Part 5 of my one shot series Take Me Home Where I Can Sing and Drown
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When Peter did wake up however, he felt somewhat clean for some sort of reason. The very next second, something flooded his nose and mouth and he couldn’t breathe. He tried to lift his head up to access the oxygen he knows is up there, but a cold hand pressed down on his head further, and Peter cringed as his face squished against the container of water. His lungs felt like they’re on fire as water spewed into his airways and his muscles screamed for oxygen as all Peter could was helplessly wait for Beck to show some mercy. 

The agonizing burning of his body is let out for a few seconds when Beck eventually lifted Peter’s head up just enough for one breath and then shoved Peter’s head back into the bucket, ignoring the way Peter let out choked gasps as water only continued to pour into the poor boy’s lungs. 

Beck merely chuckled as Peter’s head bobbed up and down in the water, trying to get Beck to release his hold on his head but Beck ignored Peter’s feeble attempts and instead pushed down harder, enjoying the way Peter’s body trembled and squirmed. 

This time, he waited ten minutes which feel like an eternity to lift Peter’s head up for just enough time for Peter to wheeze out, “Beck, please!” and dunk his head back under into the bucket. 

The cold water made Peter’s skin jolt, reminding him of the electricity that happened some number of days ago, making Peter panic as he finds himself back in that awful position and the pressure on his lungs increase because he needs oxygen to fend off the incoming panic attack, but at the same time his lungs are being forced with an overwhelming amount of cold water and it burns so much. 

Peter choked as the water seeps deeper and deeper into his lungs and it makes his chest feel odd and wet in a really uncomfortable way. His throat gagged, and tried to spit out the water but every time he opened his mouth, a jet of water would flow right through his gag reflex, causing Peter’s stomach to churn violently. 

His hands fell limp at his side, still shaking as unbearably cold air made his entire form shudder as he mentally pleaded for Beck to lift him up and let him breathe. By some miracle, it happens. 

The moment he felt Beck let go of him, he backed up as far away from him against the wall and hugged his knees, making himself as small as possible. Maybe if he gets himself small enough he’ll disappear. 

He heard the thudding footsteps of Beck approaching him and Peter can’t help the low whine that escaped his lips as Beck sat in front of him with a snarl of disgust. Peter refused to meet Beck’s dangerously-lit eyes as he spoke softly, “Why won’t you leave me alone?” 

Beck replied in a soft voice that mimics one an adult would use when explaining a concept to a child, “Because you Peter, are the only piece of leverage I can come close to getting revenge against Tony Stark. I told you, I would do anything to make Tony Stark suffer, and at first I was just going to kill you, but I’d rather die knowing that Tony Stark will try to put whatever pieces left of you together after the things I am going to do to you. Wouldn’t you agree? It’s far more enthusiastic for the audience, knowing that they’re getting a whole presentation of the suffering of the Starks. Stark made me suffer, so why not do the same?”

Peter’s tone is barely a whisper, “What did my dad ever do to you?”

Beck darkly chuckled, “I used to work for your father’s company and I had come up with using technology to recreate anything, past, memories, you code it, it’ll make it, but your father, fired me and took my invention as his own, even had the audacity to rename it to something as stupid as BARF. He ruined my chance to become something more than I was, he ruined my life. So now I’m going to ruin his.”

Peter spoke quietly, “Well, there’s got to be a reason why he fired you, don’t you think? Psycho.”

Beck’s voice became sharp, “Watch your tone boy, I’ll put you back in that bucket if I have to.”

Peter’s voice became angry, “Screw you Beck, all you’ve done is hurt me more and more, why won’t you just kill me already?” 

Peter froze, realizing just what he had said and clamped a hand over his mouth and began to ramble, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell, please don’t put me back in the water, please, I’m sorry.” He watched fearfully as Beck pondered with an amused smile on his face. Peter gulped at the fact that that sick bastard enjoys watching him squirm in pain. 

Minutes that resemble an eternity pass and Beck gives the verdict, “Since you apologized, I won’t punish you that severely.”

The next thing Peter knows, he’s back in the dangerous darkness. 

A/N: How are you liking this one shot series so far? Also, ask any questions you have about me.