El's POV

My mind was clouded with fear and pain, I wanted death to just take me. I wanted peace, but of course, that would never happen. I wanted to just curl up into a ball and die.

I was sitting on the ground of the room, it seemed to be completely metal, which meant it was probably soundproof too. I didn't like the eerie aura the room gave off, but there was nothing I could do about it.

The man walked in with a whip and a devious grin. I squeezed myself into the smallest ball I could muster, wanting to just disappear.

"Trying to hide are we?" he smirked.

He kicked me onto my stomach and started lashing my back with his whip, tearing up both my skin and my pride.

I counted every time he whipped me. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Ten. Seventeen. Twenty-five. I soon lost count.

The whip made an awful crack sound every time it collided with my skin. I tried not to scream, but I couldn't help it. He whipped me again and again. It felt like it was never going to end.

I felt weak and vulnerable. So vulnerable.

"Wh-what do you want?" My voice came out weak and broken. His smirk grew.

"The Iron Man suit. But watching all of you suffer is nice too."

"You're a twisted son of a bitch!" I spat. I didn't mean to say that out loud. Shit!

His smirk faded and anger replaced it, he kicked my side as hard as he could I felt a rib crack.

"Shut up." He demanded as he kicked me again. I whimpered in pain before he dragged me back into my cell.

He slammed the door. I laid in the dirt, weak and helpless.

"El!" Peter exclaimed as he rushed to my side. I painfully looked up at him.

Peter POV

I heard very faint screaming. What were they doing? Only moments later, they threw El into our cell. The whole back of her shirt was covered in blood, and she wasn't moving.

I shouted out her name and rushed over to her. The pained look in her eyes broke my heart. How could these assholes hurt her like this? Hasn't she been through enough?

Tony POV

I was sitting on the ground when they walked in. They brought a computer. They forcefully tied me to a chair. I struggled in their grasp.

They set the computer screen in front of me and pressed the spacebar. The screen lit up and what I saw broke my heart. They shoved El, my daughter, into the cell.

I growled, what the fuck is this? They'd better not hurt her. When I saw the man walk in with the whip I lurch forward struggling against the binds. Once we get out of here I'm going to kill them.

I closed my eyes, not able to see her in so much pain.

"You better look, or we'll make it worse." one of the men plainly threatened. I hesitantly opened my eyes and was forced to watch.

I saw as the whip cracked on her back as she cried out in pain. I was so furious I broke all the ropes and charged at them. I tackled the closest guy to the ground and started pounding his face in, "You fucking assholes!!"

It took ten of them to pull me off of him. I heard her ask what they want and directed my attention to the computer screen. The Iron man suit. They wanted the iron man suit.

"I won't give it to you!" I yelled, "Not unless you stop this!"

The man smirked and said something inaudible into a comm thing. Then, the man who was whipping El stopped. I sighed in relief.

Peter's POV

I slipped my shirt off and tried to stop the bleeding on El's back.

"Never knew you were so buff, Pete." El teased with a smile. Even though she was smiling, I saw the tears running down her face.

I wadded my shirt into a ball and pressed down with it on her back to stop the bleeding.

She cried out in pain and I immediately pulled back.

"I'm sorry!" I apologized.

"Keep going. I'm not dying here. I refuse." She panted, her voice was raspy from screaming. I smiled at how eager she was and pressed my shirt back in her back.

She bit her lip to keep from crying in pain. I felt bad, but I am going to do everything I can.

We heard footsteps approaching our cell. I quickly lifted El up bridal style and held her to me protectively.

She curled up in my grasp when the door opened. Tony was shoved in harshly, then the door was slammed shut.

He looked up at us.

"El!" He shouted as he ran over to us. I gently laid her back on the ground and crouched down next to her. Tony collapsed in front of her.

She opened her mouth to talk but Tony interrupted her.

"Save your energy. I am going to get you out of here." He then looked up to me.

"You too." I looked at him and smiled the best smile I could muster up at the moment. I continued to hold my shirt to her back.

The once yellow shirt was now all red from my best friend's blood. It didn't stop bleeding.

"Hey, El? I am going to web up your back wounds until we can get you some stitches. It will probably hurt," I softly explained. She nodded her head. I pulled out the web shooter and began to spray it onto her back. She dug her hands into the ground and but down on her lip, which had to hurt.

A pained cry escaped her lips. Once I was done, she gave me an escaped smile.

The door was harshly opened and Tony stood protectively in front of us. One of them pulled out a gun and aimed it at El's head. She was shaking and I wrapped my arms around her to calm her down.

"Step aside, Stark. Or we kill the girl."

Tony stepped aside. They approached us and grabbed onto El's tangled dark brown hair and yanked her out of my grasp.

"Peter!" she screamed as they jerked her around by her hair.

"Hey!!" Tony yelled. He put the gun right up against her head.

"Hand it over," He demanded as he gestured towards me. I looked at him confused and then I realized it.

The web shooters.

I quickly took them off and discreetly broke them. Then I tossed them at one of the men. He caught it and smiled wickedly.

The gun was lowered and El was harshly shoved towards me. She almost fell but I caught her. She yelled and they walked out.

Her hand gripped onto her stomach.

"DID THEY BREAK YOUR RIBS?!" Tony frantically asked. She slowly nodded her head. Tony ran his hand through his hair.