Peter is Tony's adopted son.

Organic webbing.

this... it isn't what you'd think

Peter strolled out of class, backpack slung casually over his shoulder. He was chatting excitedly with Ned about the new Lego Millennium Falcon the other boy had gotten a few days ago.

"Come over after school today, we can build it!" Ned invited, beaming. Peter grinned. "I will!"

Happy had texted Peter earlier saying that he was unavailable, and Peter would have to take the subway.

So, he and Ned parted ways at the front of the building and left.

The first sign of something being wrong was the weird black Sedan going slowly down the road. Peter frowned slightly at it, and sped up a bit.

The car accelerated at the same rate.

A few minutes later, it was still following him.

Peter pulled out his phone and started a voice recording.

"Hey, uh, so this may be nothing, but I'm not entirely sure. This car has been following me for a bit, and it's just... not leaving? And I'm just making this because Happy isn't picking me up and I'm on my way to the subway... the windows are tinted and I can't really see inside."

Peter paused his talking to glance back at the car, still following him.

"I'm probably 5 minutes from the subway, at 21st and Queens Plaza... it's busy but they're still keeping up with me. I'm trying to lose them, making weird turns and doubling back, but they're still behind me. It probably can't be a coincidence at this point... I'm going into this alleyway. They can't drive in there..."

Peter darted into a dark gap between buildings.

"I need to get out of sight and then I can climb the wall."

There was a screeching sound as the Sedan parked, blocking the alleyway from the road.

"Okay, so this isn't a coincidence. They blocked the alleyway. Oh god... a man's are getting out. He has a gun, and a taser... there's a few more weapons in his belt."

Peter groaned as the man aimed the gun right at him. "You really - uh, you really don't want to do this," He warned. "Put your hands up," The man intoned.

The man lifted the taser. "You don't want to feel this," He added.

I already have...

But that's Spider-Man, not Peter Parker.

Peter slowly raised his hands in the air, dropping his phone in a quick, hidden movement into his backpack and letting that, too, fall to the ground.

The man slowly approached, keeping the taser aimed at him, and kicked his backpack under the dumpster.

"The watch," The man told him.

The watch had his suit in it, and a tracker.

Peter was silent.

"Take off the watch," The man ordered. Peter unhooked the watch, keeping a careful eye on him, before dropping it, too.

"You can come quietly or we'll do it the hard way," The man said. "Oh, by all means, I wouldn't want to make your kidnapping of me any harder than it needs to be," Peter said, rolling his eyes.

The man looked briefly annoyed. "Then get in the car."

Peter slowly moved toward the front of the alleyway. "Oh, how generic, a black car. What could make it more cliché? A white van? With a sign that says 'free candy inside'?" He inquired, smirking.

His kidnapper sighed. Peter may not be fighting back physically, but he was going to make it hard mentally.

The man flung open the back door and muttered a "Get inside."

Peter stepped in carefully, before lounging on the seat in the most ridiculous way he could think of.

The man sat in the driver's seat and tossed a glare over his shoulder.

"Sit the fuck up like a normal person and strap yourself in," He ordered. Peter grinned. He wasn't too scared of this guy.

"Concerned about my safety? I'm touched!" Peter exclaimed, but clicked the seat belt into place.

"Shut up," The man commanded. "I'm offended. Do you have a problem with me? That's so sad, Alexa, play Despacito," He quoted. "Last chance," The man threatened. "But why? You're kidnapping me, why do I have to shut up during it? I mean, it's not like you-"

Peter broke off as the man pulled out the taser and, without any theatrics, pulled the trigger.

Happy's POV

It was supposed to be a checkup with a man in the security department.

The meeting had been awfully far away, in Bay Shore.

But, when Happy had gotten there, nobody was present.

He texted the man he was supposed to meet, multiple times, but got no response.

So he texted Tony, because supposedly Tony had set up this meeting.

Happy
where's the guy i'm supposed to be meeting?

Tony

what are you talking about?

Happythis guy. said you set up a meeting between me and himHappy

he's in the security department? evan ward?

Tony

happy...

Tony

we don't have an employee by that name

Happy

shit

Happy

what's going on?

Tony

I don't know. Get back here, fast. I have something to show
Peter. Don't tell him

Happy

... i can't.

Happy

i didn't pick him up. because of the meeting, he said he'd take the subway

Tony

but then he'd be here by now...

Happy

maybe he got held up? call him

Tony

it went to voicemail. you try?

Happyshit. it did the same thing.

Tony

i'm tracking it. and his watch.

