Peter bolted awake, confusion swelling up inside of him. Then he realize where he was and confusion turned into terror. Loki was still out, Peter reached out his hand and checked Loki's pulse. Yep still alive, ok that's good, Peter was 50 percent sure that Loki's healing was going to stop any permanent damage. He was lucky, Loki's healing didn't correspond with his food intake, unlike Peters. He was 100 percent sure his wasn't working because the cuts should be partially healed by now but instead they drip blood with every movement.

A rattling at the door drew him out of his thoughts. The same door swung open and the devil walked through.

"Good morning Peter, or should I say Einstein?" He laughed maniacally. Peter just stared at the man, not daring to show weakness, at least anymore than he had already shown. "Not going to talk are we? That's good, freaks like you don't get to talk to humans like me" he crossed the room and grabbed Peter by his neck. He pulled him up and pushed him against the wall, "from now on you call me sir, and there are a few rules I would like to go over with you" he dropped Peter who was pulled up again, this time by his arms and by two guards. He turned his head enough to see Loki still passed out, seeming to be at peace. Finally, for a moment at least.

Peter was taken past the usual room. So no experiments this is good right? If it was good why did it feel bad? He was thrown onto a chair, his wrists and ankles handcuffed to it.

"Ok freak, here are your rules. You will follow these for the rest of your pathetic life, if you fail to do so we will hurt you in every way imaginable. Number one, you will refer to everyone as 'sir', to counter that you will call yourself 'freak'" he paced left and right. "Who are you?"

"A- a freak" Peter mumbled tears starting to spill over.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you"

"A freak" Peter yelled, the tears pouring down his cheeks. He looked at his feet, he was ashamed. Mr Stark and the others would be so disappointed in him.

"That's right boy, rule two. Never will you make direct eye contact if you do you will be shocked" he signaled to someone behind Peter, he felt something cold clamp around his neck. They really put a shock collar on him. "Number three, you no longer think about yourself, you are no longer a being you are an item that will do whatever I ask"

Peter trembled in his seat, he sighed in relief when Skip started to leave. That sigh stopped in his throat when he realized they were leaving him behind. He wasn't going back to Loki, they were going to leave him alone to break. He squeezed his eyes shut and felt the last pieces of him fade away, he never thought it would happen so quick. He thought he wouldn't disappear, become something other than himself. But now he was, a shell of a man doing whatever someone asks, never asking in return.

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"How much longer Tony?" Clint asked, ever impatient.

"I don't know Clint, it could take minutes or even days. We are scanning all surveillance footage from the entire area for a glimpse of red and blue" Tony downed his last sip of coffee and stood up. "I need to do something, I can't just sit here and watch a screen" he started to walk toward the elevator. "Call me if JARVIS finds anything" with that he pressed the buttons in the elevator and the doors closed, sending him to his destination.
His panic room, yeah he was panicking. But he had to keep up a cool exterior or the others would think he's unfit for the job. He scoffed did it really have to come to the point where finding his sons was a job. God Steve really knew how to make things efficient. The elevator opened and he walked out, trying to steady his breathing. He'd gotten good at it, hiding his pain. The others didn't know a loot his mental conditions, the only exceptions being Bruce and Nat. Bruce has found out when he found Tony mid panic attack, curled up under his lab desk. Nat had found out,  not through her skills as a spy as one might assume. But through Tony calling her and asking for help, Bruce was out with a code green and Tony didn't trust anyone else to know what they were doing. This was of course before he met Stephen, but even he didn't know. Or maybe he did, Tony didn't know all he knew was that it hurt to hold it in, and he didn't want to have to. He was going to find his god damn children even if it killed him, but he would take measures against that because he was almost certain that if he died Peter would kill himself. Not as some kind of love, but as a desperate need, no one else understood Peter better than Tony, and he wouldn't be able to live if Tony didn't walk on the planet.

No matter what it takes, he will find his kids.