(Just a heads up some of this stuff is pretty graphic)

When Peter woke up he was in another new room. He looked around to see that he was strapped to a leather chair with several sharp pins surrounding him and a table full of scary looking things beside him.

Peter gulped as a furious Ross burst into the room and slammed the door shut.
"Oh you think you've foiled my plan huh? By telling your dear old daddy Stark not to give me his money or come rescue you? Well guess what kid, you've successfully pissed me off and you're in no condition to break out of here."

Peter gulped but kept a strong face.
"You're wrong Ross, I saved my family and that's all that matters."

Ross glared at him.
"I'm gonna hurt you so bad, you'll regret ever being born. And it's sir to you."

Peter kept glaring back at him but on the inside he was petrified. He was scared that he was going to break his promise to his dad. He was scared that he would die here.

Ross approached him and grabbed a blade off the table. He twisted it around in his fingers so the light would bounce off of it and make it sparkle.

"Amazing how something so beautiful can cause so much pain..." he said.

Then he stabbed the blade into Peter's thigh. Peter screamed as he twisted the blade around. Peter screamed in agony and thrashed around in the chair, ignoring his other injuries protesting every move he made.

Ross pulled the blade out of his thigh then stabbed it in his upper arm. Peter screamed again, definitely causing more damage to his throat.

Ross twisted the blade around some more in his arm smiling evilly as Peter screamed in agony. When he was satisfied Ross pulled out the blade again, searching for another location to plunge it.

His eyes fell on Peter's lower abdomen and he smirked.
"This ones not gonna feel so nice kid."
Then he roughly stabbed Peter in the gut causing the young boy to throw his head back and writhe in pain.

"St-stop... stop!" Peter pleaded. Ross only laughed as he dug the blade deeper.
"You brought this on yourself boy!"

He twisted the knife around in his stomach making Peter scream louder each time. When he finally pulled it out, Peter's head fell forward and he was covered in sweat and tears.

Ross kneeled down and looked Peter in the eyes.
"Should we call your daddy to come get you now?" He asked in a baby voice. Peter glared at the man and spit in his face.

"Never. You're not going to win Ross." He said in a barely audible voice. Ross smacked him hard across the face.

"IT'S SIR TO YOU!" He shouted. Peter cowered at the noise, but held his ground.

"Whatever Ross." Peter smirked.

Ross glared at first, but then his glare turned into a smirk.

"Fine, that's the way you want to do this?" He moved closer to Peter's face. "I will break you Peter Stark."

Ross stood up and grabbed a bottle of clear liquid. Peter read the label and his eyes widened at what he read: Rubbing Alcohol

Ross smirked as he dumped the liquid in Peter's leg wound, arm wound and stomach wound. Peter screamed (again) and struggled harder than ever before against his bonds. He could have probably broken them if his powers were at full strength.

Ross grabbed Peter by the shoulders and stared at him in the eyes again.

"Are you ready to obey?" He asked. Peter looked him right back in the eyes and smiled even though he was in so much pain.

"I see you still haven't gotten those breath mints, huh Ross?"

Ross glared and picked up another torture weapon from his table. This time it was the remote for the small pointy things surrounding him.

"Now this, boy, this is one of my personal favourites. So you better appreciate me after I waste my favourite torture weapon on you."

Peter took a breath and braced himself. But clearly he didn't brace himself enough because when the many needles plunged into his skin he threw up everywhere.

The needles came out then plunged back in and he threw up again. This went on and on and on until Peter had thrown up a total of 27 times. Most of the time he wasn't throwing up food since he hadn't eaten in four days, but he still managed to puke over and over again.

Whatever nutrition he had left in his system was completely gone now. Ross looked at him again. Peter didn't think he could take any more. He didn't want to let Ross win, but he had nothing left to keep him going.

"Are you ready to obey me?" He asked.

Peter didn't answer. He just looked down at the  ground. Ross raised his voice.

"Are you ready, to obey me?" He asked again.

Peter looked up weakly at the man who had been causing him all this pain, and as a tear rolled down his face he nodded.

"Yes, sir."

Ross smirked victoriously.
"Well then, you should get changed you look awful, and maybe I'll get you some breath mints. Your breath is awful after throwing up that many times."