Tony

it says he's in an alleyway by Queens Plaza. and he
hasn't moved for the last 20 minutes.

Happy

did he get injured doing his patrol?

Tony

maybe? i'm on my way there now.

Tony's POV

Tony was out the window as fast as possible, suit forming around him. He landed in the alleyway Peter was supposedly in, only to see nothing and nobody.

"Peter?" He called nervously, looking around.

No response.

Peter's POV

"Oh... ouch," Peter grumbled, dragging his eyes open. He was sitting in a room, with two clunky metal bracelets around his wrists, and two around his ankles.. They weren't doing anything to restrict his movements.

Apart from him, there was two metal chairs, a table, and a bed. "Hello?" He called warily.

Then he cursed himself mentally. Wasn't this what he hated about horror movies? Victims always yelling 'hello' as if the killer or kidnapper was going to reply 'oh yeah, hi, i'm in the kitchen, making a sandwich, you want one?'

Now apparently he saw the logic in that. The person would want to know if the threat was present, and anywhere near him.

And yet.

Peter moved to the table and sat down, waiting for what would probably happen next.

"Hello there, Peter." The man from earlier came in and took a seat, right on cue. "My name is Dr. Ward. Not my real name, but it is what I told your bodyguard, so it will do."

Peter paused. "How do you know about him?" The man smirked. "I have my ways."

"So, let's get down to business," Peter said, leaning forward and balancing his elbows on the table. "What exactly do you want?"

Ward shifted in his chair. "I'm sure you can guess, with you being the son of Stark and all."

Peter was momentarily thrown by the fact that Ward knew this, but didn't let it show.

"So... let's take a wild guess," Peter declared, pretending to think. "You want... a life. Seems like you're in dreadful need of one."

Ward glared.

"No? A shame, too."

At the moment, he was just distracting the man as he took in the situation.

Ward obviously wasn't the richest man, based off of his crumpled suit, being obviously polyester rather than something better. Probably owned a cat, based off of the short white fur on his shoes. Hadn't slept well in a while. The suit didn't fit him well, it was still too big, and he was pretty sure that Ward hadn't run around with Magic Markers recently, despite the clear marker stains on the inside of the pockets. So, it was either an inheritance or he got it pre-owned. Another indicator of the lack of money. He probably worked at a construction site, from the callouses on his hands, and the surprising build. Unless he had taken off a wedding ring, he wasn't married. Plus, white, torn up shoelaces against dark blue shoes. Nobody in their right mind would let someone they cared about go outside with them. So no girlfriend either.

But for now, Peter would focus on the cat.

"Do I get to meet them?" He asked. Ward paused, confused. "The cat," Peter elaborated. "I like cats."

Ward looked shocked, and began to ask how, but Peter barreled on.

"Look man, it's obvious you want money, but is there really a situation where this could end well?" He asked. "Yes." "No! No, there's not. You know about Mr. Stark. He's going to find me, and when he does, he's going to literally kill you. I won't be able to stop him."

"Yes, but I will. Because I'll have you at my mercy."

Peter broke off, surprised.

"Let's begin," Ward said, setting up a camera. "Look sad for your dad, yes?"

No.

Ward pressed the button to start the tape, and began to talk.

"Tony Stark. As you can see," Ward paused, looking back at Peter. "I have-" He was cut off by Peter loudly humming the Mario Kart theme song.

Ward glared. Peter just smirked at him and continued the music.

"Quiet."

"No."

"Okay actually shut up," Ward warned, annoyance clear in his tone.

"No, I don't think I will."

"One moment," Ward said politely to the camera, before turning and leaving the room.

"Hi Mr. Stark! So, as you can see, I'm in a bit of a bad position. Anyways, I was leaving school, right? And I was going to the subway station when this dude pulls up beside me and backs me into an alley and-" Peter broke off as Ward, who had walked back into the room, clapped a hand over his mouth.

"Ew, germs," Peter choked out, leaning sharply away. Ward just rolled his eyes and revealed that he was holding a small gray box in his hand. Peter jumped out of his chair and backed away. "What's that?" He asked, half worried and half intrigued.

"You'll see soon enough. Get back here before I make you," Ward threatened. "No thanks!"

Ward pulled out a remote and pushed a button. A humming sound filled the room, and Peter reached up to cover his ears as it began to hurt, only to realize he couldn't.

The bracelets around his wrists from earlier were producing the humming sound, and as he watched, they slammed together forcefully. Before he could process that, the same thing happened with the bracelets around his ankles.

