Tony

I was sitting in my lab not being able to concentrate. Peter seemed pretty upset about the fact that I won't let him come along on next week's mission. But it's way too dangerous for him and he needs to focus on school right now. Hopefully, his aunt will understand so I don't get yelled at. That woman is not to mess with. I sighed deeply as I realized I wasn't gonna get much work done. Now I was left to be just bored. It was a Wednesday night and normally Peter and I would be working on something right now. But he stormed off about an hour ago. I know he just wants to help and prove himself. But he's still young. He still has time to learn to stuff in a safe environment. And as long as that is an opportunity I'm not gonna take too many chances to screw his life up. The lab doors opened behind me. I smiled as I turned around hoping it was Peter.

"Peter I...." I said but stopped as I realized it wasn't Peter but four adult men all dressed in black.

One of them was very familiar, Rumlow. He smirked confidently. I glanced over at my nanotech arc reactor. This was a bad day for doing upgrades.

"Hi, ugly face. Long time no see" I said and stood up taking a step closer to the arc reactor.

Rumlow immediately put his gun up and I stopped my movements.

"Don't even think about grabbing that arc reactor Stark?" he said.

"Would you believe me if I said I was going for the screwdriver?" I asked sarcastically.

Rumlow looked at me annoyed before he took a step forward.

"C' mere," he said and signed at me to come closer with one hand.

"Uuuhm....I think I'll pass, I don't wanna get shot in the face."

"If our purpose for being here was to kill you, you'd already be dead"

"Alright, daddy. I'll do as you wish" I said teasingly and walked towards them with my hands above my head.

When I was right in front of the dickhead I stopped and gave him an annoyed look. He just smirked and before I had the chance to react he hit me in the head with his gun.

Fuck

.....

I slowly opened my eyes and found myself in an unfamiliar place. As I looked around I saw the walls of some dirty basement. In the basement with me were three armed men. As soon as I realized where I was and what had happened I tried standing up. Which didn't work since I was strapped to a chair with my arms behind my back and feet stuck to the chair legs. A door then opened and Rumlow walked in smiling.

"Oh look who's awake!" He said.

I just rolled my eyes at him. This has already been a bad day.

"Wow....you could really work on your guest hospitality. I'll give this a.....2/10. Seen worse" I said.

"Sure. Do you want a broken rib or a broken jaw?" Rumlow asked as he knelt down in front of me.

"Ooh....sorry I can't take any of them. See....I'm on a no violence diet. My husband thinks I've had too much of it lately."

Rumlow smirked before he slapped me across my face. I hissed in pain and then looked back at him.

"What do you want?" I asked seriously.

"Why don't you take a guess?"

I looked him up and down.

"A life coach?" I asked.

Rumlow rolled his eyes and sighed. Oh, look at that. He's gonna tell me.

"The Iron Man blueprints," he said.

"Pfft....good style ain't gonna fix you" I said.

Rumlow slapped me again. I swear, one day my snarky comments will get me killed. Or Peter. Maybe both.

"Where are they?" Rumlow asked.

"They're....oh hi Fury!" I said and looked at the empty wall behind Rumlow.

He looked behind him and I couldn't help but chuckle. Dumbass. Rumlow then looked at me. His eyes were basically flaming red after getting so annoyed. Man I love fetting on people's nerves.

"ENOUGH!!!" He yelled angrily and pulled out one of his knives before he stabbed me in the leg.

I once again hissed in pain. And looked down on the knife handle, pulling myself together.

"That's the best you can do?" I asked trying to hide the pain.

I mean sure it hurt like hell. But I've been tortured before. Hell I've even been trained for torture by Nat. She's the most sadistic bitch I know. And I've met a lot of people.

