~Will I always have you?~Irondad and Spiderson Fanfic~

Chapter 31: Just why?

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warning: needles

Peter had messed up.

Well...

Everyone else too but prehaps him a little more. But then he was right, wasn't he?

He sped down the pavement towards an alley way where he webbed himself up, swinging up and making his way to Ned's house. Peter honestly felt terrible for keeping Ned out the loop, he was his best friend, his closest friend. But he was going to make it up.

He made it all the ways to Ned's house and climbed through the boy's bedroom window which was conviently open. "Ned-"

"AH!" He heard a small yelp from the boy on the bed who turned to him, face full of panic before he realised it was Peter.

"Jesus dude, you almst have me a heart attack c'mon man." He said as Peter awakwardly climbed into the room.

"Sorry Ned. "He mumbled, offering a sheepish smile which the other almost immediately returned.

"Chill man it's cool." Ned replied before embracing Peter tightly. "I really missed you Peter."

And the boy practically melted into the hug, bringing his arms up to secure around Ned's torso. "Yeah me too man I'm sorry I haven't been here much."

"Seriously it's fine." Ned said gently, pulling back to look him in the eyes to make sure he properly understood.

Peter nodded and smiled.

"So, wanna fill me in on what's be happening?

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Tony could feel the anger pooling inside himself as he the man stared into his eyes. He was the one that had done this, he had to have something to do with why he was stuck here. And God help him if Tony found out he layed a finger on Peter...

"W-who-" He coughed harshly as he tried to force the words out his dry throat. "A-are you?"

"Me?" The man chuckled while fixing his red tie as if he was just talking about the weather. He dusted off his suit before meeting Tony's eyes again. "Don't worry your pretty head about that."

His eyes travelled down the length of Tony's bodys and he wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Should get you some news clothes..." He noted out loud.

Tony snarled and made a weak attempt to sit up but he barely even shifted, instead ending up out of breath.

"Your poor thing...Henry! Get him a glass of water will you." The man yelled out.

Almost immediately a shorter man entered the room with a simple glass of water in his hand. Tony eyed it suspiciously, no matter how much he wanted to quench his thirst he didn't know what was in it.

The other man could sense Tony's suspicsions and rolled his eyes lazily. "I'm not going to drug you Stark you can take a sip."

He grabbed Tony's weak hand and placed the cup in it. It took Tony a moment to get the water to his lips but once he did he finished the whole thing in seconds. The relief it brought to his throat felt incredible and he, thankfully, couldn't taste any suspicous substances.

"Now that wasn't so hard was it?"

"Who are you?" Tony demanded, ignoring his previous comment. He wanted answers.

"You'll find out soon enough."

"Why am I here?"

"Reasons I can't explain."

If Tony could have ripped the man's head of he would have. He wanted the answers he deserved and he needed to know about Peter, he didn't even know where his son was for God's sake!

"Peter is fine." The man answered as if reading his thoughts, his eyes were cloudy and Tony couldn't see honesty.

"I want my son." He growled, weakly moving his arms to push himself up into a sitting position. He grunted in the sheer effort it took, the dizziness making his brain spin as he rested against the cold wall.

"You let me go you bastard! Let me see my son."

All the other man did was chuckle before rising from his position ground; he brushed off his suit before tapping something in his ear, an earpiece. "Knock him out." Was all he said.

Tony watched as he walked out and someone else walked in holding a needle. "No no no!" he said as it was stabbed into his shoulder before everything around him disappeared and he passed out.

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"Thanks for uh..letting me talk to you about everything." Peter said after having talked to Ned for the past almost 2 hours. He hadn't realised how much he just needed to let out all his emotions until he started speaking, it felt good to be able to talk to his best friend about the stress of pretty much everything in his life.