Peter fell to the ground with a pained whimper, only let out from shock. Ward winced, anxiety clear on his face despite everything, and pressed another button, letting his arm cuffs shoot down to connect with the leg ones. Peter gasped as his knees jammed into his stomach, knocking the air out of him.

Then, they started dragging him painfully across the floor, back to the chair he had jumped out of. Unable to resist, Peter tried pulling out of the cuffs, only to find them too strong.

Magnets. How had he not thought of that?

As soon as he had reached the metal chair, they released and only one of Peter's wrists were pulled to slam into the chair.

And apparently that chair was bolted to the ground. That wasn't fun.

"Ouch," Peter groaned, looking up again.

Ward approached with the box, which he held in front of Peter's face. "That seems really unhygienic," Peter observed.

"Don't worry." "Oh, I'm worrying a bit, man. I don't know if this is some weird satanic cult ritual, but -" The man tapped the box twice, and it clamped around Peter's face, effectively cutting off his words.

It was a gag. Like the one they had used on Loki back in 2012.

"As I was saying," Ward said, turning back to the camera.

"I have your son." Peter made a face at the camera, then flipped off Ward with his free hand.

"I want five million dollars, in unmarked bills, delivered in a sealed box to the warehouse on the edge of Manhattan. You should know the one. No telling the police, or bringing any defenses. I'll have Peter here with me, and I wouldn't want my trigger finger to get twitchy from the nerves."

Peter rolled his eyes at the camera, shaking his head. Ward took an impatient breath.

"Deliver it in the next 5 days, or your son takes the hit. You'll receive daily updates."

Peter shook his head frantically. With his free hand, he signed i-h-a-v-e-a-p-l-a-n.

Ward reached over and turned off the camera. "Good job. You definitely put on a show," He said, smirking cruelly as he took off the gag.

"I'm so glad you have a passion for theater. Anything else I should know? Are we going to get a routine song and dance number?" Peter asked.

Ward sighed, looking like he regretted everything already. "I can do it for you," Peter offered, straightening up and doing a dramatic twirl.

Well, as much of a dramatic twirl as one can do with one hand attached to a chair.

"If you're broke, and a lonely man, what do you do? Kidnap a kid!" Peter sang.

He did a little musical doo-doo-doooooo.

"Just yeet a kid into a Sedan! And take him to a warehouse,"

Ward looked more aggravated by the second.

"Why work honestly when you can just make money? By kidnapping a kid!"

"SHUT UP!" Ward roared after a few more seconds of the song.

Peter made a face. "I was just getting to the chorus! Do you want a different song? Did you not like it?"

"No, and no."

"Can I leave yet?" "No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pleaseeeeeeee?"

"NO."

"Then leave me alone."

"Gladly."

Ward left the room, taking the camera with him, and Peter reached into his back pocket.

Never underestimate someone who sits through hours of engineering classes.

He pulled out a pen and knelt next to the chair. He unscrewed the tip of the pen and the stylus part fell to the ground, revealing a dual screwdriver end. He carefully unscrewed the bolts latching the chair to the floor.

Peter moved over to the bed, dragging the chair with him. Taking a seat, he started to write a note on the wall, describing what had happened in a size so small that it would be hard for someone to see, unless you had Stark Tech.

And the note was in Italian.

Tony had told Peter, a while ago, that his mother was born in New York to Italian parents, and taught him Italian before English.

Tony's POV

Peter's phone was laid out on the table, and the recording Peter had made was on loop.

After a solid two hours of freaking out, he hadn't been able to find a single thing. Almost all of the traffic cameras had been shot out, and he couldn't track Peter now that his watch and phone had been left in the alley.

But then FRIDAY made an announcement.

"Sir, I just received a message from an unknown source, directly to the center of your database." Tony frowned, confused. "What's in it?" FRIDAY paused. "It appears to be a video file. The subject line is labelled with Peter's name."

"Open it. Play it. Now," Tony gasped out, shocked.

A recording started to play on a screen.

"Tony Stark. As you can see, I have-"

The voice of a strange man standing in front of the screen broke off as the sound of music echoed from behind him.

Tony's eyes immediately flew to the source as the man stepped aside.

Peter was sitting in a chair casually, arms crossed and leaning back.

"Quiet," The man on the screen demanded. "No," Peter replied stubbornly. "Okay, actually shut up," The man instructed. "No, I don't think I will."

Tony watched as the man left, and Peter started to explain the situation, only to be cut off by the man re-entering the room.

