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Peter felt it the second it happened. There was a horrid, squealing noise in the air, and he fell to his knees, covering his hand. Tony stood on the other side of the ware-house, staring at Peter with his eyes wide and terrified. Peter had been knocked out cold and taken to some abandoned factory. Tony had walked in, suit and all to find a relatively unharmed spider-kid. But Tony hadn’t known what they were planning.
The second Peter stood up; he knew he no longer had any control over himself. His right hand shook as a deafening voice shook through his brain.
Grab the gun. He looked at Tony, before his body jerked him into a standing position. He didn’t want to, didn’t want to, didn’t want to!
“Kid, it’s okay. Are you hurt?” Tony stepped closer, and Peter’s hand shot up, holding a hand gun tightly, white knuckles strained.
“Don’t move!” He screamed, tears leaking from his eyes. Peter tried to squeeze the gun hard enough to crush it, but not matter how hard he tried, his hand wouldn’t move. Tony stopped, both hands up, the iron man helmet folding over his face.
“Ok, so mind control then? I gotta say, if I die, I’m never speaking to you again” the man quipped as he stood. Peter wanted to life, because even in a horrifying situation, of course Tony Stark would find a way to make jokes. But Peter was also utterly confused. These guys would have bet on Tony bringing his suit. They knew that the bullets from this gun would go through the gold titanium alloy the day that pigs flew. So why do this?
“Shut up!” He screamed, and Peter’s skull pounded. This isn’t who I am. He thought as the gun shook, pointed straight at his Mentor’s chest.
“Alright, alright. Just, leave the kid out of this.” Tony’s voice was calmer than Peter was used to, and he knew that it was forced. Tony trying his best not to freak out completely.
“You could have left my kid out of it! You could have stopped the attack on New York sooner! I had to watch my son die!” Peter knew that guilt was flaring in Tony’s chest. HE grit his jaw, wishing he could stop everything that was happening right now.
“Listen, I know this world is crazy and all, but can we just pretend like we’re normal for once? The death of one kid, does not justify traumatizing another, yeah?” Tony took a trying step forward, but he froze in his steps when Peter’s arm moved. “NO!” He cried out.
Because the gun wasn’t pointed at Tony anymore. The gun was being pressed, achingly so, into Peter’s skull. He winced as more tears fell. “Stop, please just stop this. Please.” Tony begged, his voice quivering with panic.
“Why? So you get to live another day without repercussions for what you did?” Peter felt himself shoving the cool metal of the gun tighter to his forehead.
“Please, he’s just a kid!” Tony screamed with angry resound. “Fight it! Peter Parker, you fight it!” He screamed, but Peter couldn’t. His finger was moving. Closer to the trigger. Closer to the trigger. And Tony was yelling, and his finger was pulling.
BANG!
The gun fired, but Peter didn’t collapse. He realized he had closed his eyes. Death hurt a lot less than he thought it would. Hands, restraining. Guttural screams from Peter that he didn’t realize he was doing. Then, with a blinding pain in his skull, the overwhelming lack of power left his body. Peter collapsed, but Steve was already holding him up.
When did Steve get there?
“Just relax kid. Sam and Buck took that guy out, he won’t be messing with your head anymore.” Oh, so he had been talking out loud then. Also, Tony had thought to bring back up. God, he loved that man.
Then arms. Warm. Strong. Safe. Peter needed safe. He clung to Tony, who clung to Peter. He doesn’t know how long they sat there, just relishing in the fact that no one had died. It was until Peter’s legs were numb and his head was pounding. But you would never hear him complain about it.
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