Oh how Peter wanted to fight back, say something sassy, say anything really, but he couldn't... Ross was right. He broke him.

Peter was led back to his room by the same two guards as usual. Ross followed of course. He tossed Peter some grey basketball shorts and a black tank top

"Put these on, you look awful."

Peter nodded and slipped them on when Ross turned around. He winced and hissed as his wounds reopened and bled more. Ross sighed and threw him some gauze as well.

"Thank you sir." Peter said and he began to dress his worst wounds. It wasn't great but it would help stop the bleeding. He slipped on the clothes then stood waiting for his next command like he was some dog or something.

Ross looked at him with disgust and Peter actually felt like he was horrible... Ross was getting to him.

"Chain yourself to the bed." Ross ordered.

Peter walked over to the bed, sat on it and chained his wrist to the frame. Then he looked at Ross and sighed. He hated this, but he couldn't escape if he was constantly being tortured.

"Thank you for not killing me today sir." He said. Ross smiled and left the room, slamming the door shut.

{•••}

Peter woke up the next morning to see a piece of mouldy bread and a small cup of mildly clean water sitting in the corner of the room.

This was his fifth day here and he hadn't eaten anything since. He got out of the bed and started to walk over to the bread.

He had almost reached it, when the chain started pulling on his wrist. He could put the chains on, but only Ross could take them off. He looked at his chain then at the food.

No. No this can't be happening. He was so close to it! If his arm was just a few inches longer than he could reach the food. He was so close that he can almost brush the plate with his fingertips.

So close, yet so far...

He stood back up and walked back to his bed. He sat on the bed and cried. No not cried, he sobbed.

Food and water were so close to him, yet he couldn't reach it. It was a cruel joke to play on a genetically modified teenager with super metabolism who hasn't eaten in 5 days.

He brought his knees up to his chest and hugged them tight. He cried and cried and cried, not caring if Ross saw him like this or not. All he wanted was to be home, with his family...

His family. That's who he's doing this for. His family is the reason he's still alive. He can do this. He will get out of here. He has to. He promised his dad he would.

That's how Peter spent the entire day. Ross never came in once. He just sat there, staring at the rotten food, wishing he could devour it.

Peter fell asleep hungrier than ever that night.

{•••}

When Peter woke up, the food was still sitting in that same corner of his cell. He stared as a fly landed on that bread. Peter was jealous that it could reach it and he couldn't.

Suddenly, the door flew open and Peter stood up.
"Good morning sir."

Peter was surprised at the condition of his voice. It was raspy and it hurt to speak. But he had to, if he didn't want to get punished.

Ross nodded and looked at the food.
"Not hungry I see?" He asked.

Peter looked at the ground.
"I'm sorry sir, I couldn't reach it sir."

Ross nodded and pushed the food a lot closer to Peter than it was before. He left the room and Peter ran to the food.

He ate the bread in 0.2 seconds, but decided it would be wise to savour his water. So he drank it slowly, each sip providing slight relief to his dry and bloody throat.

When he was finished he sighed and walked back to his bed. Well he couldn't really call it a bed. There were no pillows or blankets. Just a dirty old mattress. But it was the only comfort he had here. It has now been six days he thinks, and he was no closer to escape.

Ross never came back that day, so Peter went to sleep early even though his sleep was plagued with endless nightmares.

{•••}

It was a routine for the next two weeks. Peter would wake up, Ross would spend the day torturing him somehow, he would go back to his cell where a slice of mouldy bread and some dirty water would wait on his bed, then he would sleep and do the whole thing over the next day.

It's been almost three weeks that he's been trapped here and he was still no closer to getting out. Ross was only getting more and more bored of torturing him, it was only a matter of time before he killed him.

Peter decided he would have to do some lying to get out of this. He needed a long rest with no torture to get his powers back. If his powers were good, he could escape. And he needed to get rid of the chain.

Peter didn't have to exaggerate his 'sickness' very much since his throat was already sandpaper and he could easily cough up blood. He was super pale and skinny and lost a lot of blood while he was here. He could do this.