Then something happened, and strips of metal around Peter's wrists slammed together, then ones around his ankles.

His kid had toppled to the ground and hadn't been able to catch himself. Peter let out a noise like a kicked puppy. Then he was roughly dragged across the floor until he slammed into the chair, letting out a gasp of pain.

Then the man approached and gagged his kid.

This motherfucker was going to die.

Then, right at the end, Peter signed something at the camera.

Ihaveaplan

'I have a plan'

What was Tony supposed to do?

Peter's POV

Great.

Peter had sat in the chair for the next couple of hours, before eventually falling asleep.

Clearly it was the next morning, because Ward walked in and woke Peter up.

"Time for another video! Your dad didn't send the money, let's put something at stake now."

Peter's handcuffs started buzzing again and then he was dragged up so that they were connected to the ceiling, legs dangling a foot off the ground.

Ward pushed the start button.

"How's it hanging, Mr. Stark?" Peter called cheerfully as he dangled from the ceiling.

Puns were always fun.

"You might want to hurry up on that money, Stark. If you don't, well... let's just say, as of right now, your kid's just-"

"Hanging out?" Peter interrupted, grinning.

"Just here. But if we have to put a bit at stake, I won't hesitate for things to get more injuring. Would you like to confirm, Peter?" Ward asked.

"Would it be bad to say that I'm hanging in there?"

Ward snickered a tiny bit, before quickly resuming a straight face.

"It's okay, Mr. Stark, I'm fine with hanging around here a bit more," Peter added, smirking triumphantly.

He flicked his gaze over to where he had written the words on the wall.

Ward ended the video with a final warning, and got up to leave after letting Peter fall from the ceiling. "Wait, Dr. Ward!" Peter called, rushing after him. "Can I come with you?" "No."

"Please?"

"Nope," Ward said, opening the door to leave. Peter slid out with him. "Please?" He repeated, standing next to the man.

The man groaned. "Please, Dr. Ward? I'm just trying to do my bestpacito."

"I'm literally begging you to stop," Ward said, sounding desperate.

"Well, how about I get some food? I would kill for some fre sha voca do."

"No."

"An avocado?"

"What?"

"Thanks..." Peter muttered, grinning.

Ward looked through his pockets for the remote, and pressed the button, but Peter refused to let the magnets work and instead used his super-strength to hold them apart, the first time he'd used his powers in the last two days.

Ward looked shock, and pressed the buttons again. It still didn't work. Instead, the magnets tore themselves out of the bracelets and fell to the ground.

Peter looked at them, blinking. "Fun. Guess I can follow you for the day."

"Please don't."

-----a few hours later-----

"... but like all my friends think I would die if I had too many energy drinks, but really there's no scientific proof as to what to happen, I think I'd just go on a sugar high and probably destroy some stuff. Also, did you know that I know Spider-Man? He's probably helping my dad find you right now. Scared yet? I hope you are. You don't seem like you're a person who gets scared a lot. Is that like a mental ability or are you just a really good actor, or-"

"PLEASE SHUT UP!"

Peter had already disabled the gag using his screwdriver pen. The pen had been confiscated after, but the nanotechnology had already been destroyed so it was too late for that.

"Oh, sorry, did you have an issue? Because I'm just not sure about why you would decide to kidnap me in the first place, it just doesn't seem like a good idea, really -"

"Get out."

Peter hid a grin. His plan had worked.

"Sorry?" Peter inquired, making sure he had heard the man right.

"Get out. The door's down the hall and to the right. Just - leave. Go away. I don't ever want to deal with you ever again."

Plan success.

Annoy his way into release.

"Really?" Peter checked one more time.

"I don't ever want to see you ever again. Just go. Bye. Leave."

Peter was out of there in an instant.

Down the hall and to the right...

And sure enough, a door was there, daylight shining through. "Finally," Peter breathed, pushing the door open.

There was a small road that Peter turned to start and walk down.

This could be a while.

Tony's POV

Peter was an idiot.

He wrote way too small, and the camera quality of the kidnapper's camera was literal shit.

So, he was searching through all of the abandoned warehouses in New York.

Because evil criminal lairs.

And he was finding nothing.

Peter's POV

Peter had been walking for about an hour when he finally found the first sign of the city. They had traveled far, but now it meant that he could try and find his way back.

Looking around, he realized he was somewhere on Riker's Island, and it would likely be about 2 hours before he could get back to Queens by foot.

Thankfully, he didn't have to go by foot.

