“I’m here- I’m here, now” (tony perhaps?)
@tragedybefalls // my muse had been kidnapped and tortured for the past week send “I’m here- I’m here, now” for your muse to save them
He had just been walking home from school on a seemingly normal afternoon when it happened. He wasn’t planning on going on patrol until later that night, because he and Ned had a project to finish up together, and then maybe play a video game or something before eating dinner when May gets home from work. But the universe seems to have OTHER plans for Peter Parker– he’s clued into it by the sudden burst of his senses going off, rattling in his head as he looks around frantically for the danger, before he’s violently GRABBED in a tight grip. He struggles and yells and fights back, but he’s overpowered, and soon knocked UNCONSCIOUS by the sudden prick of something in his neck.
He feels dazed when he wakes, out of it, confused. It’s quiet, he can hear his heart pounding in his chest as he comes off of whatever was used to knock him out, and slowly starts to realize where he is. He’s trapped. His wrists and ankles are restrained to a metal chair he can’t break, no matter how much he pushes against them, and it isn’t long before he learns why he’s here. These people know who he is– Peter must have slipped up somehow, because they’ve got him to find out exactly how Spider-Man ticks.
It’s worse than anything he’s ever been through. They keep running these tests, getting samples, breaking bones to see how fast his injuries will heal, letting him stand only to beat him senseless and come back the next day to take notes on the progress, seeing how long he can breathe when submerged, and MORE that he doesn’t want to think about. They keep calling him it. And although he maintains his quippy and sarcastic tone at first, this manages to wear down his walls.
Everything is silent, which is sometimes WORSE than getting hurt since he’s left alone with nothing but his thoughts, but all of a sudden, there’s commotion nearby. He hardly lifts his head, though, he can’t bring himself to. That is, until the door opens, and his gaze flickers towards the figure standing there, breath hitching in his throat. “M– Mr. Stark?” His voice comes out raspy and quiet, vision blurred by the sudden tears in his eyes.