Ross opened his door and Peter laid on his bed. He let out a horrible cough and blood splattered on the mattress.

Ross looked at him.
"Get up." He ordered.

Peter groaned and trembled.
"I-I'm sorry sir... I-I can't..."

Ross moved closer to Peter and slapped him. Peter whimpered and trembled more.
"I said get up!" Ross yelled.

"P-Please sir... it's s-so cold... m-my throat-." Peter started but began coughing violently. More blood spewed out onto the mattress and Peter groaned some more. He was deathly pale. 

Ross sighed.
"I will come back tomorrow."

Peter took a deep breath. Now is the moment of truth.
"Sir, c-can you t-take the chain off?"

Ross paused and looked at him.
"Now why would I do that?"

Peter coughed more so Ross wouldn't come too close.
"I-I'm so c-cold sir, please if I c-could just b-bundle up in myself."

Ross rolled his eyes.
"Whatever, it's not like you can get out of here. You can't even move for god sakes."

He walked over to Peter and removed the chain from his wrist.

Peter nodded.
"Th-Thank you sir. Thank you s-so much sir."

Ross left the cell and the door was shut. Peter sighed and rubbed his wrist. He curled up into a ball just like he used to do when he was little to comfort himself and fell asleep thinking of ways to get past Ross.

The next morning, he was woken up by Ross entering his room. Peter slowly opened his eyes and coughed a cough worse than the day before.

"Can you get up?" He asked.

Peter trembled and shook his head.
"N-no sir." He whispered. It was almost impossible to hear his voice now.

Ross sighed and threw a slice of stale bread at Peter. He also set down a cup of clean water for the boy beside his bed.

"Routine continues tomorrow, whether you're better or not." He said then left the room.

Peter ate the not mouldy bread and drank the clean water, a luxury he hadn't had in almost four weeks now.

Peter knew if he wanted to be stronger, he'd need lots of sleep. So that's what he did. He slept all day and all night, until he woke up the next morning.

{•••}

This was it. It was time for him to escape this hell-hole. Peter woke up before Ross was supposed to come inside, and he felt so much stronger. Not as strong as he had hoped, but hopefully strong enough.

He set the chain close to his hand and laid as still as possible. If he was going to get Ross close, he'd really have to be a convincing dead person.

A few minutes later, the door opened wide and Ross walked in.
"Alright that's enough sick days, get up!" He ordered.

Peter didn't answer and kept his breathing as shallow as possible. Ross stepped closer.

"I said get up!" He yelled louder. Peter didn't even flinch. He was so ready for this.

Ross was now right where Peter wanted him. Ross bent down to check for a pulse on Peter's neck, and when he did, Peter grabbed the chain and wrapped it around his neck.

Ross punched and kicked Peter trying to break free but Peter's super strength was too much for him. Peter whispered one more thing to Ross before he passed out.

"See ya never... sir."

Ross fell unconscious on the bed and Peter grabbed his key and baton from Ross' pockets and he chained Ross' wrist just to be 100% sure he wouldn't escape.

Peter took off running down the halls. Every time he left his cell he studied the hallways so he had a clear exit path mapped out in his head.

Every guard that looked at him was unconscious within a minute because Peter just kept smacking them left and right.

"Ha! That's how it feels!" He shouted with every guard he hit.

He saw the exit and ran and ran until he was out the doors. He stopped for a moment and breathed in the fresh air.

He was so close to freedom, all he had to do was keep ignoring his protesting injuries and run as fast as he could away from here.

But of course Parker luck had to strike and a single conscious guard fired a bullet at Peter. The bullet ripped through his non-wounded leg. Peter fell to the ground and tried to scream but no sound came out. His throat must be really bad then. The guard ran at him but Peter knocked him out with the baton.

He didn't want to, but he knew he had to keep running. He had to get away from this place, even if he died trying. He had to get home.

{•••}

So Peter ran through the forest.
And ran.
And ran.
And ran.
And ran.

Both his leg wounds protested the constant movement, and he felt like he could pass out any second now, but he had to make it home.

He didn't know where home was, but it couldn't have been too far since he remembered the ride being fairly short.

When he spotted the break in the forest he ran even faster. He smiled as he walked into the familiar area of Central Park.