After half an hour of looking around, Peter finally found a drug store where they were selling rip-off Spider-Man masks.

Then he realized he had no money on him.

This was fantastic.

Tony's POV

It was like Peter had disappeared off of the face of the planet. There were no records, no leads of where he had went apart from the address of the one warehouse, which was empty. Tony had checked multiple times.

He had no idea what to do.

All of the Avengers were on the case. Natasha was noticeably upset, which was new to Tony. She was way too good at hiding her emotions.

Peter's POV

Peter had made a street bet that he could beat someone in a race, and he had easily won. So, with the money he won, he bought the mask and ran into an alleyway to pull it on.

Then he deftly ran up the side of a building and started webbing his way back home. If he was traveling at about 60 miles per hour, he could make it in 20 minutes. But, he'd prefer to make it quicker, so he sped up to about 100.

Tony's POV

There was nothing, and then there was something.

Spider-Man was presumably spotted over Rikers Island, with only a mask to boast his identity.

However, that was impossible because Tony had the Spider-Man mask on him.

Either way, it was worth checking out.

Before he could, there was a bang at the door as Natasha kicked it down, eyes shining.

"I found him," She breathed excitedly.

---------

"Traffic cams. Media. Passerby and civilians. I looked into all of those. And I found an account of one teenage boy buying a Spider-Man mask at a drug store and then disappearing. Everything matches up," Natasha announced.

"Well, where's he headed?" "Probably back here, but I don't know the exact route."

Tony was about to speak, but was interrupted by his phone ringing.

Picking it up, he saw it was an unknown number. The kidnapper?

Tony accepted the call.

"Hello?" He asked warily.

"Hey Mr. Stark!" Peter called cheerfully from the other line.

"Kid?" Tony checked in disbelief. "Yep! It's me! How are you doing?"

"Well, a whole lot better now. Where are you?" Tony asked. "Well, I was getting to Queens, right? But then I got to this stretch where there's nothing to do web design on," Peter said, voice heavy with implication.

"I see. So, Rikers Island, right?" "Yeah! Can you come pick me up? I'm near the bridge, but I can't really do anything because the buildings aren't tall enough."

"Okay. I'm on my way. Whose phone is this, by the way?" Tony inquired. "Oh! This nice lady is letting me borrow hers. I'm going to give it back. See you soon, Mr. Stark!"

"Bye, kid," Tony whispered as the dial tone rang.

Natasha, having heard the whole conversation, beamed. "Let's get going."

Peter's POV

Peter was sitting, cross-legged with the mask on, near the bridge that went over Bowery Bay.

He was not expecting all of the Avengers to come flying in with a Quinjet.

As they all loaded out, they formed an entire group hug around Peter.

When the Avengers pulled back, Tony inspected for wounds. "That bastard didn't hurt you, did he?"

"Only my pride," Peter commented ruefully.

"He's still going to die for touching my kid," Tony said furiously. "Mr. Stark!" Peter exclaimed. "Nope. Also, you'd think since I officially adopted you, you'd at least be calling me Tony, if not Dad."

Peter just grinned underneath his mask. "Okay, Mr. Anthony!" He said cheerfully. "Excuse me?" Tony gasped. "Did I stutter?" Peter asked.

"You son of a bitch!" Tony managed through his shock. "Mr. Stark, I'd never call you that!" Peter told him, laughing.

Tony's POV

That was the first time Peter had ever referred to himself as Tony's kid.

He was so proud, he was about to cry.

"Whatever, kid," Tony managed, pulling the kid toward the jet.

"So, how did you escape?" Natasha asked curiously once they were all inside.

Peter smirked. "I literally annoyed my way into release. Turns out old people really hate my rambling."

Clint beamed. "I'm so proud!" He gasped.

"You're Tony's for sure, kid," Rhodey commented, grinning.

That was damn right.

I don't know how to feel about this one?

I mean it wasn't great, but I still kind of liked the concept that Peter would get kidnapped and just be fucking chill with it like "oh yeah, you're threatening to kill me? hurry up to the actual murder part, bro, i don't want to live anymore" like a classic Gen-Z.

I did some sketches super quickly in the middle of class, it's about Endgame and it's depressing. These are pretty bad because they're rushed by the way (I had like 10 minutes lol). But my friend said to put them on sooooo... you get to see my shitty artwork!

Aaaand the art has been yeetus deletused because I was too self-conscious to have it up for more than like an hour XD

Ack these look stupid

Anyways

Leave requests in the comments! There are a couple more prompts i'll do and I don't know which ones to use!