"No....that was just for fun. We know a man with such knowledge would most likely make sure that he can be interrogated in more....violent ways" Rumlow said as he stood up and walked back towards the door. "Which is why we brought along on of your friends"

Is he dumb? I'm the one who's most likely to break under torture. And they think they can't break me during torture. How the fuck do they expect to break any of the others. Plus...two avengers goes missing in one night? Shield is gonna be up their asses faster than they can say blueprints. Rumlow starred at me for a moment before he walked out the door. I smirked knowing he was just wasting both of our time. After a short while he walked inside with someone who's face was covered with a bag. Before I could even start to wonder who it was the bag was ripped off. My eyes widened in shock as it was not any of my teammates under the mask. But Peter. He was covered in sweat and was bleeding from a scar right above his eyebrow. And his mouth was covered by a piece of duct tape.

"Say hi to your torturer kid" Rumlow said smirking.

To say that I was panicking was an understatement. And Rumlow could tell. He kicked Peter from behind and Peter fell down on his knees.

"We found this brat outside your lab. He looked like he was gonna give you one hell of a speech" Rumlow said.

I looked at Peter for confirmation but he just looked away.

"What? No funny comments? Cat caught your tongue Stark?" Rumlow smirked at me.

Peter then mumbled something unhearable. Both me and Rumlow looked at him.

"Oh I'm sorry kid" he said with fake sympathy in his voice before he ripped away the duct tape from Peter's mouth. "What did you say?"

"You don't have to use your teeth to cut of duct tape. There's a thing called scissors you know. Very easy to use. Only 7.99 at Walmart" Peter said.

God, he's been hanging out with me way too much.

"I see you two know each other" Rumlow said annoyed before knelt down beside Peter and pulled his hair so Peter would look up. "Great. Cause here's what we're gonna do. For every minute that we don't have the Iron Man blueprints. Are two minutes of torture of the little brat"

"Please don't do this" I said.

"Oh you don't loke my idea Stark? Sorry my fault. Do you two want to leave? You can if you want to" Rumlow said fake nice.

"Really?" Both me and Peter asked doubting.

"Is this brat your son or something?" Rumlow asked pointing at Peter.

"Sometimes" I answered.

"Depends" Peter answered at the same time as me.

.....

Peter

I screamed in pain and the breathed heavily. These people were torturing me to get Mr. Stark's blueprints. I could tell he sometimes almost gave them up. Every time that happened I interrupted by screaming "no". Which didn't exactly make the creepy guys dressed in black happy. After I don't know how long they left to do something else. Not sure what. I breathed heavily trying not to focus on the pain. Everything hurt. I had a couple of broken ribs after getting kicked in the stomach a few times.

"Peter....are you alright?" Mr. Stark asked.

"Uuugghh.....I've been tortured for a while now. But otherwise I'm fine" I said sarcastically.

"I'm sorry" Mr. Stark said.

".....me too," I said and looked up at him.

"Why?" Mr. Stark asked confused.

"For what I said earlier....about....you not trusting me. I-I know you do....and I know you're just worried.....it's just....I'm tired of being treated like a kid all the time" I said.

"Pete.....I'm sorry. When we get out of here I promise we'll make this right" Mr. Stark said guiltily.

"For real?" I asked.

"Yeah. Just....just hold on. Can you do that? The others should've noticed I'm missing" Mr. Stark said obviously referring to the avengers.

"Suuuuure....or we could just leave" I said breaking my handcuffs with my super strength.

I then tried standing up but fell down.

"Peter!!" Mr. Stark yelled panicked.

"I-I'm okay....I'm okay.....just....give me a sec" I said slowly getting up and then limping over behind Mr. Stark's chair.

After freeing Mr. Stark's hands and legs he quickly rushed to my side to help me stand straight.

"Any other ideas?" Mr. Stark asked.

"Not gonna lie....no" I said.

"Okay....if we survive this we both have to listen to Steve's long plan lessons" Mr. Stark said helping me to the door.

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It may be October 2nd for some of you.

But it's still October 1st for me. Maybe like 10pm. But still. It counts.

.....

So last year I missed whumptober simply because I didn't know it exsisted.

But I had decided already then to do it this year. However!!

I did not plan to do all of them because I know SOME of my limits.

And then my bff challenged me and we made a deal so I have to do all the prompts for whumptober while she does inktober.

So here I am

Not doing my homework for Wattpad