someone coming into the room, and I look at the door. A man with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a long scar down his face walks into the room.

"Who are you? What do you want with me?" My voice is raspy from disuse.

"Well Mr. Parker, or should I say Spidey, you are here because I want revenge on Tony Stark. I have seen how close you two are, and I thought what better revenge than torturing his kid while he can't do anything about it."

"What did Mr. Stark ever do to you?"

"My family was in one of the buildings that collapsed during the battle of New York. He could have saved them, but he didn't. He was to busy with a building across the street."

"I am sorry about your family, but revenge won't change anything. Trust me, I know. When my uncle was shot and killed, I became Spider-Man to hunt down the guy that killed him. I was so blinded by rage that I almost killed someone."

"You will never understand."

He goes to a small silver table across the room and grabs something from it along with a camera on a tripod.

He first sets up the camera in front of me, then he walks over with a knife in his hand, and it isn't a little knife it is a giant double bladed throwing knife.

"Hello Stark, since you didn't save my family, I thought I would torture yours," said the man looking at the camera.

Torture scene ahead. Read at your own risk.

The man gets close to me and digs the knife into my side. He then quickly pulls it out. I bite back a scream. I will not give in. The man (let's call him Luke [A/N I don't hate Luke in the PJO books I just needed some sort of reference]) starts sliding the knife down my side making long cuts all over my body. Before I can pass out though, he stops. He moves over to the table again and grabs another tool. 'Luke' comes back with a set of small pliers. He grabs my foot and lifts it up, and slides the pliers underneath the toenail on my big toe. He pulls the pliers up yanking the toenail with it. Pain shoots through my foot, and I can't hold back the scream this time. He takes two more nails before he moves to my other foot. He gets my other big toe before the door to the room gets thrown open.

Gore over. Basically Peter was tortured and someone just came to rescue him.

Peter looks over to his rescuer. There in all it's glory stands the rescue armor. The person in the rescue armor punches 'Luke' and he flies and hits the wall unconscious. My rescuer comes over to me and unlocks the chains. If they hadn't caught me I would have fallen to my knees.

"Whoa, easy there Darlin'," exclaims my rescuer and I immediately know who rescued me.

"H'rley."

"Easy there Darlin'."

He picks me up bridal style and starts flying back to the tower. I pass out before we reach home.

I come to for the second time today only this time I know I am safe. I slowly open my eyes to see my boyfriend sitting next to my bed.

"Hey Darlin'," he whispers, his southern accent coming through.

"Hey."

I try to move closer, but a sharp pain in my side stops me. I whimper as pain shoots through my body.

"Slowly down Peter, you are still very injured."

"Where- where's Dad?"

"The old man went to get food. He should be here any minute."

After that we sit in silence until Tony comes.

When Tony walks in I reach my arm out to him. I don't care how pathetic I look, I just need comfort from my father figure.

"Dad," I whimper.

"Oh Pete, I am so, so sorry that happened to you. I should have protected you."

"Not your fault," I whisper.

He puts the food down and comes over to hug me. I melt into his embrace. Harley also hugs me, and I sigh in content.

For the first time today, I feel protected. I fall asleep peacefully. Still embraced by Tony and Harley.

I know it is not October yet, but I am not sure how much time I will have to write with school, so I gave myself a head start. I will try to finish all of whumptober, but it might not happen.

Sincerely,
Asya Esenia Romanova-Barnes.