Hacking shield was familiar yet still challenging. He has hacked their servers often enough that he was familiar with their defence, but each time he did they upgraded and he had to concentrate. Most of the time, that was why he did it. Shield's secretes didn't bother him. It was the challenge of being able to hack them, that was what he enjoyed. (Also it was always amusing to see Fury flip hi, off whenever he gained access to security footage). Now he has to hack them with a blade to his neck, ankles chained and a underworld tycoon sitting across from him. The smoke from the cigarettes making his nose itchy and the blade resting over his shoulder stinging the fragile skin of his neck.

The keyboard clicked loudly as long lines of code and data filed down the screens. "He's past the first firewalls", the guard, Ae, stated. Tate jumped at the voice and inwardly cursed. Of course there was another hacker in the room. He was probably there just to make sure that Tate wasn't leaving any signals. That just meant that he had to leave some hidden ones instead.

He was just cracking into the third set of firewalls when a phone went off. The guard holding the blade to his neck moved a inch away from his skin as he fished his phone out.  "Boss, we have a situation. It's on the news".

Kris cursed and stubbed his cigarette out violently on the table. It left a charred mark on the wood. "Turn on the tv", he barked, turning in his chair to face the screen. Tate paused as one of the men picked up the remote, instantly the screen flashed into a news report. The dolled up woman on camera stating the headline news. Tate blinked as a photo of himself flashed across the screen.

"- eyewitness accounts of the scene describe the crime as 'organised'. But despite the obvious fact that the kidnapping of Tony Stark's adoptive son was planned, there has been no leads so far. Stark industries is apparently working with the police and shield in an effort to bring Tate Stark back home".

"Change the channel", Kris snapped. The news report switched to a group of people on a news based talk show. There was a white man with grey hair and a blonde woman involved in passionate discussion.

"Why do you think Tony Stark hid his son for so long? Any theories Gerald?"

"Well, Linda, there's the obvious face that he is a minor. The boy just turned seventeen. Also, I assume it was to keep him safe from situations like this". The man seemed to be trying to be sympathetic but it just made Tate recoil. He disliked gossip tv.

"He has been missing for over three days now. Do we even know if he is still alive?" The woman asked, fake pity clear in her voice.

"According to our sources, there has been no evidence to suggest life so far. But there has been no body found either. Stark has his drones canvassing every inch of the city".

"Has there been any contact from the kidnappers?"

"Nothing yet". The man paused and raised a hand to his ear. "News has just come in that Spider-Man has joined the hunt. The webs linger has been suspiciously absent the last few days but he has now been spotted swinging through Manhattan".

At that mention, Kris stood up. Tate averted his gaze from the tv to watch the man as he turned and rested his hand on the table to stare down at him. "I don't hear typing". The words were spoken calmly, a statement that paired with the darkness in his gaze, made Tate resist the urge to flinch. His fingers resumed their movement on the keys. Kris sighed deeply as if the whole thing was nothing more disappointing than a favourite character being killed off in a tv show. "They go the press involved and for what?" He asked the air. "All is is doing is creating a scandal".

Tate glanced out the floor to ceiling windows where he could just see Manhattan in the distance. He debated whether the glass would break if he threw himself against it. Could he get the guards down in time to move quickly enough? Would the glass break? And would Peter or one of his father's drones be near enough to catch him when he fell? Too many variables. On the computer, he broke past the fourth and fifth firewall. Only a few more to go.

On the tv, the show was still running. "How did Tony Stark end up adopting Tate anyway?" The woman asked. Tate wanted to tell her that it was none of her business.

"Sources say that the boy's mother was a friend of Stark's from college. When she died in a tragic accident, he took the boy in. Charitable, what with all the trauma the kid must have gone through. Another reason why he has hidden the boy's identity up until now".

"How was Tate's identity leaked?"

"Police connected footage from the scene of the crime and located the victim's identity from there. Apparently one of the witnesses managed to record part of it".

A blurry image filled the screen. It was obviously shot on a phone but the image grew clearer as the phone was held up and angled. It showed a half lit screen room and audio was full of scuffling noises and muffled gasps. Tate saw himself vault down the last two rows of seats and make for the emergency exit, only to be ripped back by a thug grabbing ahold of his hoodie. The image showed the ensuing scuffle before cutting just as Tate disappeared through the emergency exit. The image changed to a slightly different angle, focusing on the figure of Peter in his suit, the red glinting under the lights. Spider-Man was picking up his abandoned skateboard and hoodie. Tate watched him tuck it under his arm before he disappeared through the emergency doors.

"Tragic that Spider-Man was so close", the man said as the footage ended. "If he had just been a little bit faster, he could have prevented it".

"He got there before iron man", the woman pointed out. "Also, those men were highly trained. They was quick. Accounts say that the whole thing didn't last more than seven minutes".

Tate broke through the last set of firewalls. "He's in", Ae announced. Kris turned and waved a hand. The tv cut off.

"Good", he smiled. "Now, give me the locations of every shield storage facility and be quick about it. Now that your dearest adoptive father has exposed you to the news, we are going to have to change plans".

"What are you going to do with me after I give you what you want?" Tate was glad that his voice didn't shake. The knife was still a warning weight on his shoulder, the stinging cut on his neck sore. "Are you going to kill me?"

"Why would I kill my son?" Kris asked, as if it was a unthinkable thing to do. "No. I won't kill you. I still have use for you. I'm sure a talent like yourself will be very beneficial to my business".

Tate bit his lip, anxiety and fear swirling in his chest. He hated being here, it made his skin crawl and the way Kirs was looking at him made him want to hide. "I won't work for you", he snapped. "You're not my dad".

Kris sighed and tutted. "Okay. I hear you. But maybe you will change your mind when you realise how I found you in the first place. You see, your phone was unhackable. I had some of my best people on it and they couldn't crack it. Your friend's phones, they were much easier". He pulled out his phone and pressed on the screen. "Your friend Jason is currently at your apartment, skipping school it seems. And your friend Abe, he's also there. Along with MJ, Ned, Peter, Callum, and Charley. All of your friends all in one place". He turned the phone around to show Tate the screen. The two dots signalling their targets blinking on a map. Tate swallowed.

"What are you going to do to them?" His voice came out smaller.

"Nothing, yet", Kris smiled, it was all sharp teeth. "First I am going to cut parts off of you and send them to Stark. Then when I get bored, I am going to detonate one of your friend's phones. Maybe it will be in their pocket when it goes off. How big do you think the boas radius will be? I cannot get all of them in one go, but I should be able to kill at least one".

"You're sick", Tate shuddered as tears built in his eyes. "Why are you even doing this? I did nothing to you".

"Why is not important. What is important is that you give me what I want. Now". Kris slammed his hand down on the table and the loud noise made Tate jump. The boy burst into tears, body unable to cope with the stress and finally reacting. Kris' face lost it's smile and his hand cracked out before Tate could while his tears away. The slap connecting with enough force to knock him back against the chair. Sharp pain stinging as the knife dug into his flesh, narrowly missing his neck and biting into his shoulder instead. Blood began to drip down his shirt as Tate sat up, face bright pink on one side.

"Get on with it", Kris snapped as he turned and strode from the room. Two guards following him but four others remaining where they were. Tate rubbed the tears off his face with his sleeve and inhaled deeply. He couldn't loose his cool, not yet. Not when he was so close.

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Hi. Sorry for not updating for ages. Hope you enjoy.
Tate is not having a good time but he's got a plan.