He ignored the concerned looks of civilians seeing his condition. God he must look awful. He didn't care because in the distance he could see the giant A of avengers tower.

The rest of the run was a blur. He ran through the front door and into the elevator of his home. He missed this place so much.

He was finally home. He was going to get to see his family again!

The doors opened and he saw everyone sitting in the common room. They all looked so stressed. He felt bad that he did this to them. But he was home now!

"H-Hi g-guys" he tried to say but his voice was cracklings and breaking with every sound. The two super soldiers picked up on the noise though and jumped up.

"PETER!" They shouted.
Everyone else heard that and turned to look at the elevator where they saw a boy they knew, but didn't recognize.

"Peter oh my god... what did that son of a b**** do to you?" Tony said as he approached his son.

Peter smiled weakly at his dad.
"I-I told you I'd come home..."

But he fell into a fit of coughing and blood spewed out. Everyone rushed to his side but they weren't quick enough...

He fell to the ground...

{•••}

It was a week before Peter woke up. His body put itself into a coma to heal his many injuries. Tony never left his side, someone else from the team always with him too.

Peter opened his eyes and found that he couldn't speak. He felt Tony's hand in his and he squeezed it weekly.

Tony's eyes opened and he looked at his son.
He had tears in his eyes and he rubbed Peter's hair.

"Oh Peter... I thought I lost you..." Tony said. Peter smiled back at his dad.
"I don't break promises." He whispered.

Tony smiled and patted Peter's cheek.

{•••}

Another week had passed until Peter was able to leave the medical area. He was dreading this day though, since today was the day he was supposed to tell his family what happened to him back in the cell.

So there he sat, on the common room couches, surrounded by his family that he missed so much.

"Okay Pete, we just want you to tell us what you're comfortable saying okay?" Steve said and Tony rubbed Peter's hands.

Peter took a deep breath.

"Well it started horribly. Ross he umm, tried to break me. First he told his guards to torture me, and whenever I disobeyed him he would electrocute me, then the day we video called you he put me in this room with this ice cold water... it was s-so cold... and then his guards umm whipped me almost 200 times... then Ross best me up for awhile and we called you. It was so hard for me to speak since my throat was raw and bleeding from screaming so much."

Everyone gasped. Peter chuckled.

"That's not even the beginning... then umm he was really mad at me for ruining his plan so he took me to this torture room... it was horrible to say the least... it started with him stabbing me in three places, then twisting the knife around. Then he umm poured rubbing alcohol in the wounds." He said then showed them his three stab wound scars and they all grimaced.

"Then he used his 'favourite toy'. It was a machine that stabbed tons of tiny needles inside you and I threw up every time. And I wasn't being fed to begin with, so anything I had was gone. So yea I had no food or water for 5 days and then the one day there was a slice of mouldy bread and some dirty water in the corner of my cell. I was chained to my bed so I could walk around, but the food was too far... and like I could just barely brush up against it. It was driving me crazy..."

Tony mumbled some swears and Peter continued.

"Th-the worst part of it all was probably how he broke me so badly... he made me call him sir, and I had to thank him at the end of every day for not killing me... he made me chain myself to the bed every night and if I didn't he'd torture me more."

Natasha frowned and hugged Peter.
"Can you tell us how you escaped?" She asked.

Peter nodded and continued.
"I faked being really sick so I could heal and get my powers a bit stronger and trick him to take the chains off. Then on the day, I think he was going to kill me, i faked my death so I could get him close and then I used the chains to choke him out, but not kill him obviously, and then I just ran. I got shot in the leg on my way out but my only thought was to just keep running."

Everyone was shocked. They all hugged him.
"We're so happy you're okay Peter." Bucky said.

{•••}

The next few months were hard for Peter. Ross was put in jail, and some of Peter's injuries left horrible scars that would always remind him of that horrible time, but with his family by his side, he would be okay.

Spiderman was welcomed back with open arms and soon enough everything was back to normal...

Or at least as normal as everything got when you lived with the avengers.

Thank god I finished that! I've been working on this for over 8 hours! I really hope you all enjoy this! Thanks for reading!
~Taco