gerard's got a motherfucking flamethrower!!

i've been thinking about this for a while now so enjoy

title from The Light Behind Your Eyes by My Chemical Romance, it's linked above after the photo

set whenever you like, everyone's alive (or are they?)

ships are ambiguous, so there's no clear ships really so everything written between steve and tony, and pepper and tony can be seen as romantic or platonic, whatever floats your boat (i see them as a throuple but i haven't written it that way so that my dear pingus can imagine their own ship)

Peter swung from the alley by the school onto the tall building next to it before taking a leap off it. He thrusted his arm out and a web shot from his wrists, sticking to the billboard on a building a couple of streets away.

He breathed in deeply, relishing in the fast flowing air despite wearing a mask. Peter whooped loudly, grinning from ear to ear, he loved swinging in the air after a tough day at school.

His fun ended as he came across a small army of robots, led by a frail man, in the middle of a street. "Hey Karen, who's this newbie?" Peter said, cautiously swinging around the buildings.

"It's J- Mr Sta- Ago." Peter frowned as Karen cut out. He landed in front of the man and crossed his arms.

"Hey dude, I don't think you can drive those robots on the streets. The signs don't say anything about them being legal transportation." Peter quipped.

The man frowned before a robot rushed at Peter who just dodged it with a quick step to the side. "Come on dude, you got anything better than that?" Peter shouted with a frown.

The robot doubled back and started shooting at Peter. "Now that's better!" Peter cheered as he started to flip out of the way.

More and more robots started joining in the attack. More robots meant more bullets which meant more chances of Peter getting hit.

By the time the last robot joined in the fray, Peter had been shot about three times, none of the bullets hitting any vital spots, thankfully.

The last robot shot at Peter only once. And it struck him in the upper thigh. Peters hands went down to stem the bleed, his movements sloppy.

"Halt!" The man shouted and the robots stilled before collapsing on the ground with a massive crash, bits of metal flying around the place. The last robot to join the battle was still standing, ready for instructions from its boss.

"What, what's happening?" Peter asked, the task of talking became harder. His breathing became shallow before he blacked out. Peter fell to the floor in a heap, his limbs splayed everywhere and blood pooling from his leg.

The man grinned and ordered the still standing robot to pick Peter up before disappearing before any police officers or Avengers could arrive.

The robots stayed in a heap, the logo on show for all to see that Stark Industries robots had attacked an Avenger.

~~~

Peter woke up slowly, not fully realising he had even woken up due to the dark room.

"Where am I?" Peter whispered, his voice echoing in the room. He tried to lift his arms but they were restrained to a cool table, same with his legs.

A door opened behind him and a light from a laptop shined. The man sat the laptop in front of Peter, the news being shown with the volume up as high as possible, grating on Peters ears.

"Breaking news; It has been revealed that Spider-Man has been kidnapped earlier today during a battle between him and a group of robots. We will continue to update you on this issue when there is more information available." The news anchor said. The man paused the clip and closed the site down, the laptop still lighting up the room.

"Who are you?" Peter asked.

"You can call me Justin. And I know just who you are, Peter Benjamin Parker. And I know that you're important to that bastard Stark." The man growled, glaring at the wall.

"You know Mr Stark?" Peter asked. "Then you know he's going to be pissed when he finds out that I'm missing."

The man grinned and patted Peters head, as if he was an animal. "Don't you worry about your dear old Stark. Just worry about yourself."

The man produced a needle and stuck it into Peters inner elbow, a small syringe was stuck crudely on the end and blood started filling the syringe. Peter started panicking and the man stopped the procedure.

"Come on Peter, you just need to relax. Just calm down, take a deep breath." The man said before resuming.

He filled the syringe completely before emptying it into a glass container that he produced from his pocket. He stuck the needle back into Peters arm and took another syringe full of blood and emptied it into the container.

"I'll be back before you know it." The man smiled and left the room, only the light from the laptop was left.

~~~

Tony paced his lab, occasionally running his hands through his hair or tapping them against his thighs. "FRI, show me the footage of Petes last fight."

The clip was projected onto the white wall and Tony studied it religiously. His eyes scanning the footage before they spotted something.

"FRI stop." The footage stopped, the images all blurry. "Zoom in on the robots." Tony's heart dropped as he read the name of the company.

"FRI, send the others in now." Tony whispered.

~~~

Justin breathed deeply as he sat on the roof of Stark Industries, the sound of the busy city was nothing up there. He dangled his legs over the edge, imagining that he was stomping all over the city, crushing everyone and everything. Justin sighed before standing up.

He came here with a job to do.

~~~

"We haven't made any robots of those sorts since Ultron, Tony." Bruce confirmed as he looked at the footage. "And all the Ultrons were collected and destroyed. Same with the blueprints, physical and electronic."

"Then who did this?" Steve asked. "Cause if you guys didn't, then whoever did is trying damn hard to blame Tony."

"Boss, someone has broken into the living area." FRIDAY spoke and the team jumped into action, Natasha leading them out of the lab and towards the stairs and lifts, taking them up to the living area.

The sharp smell of iron hit their noses. The sound of liquid dripping on carpet was the next sense. Then they saw the wall.

"Oh my god." Wanda whispered, her hand covering her mouth.

'The incy wincy spider climbed up the water spout... and was drowned.'

The words were written in blood, the colour already turning a brown colour. The blood dripped down the walls, smudging the words slightly. They were crudely painted on with a paintbrush so no prints could've been pulled by any police officers. The small pool of blood at the bottom of the words stained the white carpet, a stain that would not be going away anytime soon

"The blood matches Peter Parker, AKA Spider-Man." FRIDAY broke the silence.

Tony closed his eyes and counted up to ten slowly before bending over and vomiting violently.

"Tony!" Steve shouted as he caught the mechanic before he could pass out into his vomit. "I'll get him to the med-bay. The rest of you, contact security and figure out how the sick fuck got in without us knowing. Bruce, you check FRIDAYS systems."

The team sprang into action, all going in separate directions. Steve lifted Tony into his arms before making his way down to the med-bay with a final glance at the words.

"We'll find you Queens." He whispered to no one.

~~~

"Aww look at them, I think they liked our surprise." Justin cooed, still petting Peters hair.

Peter struggled beneath the constraints, his screams muffled by the cloth that was tied tightly.

"It's ok Peter, you'll see them soon."

—Penguin🐧(they/he)