No one's a superhero in this one, before y'all ask, I planned ahead.

Anyway, on with the story.
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Tony loved being a father, and throughout the years of raising Peter, the two of them had this way of speaking without actually forming words. Like telepathy, but of course neither of them had telepathy. They'd always been able to give a certain look and know exactly what to do, so as the father and son duo found themselves in the situation they were currently in. They had to rely on each other, especially if they were going to get out of this mess.

What mess was that exactly? They got kidnapped, that's it. The only thought that was running through Peter's mind, as he sat on the cold cement floor, his hands bound by rope, and only a few feet away from his dad. "If I'm going to die, I'm going to make sure I annoy the heck out of the kidnapper." He chuckled quietly to himself, trying to decide whether to talk his ear off, or sing baby shark. Tony shook his head, "Don't even think about it." He said.

"I haven't done anything!" Peter exclaimed, Tony could tell he was trying to put on an innocent tone, and although defensive, completely mischievous.

"Yet. You haven't done anything yet, I already know it's going to be something dumb, like quoting vines. And if we make it out, I'd have to kill you instead."

Peter mocked offense, "You'd go to jail, you're not equipped for that."

"One, I know a very good lawyer. Two, I survived from being kidnapped in Afghanistan for months. This doesn't faze me." Tony replied.

"That's kind of depressing Dad." And before the conversation, more like argument, could continue, their kidnapper entered the room. The two of them falling quiet, the man closed the door behind him, walking close to Tony and kneeling down in front of him.

"Are you finally ready to give me what I want Stark?" He asked, Tony noticed he had a gun at his side.

"Just like the last time you asked, no. I don't even know you." Tony sneered.

He sighed, then slapped Tony across his face, "Since you're being so uncooperative, I'm going to take away the person you love most." The man had a sinister grin on his face, Tony could only wear a cold expression. Their kidnapper didn't need to know he was actually worried about his kid.

"Do you just walk in all menacingly with bad guy music playing in your head or...?" Tony looked towards his son, giving the look of 'get ready.' But Peter acknowledged it, he was waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. The man got up, making his way to the teen, who looked at him, unfazed. He's dealt with worse, this guy was nothing.

He scowled at the boy, "You don't know when to shut up do you."

Peter smirked, "Oh I do, I just need to distract you." The man looked confused, and then BAM! He was hit on the back of his head. Falling to the floor, but that didn't knock him out, the man got up and turned around facing Tony. Tony had hit him with the butt of the weapon, he didn't shoot as the bullet would hit Peter.

But since he moved out of the way, Tony didn't think twice before double tapping him in the leg. The kidnapper dropped to the ground writhing in pain. Tony went to Peter, untying the knot, taking his boy and leaving the room. Locking the door behind them, leaving the building, Tony called 9-11 and waited for them to show up. Tony was finally able to relax, he and his boy were safe.
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The End of Chapter 207