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Day 17
Peter pov

I sat there on the floor and sighed as I closed my eyes. In my attempt to stand up, pain shot up my leg and I had to sit back down again.

I wrapped my jacket around my ankle and webbed it around.

I now have a weirdly soft cast.

I stood up.

Less pain...

Huh.

As I paced around the room, I tried to find an exit.

there is no way to get out other than a vent close to the floor.

which won't be fun for my ankle.

Nonetheless, I webbed a web on both sides of the vent.

Then I pulled myself forward, into the darkness.

TONY POV

I paced the room after seeing what Peter was doing.

Twenty minutes ago,  Ivan changed the walls to the footage of peters room. 

He had tried to exit through the the vents.

Smart, but it won't last long.

Eventually the vents will become too cramped for him.

He must find someone else.

I'm so proud of him.

PETER POV

the vents are darker than my room.

As I crawled through the small tunnel of metal, a thought occurred to me.

Wanda.

She can help me move faster.

I kept my hands on the floor of the vents and sure enough, there was a grate almost right in front of me.

I pulled it up.

Wait, how did I get into the ceiling?

I dropped to the floor into the room below.

"Hello?"

TONY POV

The screens tuned off, leaving me in darkness once again.

"Ivan stop this! What do you want? I will do anything! ANYTHING! Just don't hurt the kid!"

Silence.

Then...

"Gone soft have we stark?"

I looked at the ground before nodding.

There's no hiding my affection towards the kid.

He laughed.

"He must be like a son to you."

I paused again before nodding.

He stopped laughing abruptly.

"Good. I will make his death slow and painful."

"Ivan no! Please!"

Silence.

PETER POV

"Hello?" I said.

Almost immediately I felt hands on my neck and I was pinned to the floor.

"Tory, ricochet webs please."

I shot at the ceiling above us and it hit my attacker straight in the back, I pulled on the web rope attached to the web slingers and they were suspended in the air.

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