An-Peter gets taken by Ross, and Tony frantically pleads with the rogues to help him. (Peter was adopted by Tony after May died) (Tony calls Peter by his middle name because Peter likes it)

TW-Torture, elecrocution

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When the rogues got the frantic message form Tony begging for their help they really didn't expect it to be real, except now they were sitting in front of Tony. Tony was a mess, unshaven, hair messy, grey t-shirt, Peter's too big midtown sweater, the spiderman pyjama pants Peter got him for Christmas, and the ironman socks that Peter had cheekily slipped into his draw. Tony's head was in resting on his hand as he stared at the table. He finally looked up at the team, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Ross has Spiderman." He said quietly.

"What's the catch? I thought he was just some kid from, Queens." Steve asked, making Tony wince.

"He's my son." He deadpanned, "I adopted him after his aunt died." Tony said plainly. He looked up again to find the blank faces of the rogues.

"Fourteen hours ago I received a message from Ross, it was a video. He's keeping Benny in the raft, and he's torturing him." Tony said, hiding his face in his hands. The team immediately quietened, Natasha braved the question.

"Can you play the video?" She asked gently. Tony nodded stiffly.

"FRIDAY play the video." He said solemnly. A large hologram appeared at the front of the room, revealing Ross sitting behind a desk.

"We both know that I was outraged, mortified and disgusted when you scraped the accords." Ross said, shocking the team, they didn't know Tony had scrapped them, "I was even more appaled when I found out that it was your son that convinced you to scrap them. You should know how much more delighted I was when I found out that your son is spiderman. I could kill two birds with one stone, get an enhanced, and get Tony Stark." Tony had a hand covering his mouth, Greif covering his features. The rogues listened intently.

"Your kids a strong one had to put two of those collars on him that Mr Rogers got." Ross laughed, making Tony wince, he hated this part. He'd watched the video over and over again and this part always brought him to tears.

"But if I had known all I had to do to make it comply was shave its head I would have done it sooner. It didn't even scream when I shocked him the first time, but you should have seen it when I cut its hair. Screaming and crying, the bitch even bit me." Ross paused to stand up and look at the camera seriously.

"You make new accords with me or I kill the enhanced." The screen faded slightly and Tony held up a hand for the team so wait. The screen faded to a damp room, with a boy in the middle on his knees; Peter. He had two collars around his neck, too tight, restricting his breathing. He was in dirty white pants and a straight jacket. His face was bloody, and his hair was choppy and uneven. He was crying freely as he screamed.

"He will come for me! I know he will!" Peter was cut off by static noise, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his jaw clenched.

"You think Tony Stark actually cares for you?" When Peter didn't answer they started screaming, "Huh?! Do you?" Peter raised his head up from his chest to look at the person off-camera. His face was hardened and red, a vein bulging in his forhead.

"If he didn't care for me he wouldn't have gone to the trouble of adopting me. He wouldn't have paid for my aunts funeral, he wouldn't have held me as I cried and begged for her to come back, he would-" Peter was cut off by the collars going off again, he let out a blood-curdling scream, throwing his head back. Peter panted when it stopped, but he put his head back up to speak again.

"He wouldn't have cried as he was forced to reset my bones after I broke them, he wouldn't have helped me ask out my girlfriend, he wouldn't have come to my parent-teacher conferences or my career day." Peter was cut off again by the collars going off at the same time. His back arched as he slowly fell onto the dirty floor, writhing and struggling for air. The look in his eyes was heartbreaking, he was terrified and in immense pain.

"I know he cares about me! He's my dad and I love him!" Peter choked out from the floor. Tony had to look away from the screen, putting his head in his hands, crying into them.

"Please," Peter whispered form the floor, "I just want to go home." Peter curled up when the next shot went off, curling up on his side, screaming as it didn't shut off.

"FRIDAY shut the damn thing off," Tony shouted above Peter's screams. He tugged on his hair furiously, "The video continues for a couple more hours, he stops speaking though, they just keep shocking him." Tony sighed, frustrated.

"He's just a kid, he's sixteen for god's sake. He still worries over assignments, and is late to school, and blushes when you bring up his girlfriend. He's too young to die and I can't say goodbye to him, not now not ever." He looked up at the team who all had tears in their eyes.

"He's the light of my life, and it's my fault he's there. I was careless, childish and reckless. I will do anything, I'll get on my knees and beg you. Just please, please help me save my little boy." Tony begged, clutching the table particularly hard. He pleaded with his eyes at the team, his gaze flickering to each of them.

"You really care about him?" Clint asked, a stern look on his face.

"I love him with all of my heart. He's my everything." Tony said softly. Steve looked up suddenly to look Tony in the eyes, raising out of his seat. Tony was about to get out of his seat and start begging, only to be stopped by Steve.

"Avengers, Assemble." He said.

