Spiderson/Irondad & Avengers One Shots

#2- In The Hands Of The Enemy..

Song of the chapter... Get You The Moon by Kina Ft. Snow

He was alone. He was numb. Everything happened so suddenly and he looked around the empty room, blood oozing from all parts of his body. A shock collar around his neck and body exhausted. It's been months since he's felt the sun on his face, breeze though his hair and the only light available was from a window. The only way he could tell how many days passed was because of that small window and the only thing keeping him going was one person. The only person he cares for, the only one he lives for.

The memories they shared and hopes to see him again being the only thing keeping the billionaire going. No one else could save him and he knew that. When he took this mission, he knew the risks and now look where he was. Trapped in a room, shock collar around his neck and his armor gone. What could he do now? Except wait for the person who would save him. The worst part of this whole thing was that the billionaire felt nothing, but the numbness throughout his body. He couldn't bring himself to fight, to defend, to hold out against the men abusing him. He could remember the last conversation he had with his most cherished human on the planet and if he were being honest, that hurt more than the abuse.

"I don't care, I said no!"

"You never listen to me-"

"Doesn't matter. I'm just trying to-"

"I'm going and that's final."

Why hadn't he listened? He was only trying to protect the billionaire, but he was too stupid to listen. He hadn't even given the teen enough of a chance. He shut the curly, brown haired teen down too quickly and now look at him. Maybe he wasn't even out looking for him and he didn't care. After all, it's all his fault he was in this predicament and since it's already been months, he's slowly losing hope every minute trapped in there. He looked toward the window and sighed when he saw another day had ended. The billionaire looked down at the floor, body leaning against the wall and his body slumped on the floor.

The moon was shining through the window and illuminated his bruised and battered body. He started debating on whether his life really mattered and at the moment, he figured it didn't. He should've known something would go wrong and he shouldn't have left Peter like that. He knew he had hurt the teen and there was no denying the teen was probably angered with the billionaire. He didn't matter and he knew no one would care that he's gone. He never mattered to anyone and most just took advantage of him or took pity. It was never true generosity and the friendships were never real. He knew this. So.. Why did he care so much that Peter hadn't found him yet?

-------- Uh, I'm Bad At Keeping Writing Schedules Because Of College And Work ----------

It was around 12am when he heard a ruckus behind the door, but didn't budge and smiled to himself. Maybe they'll kill me this time, the billionaire chuckled, lightly shaking his head. Probably not, with my luck, he had as a bitter afterthought and the door opened. He didn't bother raising his eyes until the person stood in front of him and the person kneeled in front of him.

"Hey." His head shot up painfully as he recognized the voice and the billionaire couldn't believe his eyes. The teen hugged the billionaire, avoiding his wounds and injuries.

"Peter-" Someone walked in shaking their head and Peter stood protectively in front of the battered billionaire.

"Like father, like son, huh Stark?" Peter glared and he got in defensive mode.

"You know Alistair, I could say the same thing, since you keep losing." Peter smirked, Alistair clenched his fist and then gave a sadistic smirk.

"Except, I'm the one that'll win this." The blonde responded with a laugh and Peter raised an eyebrow behind his mask. "You're familiar with the mutant collars, yes?"

"What are you-" Peter was cut off as something gripped around his throat and he cried in pain, falling to the floor. The billionaire got up, only to be tazed on the highest setting and he fell to the floor as well. The Smythe grinned like a mad man and left the room, closing the door. Peter began to feel better and got up, turning to the billionaire on the ground.

"Are you okay?" Peter tried to get out attempting to sound normal and the billionaire stopped spazzing as he lay breathless on the floor, trying his hardest to breath.

"I-I'm o-okay." He responded as he caught his breath and Peter helped him sit up.

"I'm sorry." They both apologized at the same time and ended up laughing, well the billionaire attempted to laugh.

"I shouldn't have-"

"No it's my fault, Pete. I'm the one who didn't-" The two were cut off as a hatch in the door opened and two guns were thrown in before the hatch was shut and bolted.

"Now, choose which one of you gets to live and which one dies." Smythe laughed with a psychotic tone and the two looked at each other.

"No." The billionaire started as Peter picked up the gun and the spider gave sad smile.

"I'm sorry, but I won't let it be you-"

"Please, can I have one last hug?" The billionaire asked, holding his arm out limply and Peter contemplated, before nodding.

"Sure." The teen sighed as he bent down and wrapped his arms around the billionaire and he sighed, kissing the side of his head.

"Goodbye, Peter.." The billionaire whispered, stealing the gun from the spiders hand and holding the barrel to his temple, quickly pulling the trigger.

"Harry!" Peter cried as his best friend blew his brains out and Peter broke, blood splattered all over him.

Word Count: 989

I have really really really bad writer's block right now, ugh.