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Tony currently had Ross by his collar, Natasha was trying to stop him but he wouldn't listen.

"Where's my son?!" He shouted, Ross just laughed.

"You actually care for the freak? Here I was thinking I'd have a nice little experiment." Ross said, making Toy growl.

"Where's my son you good for nothing piece of shit?!" Tony shouted again, holding his collar tightly, the helmet was off him but the rest of the suit was on him.

"Guess I better tell you or else I might not get my payback." Tony raised a fist only for his wrist to be caught by Steve.

"You tell me right here right now or I won't hesitate to rip your fucking throat out," Tony growled making Ross chuckle.

"He's down the hall to the left, tell him I'll miss his-" Ross was cut off my Tony's fist hitting his face hard, knocking him out. Tony dropped him a heap, already dashing down the hallway to Peter. The team followed him, SHIELD agents locking Ross up. Tony blasted down the door and quickly retracted his suit. Peter looked up at him his face scrunched up.

"Dad?" He whispered, smiling when Tony surged forward and got to him knees in front of Peter, already ripping the collars of him along with the straight jacket.

"I thought you weren't gonna come, I thought I was gonna die here," Peter said, falling into Tony's chest when he was freed of the jacket, burying his face in Tony's neck, and wrapping his arms around him, clutching the fabric of his shirt in his hands. Tony was crying as he held Peter in his arms.

"I would never ever leave you here. God Benny, I love you so damn much, you hear me? I would never let you die, ever." Tony said Peter nodded into his shoulder. Tony swiftly picked him up bridal style, Peter still had his arms around his shoulders and his head was lolling. When Tony walked past the team, who followed him obediently, Peter smiling tiredly.

"Did you get the avengers back together for little old me? Didn't think I'd ever see the day." Peter said tiredly, making the team smile lightly.

"Shut up or I'll put you back in the cell." Tony joked, earning a jab from Peter.

"You would never, mum would kill you," Peter said a smile resting on his face, Tony hummed in response.

"You're right, she would. I could always lock you in the med bay." Tony said, a smirk on his face.

"You wouldn't dare. I hate it there, to bright." Peter mumbled. Tony hummed.

"Maybe, but you're definitely on couch and bed arrest for two weeks. No going to school or walking." Tony said, earning a groan from Peter.

"Am I at least allowed MJ and Ned over?" Peter asked, resting his head n TOny's shoulder.

"Sure, but no funny business with that girlfriend of yours," Tony said, his smirk growing wider when Peter's smile widened and he wheezed out a laugh.

"Not what I meant, MJ's probably gonna give me the biggest lecture of a lifetime for letting myself get kidnapped," Peter said.

"Yeah and then she'll tell you to move over and give her a cuddle," Tony said, making Peter smile.

"Mhm, that's MJ for you. She's scary." Peter said. By now they were back at the quinjet, Tony placed Peter down and helping him out of his shirt, causing Peter to shiver. He smiled gratefully when Tony helped him into a new shirt and a sweater. He was about to help Peter out of his pants but Peter looked horrified.

"I'm not taking my pants off in front of the Avengers!" He protested. Tony sighed before turning to the team.

"You heard him, I need to get him into different pants so I would appreciate it if you turned around," Tony said. The team stifled their laughter as they turned around.

"Thanks, now I won't have the avengers seeing my underwear," Peter said sarcastically. When Tony said they could turn around again Peter was sat putting on the bed, "That bitch Ross took my socks!" He said Tony started laughing at him.

"Hey don't laugh, those were my favourite socks, they had the periodic table on them," Peter said, even though he had a smile on his face, suddenly he narrowed his eyes at Tony.

"Is that my sweater?" Peter said, a smirk on his face. Tony rolled his eyes.

"Why yes, Benny it is. This is the only time I'm gonna say it, but I missed you, I was so scared I'd lose you. We need to get Pepper to fix up your hair, I know how much you hate anyone else touching it." Tony was suddenly hugging Peter, who put his face in his neck happily. Peter nodded into his shoulder.

"I missed you too, I thought I'd never see you or mum or Mj or Ned ever again. I didn't want to not say goodbye to you like May." Tony pulled back to wipe Peter's tears. Peter scrunched up his face trying to stop the tears, he sniffled before talking again.

"Can we watch the force awakens when we get home?" Peter said, before laughing at Tony's face.

"Yes Ben, we can watch StarWars when we get home, as long as you eat and drink. I can see you're already healing." Tony said, taking the seat next to him.

"Oh poor me, I get to eat and drink," Peter said dramatically.

"Don't make me remind you of that time you got shot and refused to eat," Tony said, pulling Peter into his side. The team surveyed the scene carefully, not sure how to proceed, "You guys are invited to watch StarWars with us if you want?" Tony said softly, watching Peter as he curled up into his side. They team nodded in agreement, they didn't mind spending time with the boy who managed to soften Tony.